This is my most recent artwork. A traditional still life in pastels. And a short poem. In cold wind, she lie in wait, with big eyes, glassy and sweet. A young girl with a demonic holy, pale skin, red lips

I have this weird feeling for some time. I feel like I don't care anymore. I'm tired of listening constsntly that I'm not good enought, but especially, I'm tired of beeing hurt by this. I listen to everything

I sit in my bed, in the dark, listening to my favorite songs and I'm thinking. I think about what to write... and I have nothing: just a huge blank space in my head which start to hurt me already. I told

You won't probably understand why I chose this title for the post, so I feel forced to explain. The idea is that for some time, I have an artistic blockage and I can't create anything: I can't write, I

So... I am an artist. I am the person who does a lot of work and effort to create, with the purpose to express, to exteriorize and to understand the world, to understand myself. I torn my soul to allow

Anxiety... Stress... Anorexia, Depression... Dependences, Insomnia... Bulimia. Those are a few of the desorders that the contemporary world struggles with, more and more often and powerful. We were wondering

Sometimes I just think that you are a beautiful lie. The most perfect I've ever heard or seen. You are not real, you can not be... it's just a fake obsession that takes the control to me and eats my whole

A few days ago, I was on the train, going home after a long day and I was feeling lost and bored so I draw this. I was left alone... the walls that surround my soul have collapsed one by one leaving me

World. An endless paradox of existence, where you need to "fight to survive". We don't know where do we come from or where we go, all that we know it's the fact that we are alive. From the begining,

Hey, you! It's been a while since we haven't spoken. I hope you are ok and everythig it's alrigt, but I guess it's not. I want you to know that I miss you. Yes...I miss you even if I see you always or

"Slowly... it died."

That's a small part of my town after a long transformation time, when the old buildings were renovated. No place is perfect, and sometimes things seems to be worst than they really are, but I love my city

This painting is inspired by a picture made by me. A still life with sunflowes.

Because we started a new year, and everyone makes wishes for 2018, I come with a little help for those who want a healthier life. If you feel powerless, not in the mood or if you just want a change in

This is a photo that I did some time ago, and every time I see it I think at one thing: Everything depends on how you see things. Speaking metaphorically, of course. I mean... your brain controles everything

The marks that the charcoal leave on the paper, the possibility of "painting" whit it, the expressivity and force or the smoothness that it gives to us. That's what I love at this technique.

I consider that one of the most difficult things is to really know yourself, because with every passing day, we are influenced by something to change us, and over time, we can see minor or major changes