I was born in Guadalajara, Jalisco, in 1982, and now I live in San Miguel de Allende. One day I found art, and it changed everything for me. I started painting in 2021, but really, colors and ideas had always been with me.

Before that, I studied Marketing and Gastronomy. It sounds very different from painting, but it taught me to look closely, to notice details, and to understand how something can touch people even if it can’t be seen.

My paintings began when I was sad and anxious. At first, they were like a safe hiding place, like building a little fortress to feel protected. But later they became something I need every day. Each painting is a secret piece of my story, and when someone looks at it, it’s like I’m inviting them to find their own.

When things got really hard, I started to draw and paint. I felt sad and afraid, and art was like a little door I could open to breathe. At first, it was just a way to let things out, but later it became like food or air something I needed every day to keep going.

My paintings talk about being strong even when everything feels dark. Each one is a little piece of me, but also a mirror for others to look inside themselves.

For me, art is real or it’s nothing.

I paint the way I am, without pretending. I don’t try to make it “pretty.” I just try to make it true

Nobody taught me how to paint. I learn on my own, trying things out like games. Sometimes I think about big ideas how we feel, how we think, how we live together but I don’t say them with words, I say them with my hands.

I use strange materials: burned motor oil, oxides, synthetic things, and natural ones too. With them I make marks and shapes that seem to speak by themselves.

My paintings aren’t meant to look pretty like a nice drawing. They’re there to look back at you, to make you feel something, and to remind me that painting is the way I stay alive.