My mom and dad made me with love, and raised me exactly the same way. I come from a struggling middle class family from Caracas,
that escaped from the raging violence of the capital to a much calmer small town called Valencia. A place I later came to love and hate
under the name of Hellencia, where the best and worst things can happen to you, both in the same day.

Adolescence shaped me, all the things I adored back then still define who I am today. The compulsive drawing, the obsessive reading,
the love for skateboarding and the devotion to music, it all started back then and hasn't change one bit.

I'm 26 years old now and art has taken complete control over my life and I'm loving every second of my struggle to communicate
the world as I perceive it. My work now, strives to awaken in the individual the need to question, to unlearn, to evolve.

Needs which are compromised in the modern world, with wild consumerism and the fast pace towards nothingness.
With every stroke I desperately aim to come closer to the answer of these two questions:

where is everybody running? and who told them to run?