I was born in 1987, and ever since I have had a sense of reason, I sometimes like to look back and remember when my grandmother saw me drawing, amazed at what her two-year-old granddaughter was creating, and urged me to continue down that path. She believed in me, and she got me to do it too.

If I keep looking ahead, I find a thousand and one happy memories related to the drawing.

I've gone through gusts in which I barely drew, and others in which, as I opened my eyes, I had a pencil in my hand ready to express what my mind had decided to create.

Today, I am unstoppable: there are days when inspiration is more present or more absent, but I always find my moment of creation, and that moment gives me peace and happiness.

I love creating art because it unites us all, men and women, because it doesn't understand colors, ages or languages, it's simply a feeling that gives us an emotion, a feeling, and a feeling.

Is there anything more beautiful than being able to inspire emotions in others?