Most things made more sense when I became an architect. Suddenly all feelings I had inside had space to grow and take shape. I understood the connections between art and artist, artist and their work, and work and people. It was a time in which I attended exhibitions more often and at the same time, I had something to learn from the artists I contacted.
As time passed, not only did I become an architect but I also taught architectural history and design in school. Those activities gave me the capacity to understand and guide others as well as grow in my background by reading more authors, historians, or artists that otherwise I will not be able to have contact with.
I need to direct my attention to other subjects that are part of my profession even though they have nothing in common. I attended philosophy, art history, movies and books in her courses, seminars and lectures that I followed and connected the dots to become what I am today. Through them I uncovered a huge universe of artists, languages and expressions that I had no idea I was capable of understanding and enjoying.
That is why it was so natural for me to start painting when my profession put me in a position as a guide, rather than as a designer. This meant that I wasn’t able to express my artistic vision through architecture, which is [maybe] what I loved most about the profession. So I put together the materials that knowed during my construction site visits, my expression and the points started connecting. In this way I come up with collections that all the time claim the city in the center.