Finally, I finished lawschool! Well, I have to wait for some results, but still, the summertime season was oficially opened last friday!

Since then, I’ve been fully enjoying the lack of responsabilities and the relaxation that the holidays bring; which basically means that I’ve been sleeping like there’s no tomorrow, going out, indulging in some frivolous activities such as shopping or pampering up and, most importantly, painting and sketching!

This is what I’ve been busying myself with:

Tomorrow I’ll be travelling to my hometown in the south of Spain, and once I’m settled there my hectic holiday plans are going to start unravelling. I expect to be on the move for a while! For instance, I’m heading to Seville to visit one of my best friends on Friday! I also have everything booked for one special trip in August and I’m currently looking for flights and accomodation in a few more places that probably will suffer my presence in the near future. This doesn’t mean that I’m going to be overly distracted to paint or create, on the contrary, it will inspire me to get out of my comfort zone and try new things on that matter. Free time and new experiences help the experimentation process, and I’m planning to have a hell of a lot of both things.

I’ll keep you posted!

Happy summertime, everyone!


Cold Desert

While I love music and I am always listening to some new band that I’ve recently discovered, I am very picky when choosing my real favourites. A song may become a favourite because the rythm just makes me feel a bit more positive, because it helps me channel whatever I am actually feeling. Other times, I fall in love with a song because its lyrics speak directly to me, assuring me that I am not insane, or because it reminds me of past times. Or of someone.

The song that I’m about to show you automatically got a place in my heart because of the ambience that surrounded me while it made its way through my eclectic Iphone playlist. Sometimes I download loads of band’s records only because I enjoyed one of their songs so I’m usually not familiar with the rest of them. Today I was walking back home from my university. It was raining and it was freezing -I was very smart and only got a jacket with me thinking that, being May, I hardly was going to be cold- but I was craving the exercise and walking under the rain is something I’ve learnt to love in the past few years. I was in a weird, depressing, sad, emo mood, and the cloudy sky was not helping… not that I really wanted it to. Once in a while it’s nice to let yourself feel sad; to embrace the feeling without having to cover the apparent weakness in front of others.  I believe there is a certain beauty in sadness. I think it’s healthy to be sad, from time to time.

And I didn’t feel it coming this morning. The sadness, I mean. The intense need to let myself go and enjoy the lack of resistance towards the emotion. It was liberating and I felt strangely comfortable in the loneliness and the anonymity that a big city provides in the early hours, when shops are still closed and coffee places are starting to serve the so much needed caffeine to the few early risers. I wasn’t able to put a finger on what was making me feel that way, but I welcomed it while this song said what my brain probably hadn’t been able to process by itself.

The brokenhearted voice made me smile. It was nice to be feeling something. Anything.

This is my new favourite:

  I’m on the corner, waiting for a light to come on
That’s when I know that you’re alone
It’s cold in the desert, water never sees the ground
Special unspoken without sound

You told me you loved me, that I’d never die alone
Hand over your heart, let’s go home
Everyone noticed, everyone has seen the signs
I’ve always been known to cross lines

I’ve never ever cried when I was feeling down
I’ve always been scared of the sound
Jesus don’t love me, no one ever carried my load
I’m too young to feel this old

Here’s to you, here’s to me
On to us. Nobody knows, nobody sees.

   Nobody but me.         

Babylon: the story behind it.



I’d like to think that I’m not one of those artists  that need to be trascendental or metaphysical in order to engage their audience to admire their paintings. Actually, I don’t even like calling myself an “artist” since I only paint. I wouldn’t dare be that pretentious. But obviously, what I paint doesn’t come out of nowhere; it has a story behind it and a feeling that I wanted to share, exploit or investigate.

In Babylon, I wanted to experience the love that I was lacking, the care that I was craving and the memories that I was missing. Love in its possesive and initial state. Love put in that high pedestal that we build thinking it won’t be taken away from us. That naive love that believes in forevers and immutability. The inmature love, the one that doesn’t need fighting for, the one we all dream of easily and effortlessly preserving. The surreal kind of love.

The name of the painting came from one of my favourite bands that I’m currently obsessed with: Angus and Julia Stone. At the end of this post you can listen to it! Enjoy!


Me gustaría pensar que no soy una de esos artistas que tienen la necesidad de ser trascendentales y metafísicos cuando explican la inspiración de sus cuadros o de sus obras de arte. De hecho, no me gusta llamarme a mí misma “artista”, me parece demasiado pretencioso para alguien a quien simplemente le gusta pintar en sus ratos libres. No me llamo a mí misma tampoco escritora, y aquí estoy escribiendo. Pero obviamente existe una historia detrás de cada cuadro, un sentimiento que quería plasmar en el lienzo, compartir, investigar y explotar.

En Babylon, quería poner de relieve el amor que sentía haber perdido y que ansiaba. Ese  amor en su estado inicial, un amor posesivo e idílico. El amor que muchas veces ponemos en un pedestal esperando que nunca nadie nos arrebate. El amor inocente e ingenuo que cree en “parasiempres” y en la inmutabilidad de los sentimientos. El amor inmaduro, ése por el que no se necesita luchar, el que todos soñamos llegar a conservar sin esfuerzo alguno, fácilmente. En definitiva, un amor utópico e irreal, pasajero.

El nombre del cuadro viene de la canción (con el mismo nombre) de uno de los grupos de música que me tiene obsesionada últimamente: Angus and Julia Stone. 

Aquí tenéis la canción.