I am the youngest of 4 children of migrant parents from the south of the Iberian Peninsula who were looking for a better economy.

Parents who achieved this dream through hard work, but left with other dreams to fulfill. 

As a child I lived in a town on the banks of the Guadalquivir, where I received the only artistic influence that I remember from my childhood. Andalusian religious art left a mark on me that I recognize today. The drama, the expressions of pain, the golden frames, the agony of Christ and his mother. I still remember watching the devotees from the balcony of my parents' house as they walked past on their knees, bleeding behind the virgin. 

 

Years later we moved to Barcelona. A family of workers from the suburbs. My destiny was clearly defined by my parents to work in construction, as an asphalt welder. I lasted about 6 years. Knowing it was the only option made me hate it. From the age of 12 I was in a religious sect with my mother. Even though I believed I had talked to God at some point, my incipient homosexuality made me challenge him. I got away from that god I believed in and from my parents. The decision to leave that job was the biggest betrayal I could do to them. In the blink of an eye I had immersed myself in the professional business world and not with bad financial results. I also ended up hating it, even though sometimes, I almost missed construction. The commercial world reminded me of the sect I belonged to, and I left it as well. 

By chance I ended up studying sculpture at La Llotja in Barcelona when I was 36, I just knew that I wanted to vomit through art.

Spirituality began to occupy my interest and merge with my creativity. Through my creations I materialize my desire for freedom.

I want to free myself from the condemnation of the conditioning I received. I am obsessed with knowing who I am beyond my ego. I can't help but be at odds with myself and with my society. My greatest difficulty is separating my ego from my being; freeing myself from the created identification that condemns me is my greatest wish.

 

I reject a capitalist society but at the same time I belong to it and I am part of it. I want to get rid of it but at the same time I am looking for work success. Art is part of this phase of my life as a form of healing, of liberation, but at the same time it exemplifies my own contradiction. With art I just want to leave my vision of what it means to live in this society wanting to be free.

I materialize what hurts me trying to stop it. I speak of me, of us, of what I am subject.

I feel more comfortable with the sculpture installation, I feel more free. I generally work with garbage materials since I find it magical to be able to change the perception of an object condemned to oblivion and elevate it to pure admiration, it seems to me in itself a purely anti-capitalist act that questions the structures of what we consider beautiful.

The material with which I feel most identified is without a doubt asphalt. It is part of my family life and at the same time of our environment constantly. I feel that asphalt is the concrete synonym for capitalism. It separates us from the earth, covers and hides it. It latches tightly and is difficult to get rid of. Capitalism needs large asphalt cities for the concentration of consumption to function. From that vision, I work the asphalt in a sculptural way.