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.
