From an early age, I felt that I did not see the world as others did. I grew up in a family with a Christian upbringing, but my spirituality did not fit into the mainstream. From a very early age, I perceived presences, energies and beings that I could not explain. I felt that I came from another place, from a space of absolute peace, and that being born was an abrupt fall into a dense reality.

This sensitivity led me to take refuge in my inner world: I would hide in my wardrobe to draw, and from there I would create magical universes where my imagination would grow.

That contact with the invisible was my first language, and over the years it became art.

Today I paint from my soul. Not to decorate walls, but to light hearts. My works are symbolic autobiographies, fragments of a profound journey towards the self, but I believe they reflect the path of so many women who, like me, one day forgot their own essence until they did not recognise themselves, and when they hit rock bottom, they had no choice but to reinvent themselves, empower themselves and become their best version in order to be reborn.