I remember my mom copying drawings from my kids books so I could bring them to school back in Salamanca, Spain, in the late 70's. I remember creating fantasy worlds full of colors and talking animals to share with my blind grandfather, he will pass his hand over the paper as I will describe it for him. I remember him passing away and with him my imagination and our family's stability. I kept on drawing trying to escape from the pain his lost brought me. I remember getting in trouble at School, first for drawing on my books during class, then for painting too good for my age and then for not painting how they wanted me to. And so I stopped. And so I kept it for years. Becoming an introverted kid always troubled inside but without the faculty of release I once had through my drawings. Started University, not having enough money for the admision exams, I left the choice of Art School on the side and moved to Linguistics, feeling something was missing I decided to stop and start my bartending career, that got me out of my shell but not being the most respected choice on that time for a woman in my country I moved to Amsterdam, The Netherlands.
It was not till 2010 when love pain stroke again, almost 25 years after I last touched a brush, unlike other heartbreaks in the past this one will force me to stop with my life as I knew it, take my dog and move faraway, Bratislava in Slovakia, where nothing would be familiar so I could find myself. I run back to the colours and shapes in my head to make sense of everything again. And so I've been living from canvas to canvas as I travel the world: Hong Kong, Vietnam, New York, Sydney, Buenos Aires, London... From luxury appartments to friend's couches, from 5 star hotel-spa's to rest on a park bench, from business class flights to couch train with chickens, from fine dinning with martinis to 70cents hotdogs. Getting filled up by the inspiration my adventures are bringing me. I became, thanks to my art ... An eternally in love ... time traveller.