"I was born in 1959. My father taught me to understand the world and my mother to relate to heaven. From an appropriate negotiation of these extremes, it has been possible for me to understand the divine side of earthly existence and humanity of the divine world. Only thus, feeding on both of them, I have been able to give of soul to the sensible world of the forms.
Twenty-four years later, in the course of Art History, I met Mexican muralists and, in spite of classroom hours, I judged more important for my life, reproducing, inspired by them, something that was buzzing within me. Imperfect reproduction which, however, produced the first beats of a new heart. I painted some murals on the vinyl. None of them are preserved. But the painter, without knowing that it was, had already signed his first works.
It took five more years for me to manifest as a will. When I set up my first exhibition in 1991, I had not noticed for 20 years working for art. For decades I believed that I would dedicate the best of my talent to the world of music: prolific composer, mediocre performer but possessed of musical demons, he would bring my sounds to the stage. Devotee reader, lover of literature, had found an editorial space. An amateur draftsman, signed sheets of paper through hours of school boredom. And yet it was not until 1988, at age 29, that I took a professional path as a painter, without abandoning other creative activities.
Overcoming an age in which I intended to embrace everything, I chose - with the sole aim of preventing dilution of enthusiasm and vision - to respond to the unequivocal call of the painter. Even so, Antonio Luquín could be characterized as the painter of songs and the composer of paintings, a writer who writes his biography, but also chronicles our days, brush in hand."