I am fascinated by quinces, that's a fact. They remind me of my childhood, of the smell of my grandmother Luisa's pantry.

Every autumn I look for yellow dots on the trees as I drive from one place to another, I love to spot quince trees on every trip. On my walks through the village I periodically visit the quince trees along the road to see how they change throughout the year and when they bear fruit, I steal a piece to put in my studio (always accompanied by a pomegranate).

It was time to paint in Horcajo de la Sierra and when I was researching the theme of the mural I was excited to discover that the building was located in the ‘paraje de los membrillos’ (place of the quinces). The name of the village, Horcajo, comes from the fork formed by two depressions in the land on which it is situated. It seems to me that the fork of its coat of arms is the fork formed by two branches of a quince tree laden with quinces.

Mural made for the project Paredes que Hablan, in the northern mountains of Madrid.

The Paredes que Hablan project is financed by the Next Generation EU Funds of the European Union granted to @sierranortedemadrid.