I was born in Barranquilla, Colombia in 1971, of an Andalusian father and mother of Lebanese decent. My parents divorced while I was very...

My grandfather, Cico, was my first art teacher. He was an alcoholic, a lawyer and my favorite person in this entire universe till this...

My mother was a very strong, talented woman and the way I see it, her roles shifted between mother and sister, teacher and friend. She...

I had known Carlos for most of my life. As a matter of fact, he was related to my mother in a very interesting way, which I’ll explain at...

The time we spent at the hospital, at the ICU, was difficult for everyone. My mother was able to travel the day after the accident. Her...

Freedom came with a price. The following four years in New York City, while attending art school, were exhilarating, frightening,...