I love painting. I enjoy every moment of the process: mistakes, uncertainty and discovering what's next.
My approach while painting is like meditation. I ignore my thinking mind, providing space for the void, and allow the creative process to unfold and reveal the mystery, expressing that which I was not aware was longing to be unveiled.
Following my intuition: things just present themselves.
Having lived almost all my life in an urban environment, Mexico City, I was hungry for nature, its power, its beauty.
My desire for it drew me to major in geography. The earth, the elements, the mystery: how water could take one form in the ocean and an entirely different form in the clouds; how gazing at the emptiness of a cloudless blue sky would connect me with the vastness; the fact that no matter what, nature, its colors, shapes, patterns and intensity were never the same, always changing, vanishing and recreating, never what I expected.
I wanted somehow to capture this, to share it, but I never believed I had the slightest ability to draw or paint. I began years ago by taking pictures of clouds. I knew I was creative but I had no training, no experience. When I met my teacher, Tom Wudl, he assured me that each being is innately creative. I wanted to believe him. With a blind faith, I took his words and embarked on this adventure.
He showed me how to make marks with a pencil on paper, and even more importantly, he showed me that erasing was also part of creating. For the first time, I was fearless. I knew no matter what appeared it could change as easily as the clouds. No praise, no blame, no expectations, no disappointments.
I know this journey has just begun.