I was born in Mexico city in the year 1975. I have always been an artist but I wasn't aware of it until a well advanced youth when what then I thought was a lightning of bad luck struck me for the second time!

Everything that I know about drawing I learned it from books and personal experience. Introducing myself into the world of art was in my own personal experience an extremely hard decision, but inevitable, and just as I thought, there is no turning back.

A sentimental and inexperienced youth along with bad decisions provoked a vicious cycle that degenerated into sickness. I can say that I went thru a deep period of darkness. I was so close of going blind, that's one of the things that a 16 year old diabetes can give you for your 27 th birthday.

My career as a lawyer was frustrated and I saw myself forced to go back to my parents house, I could not drive or read and I could barely draw, there was a time that I couldn't cross the street. The size of my work grew bigger as my vision decreased. My body started to scream for help in order to obtain the treatment it required, and I was compelled to satisfy it. Discipline and a good will became indispensable for survival.