I was born in the middle of a wildly exciting and busy city where there was always a flurry of people walking the streets. I remember observing them through the window, wondering where they were going. Surrounded by different smells, colors, faces, and feelings, I imagined their stories as if they were movies in my head. During my childhood, I would lie on my dad's stomach to listen to music, look at the walls covered in my grandfather's paintings full of shapes and forms that would ignite my curiosity, while the smell of my mom's cooking would guide us to gather at the table to create a moment full of warm emotions, without realizing we were turning a house into a home. As innocent kids, my brother, sisters, and I would play with our imagination to create different games, stories, and moments that sealed a pact between us that until this day strongly stands. 

Today, I let myself and my imagination run free to discover new stories, meet new people, listen to the great sounds of the world roaring in my ear, feel the paint on my hands, feel the emotions I have been granted. In other words, I still live as every person should—fully, curious, and passionate. 

Stories and the way they are told by people have always amazed me. This is just a snippet of my own and the rest can be discovered in the embodiment of my art.