"Galimatías", "Timidity," opened for mi"," Worthy soledad"," Twilight ".......They can perhaps speak and to feel they flores?.On the enchanted gardens of MARIA JESUS CASAL(La Coruña) these emerge from the shades to astonish to us with their anxious forms - pink, orquideas, lirios y giant poppies, to seduce with its smooth meat and its hollows to us of colors.the flowers, prodigiously extended here until finishing in his barroca is present at everything the surface of the picture, is an inextricable set of curves, velveted and winding laminae, of pistilos and estambres and after their petals and leaves hide duendes of this fantastic forest the only ones that includes/understands the language of plants.Son paintings to the pie opaque and you kill alwais:los petals seem one unknown matter, facts and thickens ,la light solidifies, the colors emanate of the interior of the things...... For that reason they have these plants , beautiful and perfect, that so seductive and dangerous aspect, because it said that, in some corner forgotten this shady garden, they are shaken, they shake and they are spoken among them.

JAVIER RUBIO NOMBLOT art critic,El Punto de las Artes ,MADRID