I luckily grew up in a household surrounded by art.

A collection of religious pieces from centuries ago. Images of virgins in glory, crucifixions, and hard to understand mysticism taught me the single story that art is a vehicle that represents hard to grasp divine concepts, the pains of life and death and the suffering of humans.

As I became an adult I discovered the ability of modern graphic design to also communicate those ideas. Painting is a step back to rehabilitate me in a sort of self-therapy, bringing to life design exercises that distill memories, feelings and beliefs, which all happen through repetition, insistency and consistency in different series.

My work is also a fight against the given rules I learned from having a single-minded catholic education where there was just right or wrong, lack of space between heaven and hell and the measurement of success solely relied on the judgement of the final outcome, so I always push myself to celebrate the halfway mark, the journey and not the final piece.