It It's difficult to pinpoint exactly when I decided to dedicate myself professionally to art. What I do is a vital force within me, like an inner drive. I believe the modern artists were right when they said that art and life are the same thing. The country where I was born, today sadly my country, filled me with landscapes of mysterious forests and an urban hustle and bustle loaded with multiple voices. My childhood was filled with art and books, mainly thanks to my mother. As a child, I enjoyed the stories in the books, but more than anything, I loved the illustrations that filled those books. At home, we all listened to music and went to concerts as a family whenever we could.

I think I was about five years old when they gave my brother and me a box full of "wooden bricks." Curiously, that's what we called them. I loved building castles and houses, creating fruitful territories for play. Over the years, this playful construction turned into a serious game and became an endless process.

In Argentina, in addition to my experiences and the landscape, I had my first approach to formal art education at the Prilidiano Pueyrredón National School of Fine Arts. In 2000, before the 2001 crash and driven by the events of those days, I decided to emigrate to Spain. I spent two years there in confusion. Seeking to further my education in artistic creation processes and also a bit of adventure, I flew from Madrid to London. Those years were very tough. Financial difficulties in achieving my goal were compounded by language barriers, making everything even more complicated. But learning was always part of my game, and little by little, I acquired the necessary skills.

I graduated in Fine Arts in 2007 from Bradford School of Art and Design and, four years later, I was able to pursue a master's degree at the University of Leeds. England was a very interesting place for education, but not so much for living. For this and other affective reasons, related to my family and my country, I decided to return to a Buenos Aires that felt aggressive and strange.

From then on, I spent years plagued by difficulties, no longer related to producing artwork, but to survival itself. During the eight years that, due to the pandemic, became nine, I returned to university to train as a librarian and documentalist, while continuing the development of my practice, even if only timidly. When COVID-19 hit Argentina, I was working in the library of a school in Buenos Aires and had already bought my ticket back to Spain. During the pandemic, the free and untroubled time I experienced allowed me to experiment with processes that were already part of my practice but with which I hadn't had the space or time to delve into. It was during this period that my practice transformed into what it is today: a metamorphosis of waste into meaningful art. I worked with what was available then: mainly cardboard boxes and packing paper from e-commerce activities. A few benefited greatly from that activity. With these humble materials, I found a new artistic voice, one that spoke of renewal and resilience. As soon as the borders reopened, I left again, this time with no hope of returning.

Vejer, a white village in the province of Cádiz, became my new destination. My brother lives here with his family, and the place has a very special light that attracted me. I had saved enough money to live for a reasonable time while developing my pictorial work. I spent a whole year experimenting, collecting materials, exploring the language of collage in depth, and rebuilding my home in this new environment. But, as often happens, the money lasted less than expected, and the same old difficulties returned. I managed to survive doing what I always knew how to do: selling all my time for almost nothing in an unhealthy job. Even so, it allowed me to advance in my project, albeit slowly.

Currently, I am immersed in writing my book, "Exploring the Creative Process: Practice Diary." This book is a window into my world, a journey through my experiences, reflections, and practices as an artist. Here I share not only my works but also the stories, thoughts, and emotions that have given them life. Each entry in these diaries captured a moment, an idea, an emotion, and together, they form the map of my artistic journey. By sharing my process and my reflections, I hope to inspire others to explore their own creativity and see the potential in what others consider trash. This stage of my life is a testament to how art can be a way of life, a way of interacting with the world and expressing our experiences and emotions.