i am a restless soul who learned to turn sadness and pain into something beautiful. my art began as an escape, a way to release the inner demons that haunted me, and over time, it became a mirror where many have found their own stories.
my grandparents are the heart of my inspiration. from my grandmother, i inherited an unconditional love for flowers, and from my grandfather, that sarcastic melancholy that permeates every piece i create. the flowers in my work are not just ornaments; they are living metaphors, capable of representing the sublime and the grotesque in a single brushstroke.
i started this journey after emigrating from venezuela, carrying scars and new perspectives that shaped my view of the world. my art is my way of exploring the deep hatred i sometimes feel towards myself and the world, but it’s also my tribute to the beauty i find in every soul i’ve encountered.
i don’t seek to impose a message, but rather to open a space where others can laugh, cry, and find a bit of understanding in their own chaotic minds. because, at the end of the day, my work is a celebration of humanity: the beautiful, the tragic, and everything in between.
