I have been drawing for as long as I can remember.When I was in primary school, I remember my parents asking me if I wanted to go to art school to study a specific module where I could learn different techniques. The headmaster had called them and discussed the matter with them.I just wanted to be with my friends. I was so young that I didn't understand what the question meant.As I grew older, I felt that every time I drew a picture, everyone looked at my abilities in amazement. In my village, I started painting pictures for family members and neighbours. The deal was that they would buy me the materials and I would paint them a picture.At the age of 14, I had my first exhibition at the town hall.

When I was in secondary school, I moved to the city of Baeza to attend the school of arts and crafts, where I also took an advanced course in applied arts.That is where I received the training to become a true artist.Sculpture, stone carving, ceramics, clay, wax casting, bronze casting, oil painting, life drawing... I was taught each discipline by renowned artists.I enrolled at the famous University of Fine Arts in Granada but lost interest. I managed to befriend some final-year audiovisual and film students, and that's where I found my passion.

I spend my first year at university in the video editing labs with the older students, soaking up their knowledge on the subject.Every camera, every video editing programme. I get hold of pirated copies to use at home and start learning how to edit video and produce music.That's what I want to do!The question pops into my head: why do I have to spend four years getting a fine arts degree when I've already done the same thing in two years of higher education?On the first day of drawing class, the teacher gave us a choice of Greek sculptures to draw. We had to hand them in at the end of the week. By the end of the class, I had almost finished mine. When I looked around, half of my classmates were still sketching. It was my first day of disappointment.

In art class, the teacher tells us to paint using primary colours. Seriously?I remember he wasn't happy because I couldn't get the colours to be exactly flat and they always ended up blurred in some corner.Couldn't he see that I was miles away from that?We couldn't start mixing colours until the second year. Give me a break. I've been using oil paints since I was 14 and you make me paint with tempera for a year?Sculpture was my only dream. A lesbian who didn't care about anything and gave us free rein. The best of the teachers.All the students did wonderful things. She's against the education system, for sure.The problem is that she made us destroy each piece afterwards, and that broke my heart.In the advanced module, not only did we fire each piece in the kiln, but we could take them home. That's how I started my personal museum.Life drawing of the nude wasn't taught until the third year...Anyway, I felt like I was starting over and being forced to repeat everything again over a long period of time. My hormones were craving new things, and my eagerness to learn left no room for compromise.Seeing what most of my classmates were doing did not motivate me to continue or compete to be better either.


This lengthy biography is simply to set the scene for presenting my latest artistic works.Because the latest is always the best, or demonstrates the creative moment I am in.