1900, Argentina.
Some met him behind a canvas, others in their bedroom. Some called him an artist, others a lover. Some admired him, others despite him.
As mixed as Julio's influence was and as short his being, he remained for me the undeniable proof of god's presence on earth and his working in our lives, especially his.
Julio de la Cruz was my friend and the most gifted artist the world ever saw, and this at his gentle age.
Only now reaching the end of my time I realize his effect on my life and am determinate to do his work justice by bringing it to paper.
Bear with me for a moment and witness a story like the wind. Fleeting but powerful. Invisible to the most, but yet effective and significant.
My name is Silvio Martinez and this is the story about the start and the tragic end of the world's saddest and greatest artist.