Ever since I can remember, something has been crystal clear to me: life has given me the incredible gift of being physically, mentally and, above all, emotionally hyperactive. This gift, together with feelings of melancholy, tragedy, happiness and love, have been, are and will always be the spark that triggers my creativity and fuels my imagination, so I can create a new universe in every work of art. Adolescence, that time of life that is supposedly lenient and carefree, was a devastating time for me because of my father’s schizophrenia and my mother’s emotional suffering. It was then that I developed deep within my soul the will and the instinct to survive, darkened as it was by less than noble feelings. Nevertheless, I felt they were a symphony of brilliant colors, tenuous figures and sad faces that were the protagonists of fanciful stories. That intricate feeling is the jumping board into my art, a range of universal experiences that I transform into dreams, and with those dreams I create a magical relationship with the materials that I use: sand, multicolored powders, wood, paste, pigments, acrylic paint, oil paint, resins and fiberglass, be it in a portrait, in sacred or abstract art or in a sculpture that stands 13 meters tall.