My life began on March 21, 1985, in Monterrey, Mexico—a beautiful day, marking the beginning of spring. I have fond memories of those early years in my mother’s arms. Since childhood, I’ve always been deeply attached to my mom, while my relationship with my father was more of a clash of ideologies and attitudes. Still, I love and respect him in my own way.

I am the youngest of three siblings, with my older brothers, Juan and Cesar. I love them both dearly.

One of the best moments of my life was realizing I could bring my imagination to life on paper. In school, I rarely took notes—my notebooks were filled with drawings instead. Because of that, I failed three years, but I don’t regret it. From a young age, I carried a world inside my mind that didn’t exist in the physical realm. At six years old, I discovered the power of light and shadow in art. I knew then that I was meant to be a creator, not a follower.

I remember a boy in my childhood who used to draw creatures by merging different animal parts. Watching him, I learned about shading and depth. My artistic journey continued even as my family moved across the border to the United States in the late '90s. I spent months without attending school, so I kept drawing to avoid boredom. When I finally enrolled, the educational system was different—I had to choose my classes. I focused on one above all: Art.

In 6th grade, art became my refuge. It was my last class of the day, and I was the only student who didn’t want the class to end. I learned about light, acrylics, oils, and many new techniques. The teacher often had to remind me that the school was closing and that I had to go home.

Growing up in a gang-heavy neighborhood became a distraction from my artistic path. The abuse my people suffered at the hands of rival gangs fueled my anger, and for a while, I became a little menace myself. During high school, my neighborhood was controlled, and art remained a part of me, though in a different way—I found graffiti. For a year, I lived within that world, facing problems, rival districts, and territorial conflicts. But that's a whole other story.

Then, my mindset shifted. I started reading spiritual, scientific, and psychological books. I had a personal awakening—new ideas, new ideologies, and a new vision for my life.

I believe in love, but not in marriage. I won’t reveal all my thoughts here since I plan to write a more detailed book about my life one day. But for now, my purpose is clear: to fill the world with art.

For a long time, I didn’t carry a portfolio because I was distracted by life. And though I still get lost in my thoughts sometimes, I also experience flashes of lucid dreams and ideas that I need to bring into reality. My goal is to offer the world a different perspective through my paintings—through the eyes of an awakened being.

Time keeps moving, and I keep creating. Whether painting or designing, art remains my language. The world exists to embrace creativity, and I will continue to contribute to it. My future? I don’t know exactly where I’m going, but having goals in life is what makes the journey worthwhile.