
I was living the dream in NYC… until Colombia called me back. My family basically said, “Come home and just paint for three weeks,” so I packed my bags and went. What started as a quick trip turned into five years of painting, growing, and reconnecting with my roots.
Those first paintings sat in storage for a while (because, you know—life), but when I finally brought them back out, they carried the rawest part of my journey. They traveled to events, exhibitions, and eventually into the homes of amazing people I met along the way.
These works hold everything I was back then—pain, confusion, desperation, but also an unstoppable hunger to find myself. Looking back, I see them now as my colorful roadmap: the beginning of me stepping fully into who I am as an artist, and the birth of the project I carry forward today.