I grew up in the farmlands of Uruguay, in the middle of nowhere, where life was simple and everything came from nature. As a kid, I was always making things with whatever I could find around me. Back then, I didn’t think of it as art, it was just part of growing up.

Days were split between helping out and having fun. Fishing with my dad and my siblings, running free outdoors, and watching my mom bring her artistic touch into everything she did. Winters were slow and cozy, always close to the fire, indoors and out. Summers meant heading down to the creek out back, the one tucked away in the far of the property, spending hours in the water, exploring, getting dirty, and only heading back when the sun started to drop.

Looking back now, I see how much of that shaped what I create today.

Today, I’m still that same kid, just with better tools. Creating is what makes me happy. Every design and every canvas I make carries pieces of those memories: the farm, the water, the rawness of nature, and the mix of hard work and freedom that defined my childhood.

And when I need to reset, I go back to the water. The beach is where I unwind, clear my head, and reconnect, before coming back to create again.