One day, standing naked in my dorm’s public bathroom, I found myself drawing birds and eyes using a stranger’s hair. The girl who had showered before me had left behind some brunette strands that I proceeded to swirl against the shower’s tiles. In that moment, my constant worry about the selfishness and lack of meaning of my art-making suddenly disappeared. I realized that only my particular eye could see and unveil the eloquence of the hair against the tile. I recognized that my role in life was, and will always be, to look for and reveal the eloquent patterns and stories of this world. 

 

I was born in Medellin, Colombia, but for most of my life I've felt like a pinball, bouncing back and forth between various cities in Colombia, Louisiana, Texas, and California.

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My life as a pin-ball made me a bit odd and quite introverted. I like wearing mismatched socks, enjoy talking to myself in British and French accents, and, of course, enjoy making funky art pieces. 

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My art and my stories are the activities that make my life a life, and not a monotonous painful mess, so I continue making and writing things, hoping to channel my creative itches into something more than hair drawings on a shower wall.