Since I was a child I have always been drawing, sewing, performing and diligently collecting the things that could make me remember a certain moment. These collected items become the inspiration and body of my work helping to both recall and tell a story. Closet doors became an accessible and solid substrate in which to make collages with all these collected elements and gave the finished products a human scale. I keep on collecting and cutting out as much papers, newspapers, books, magazines.. as I can. I organized them by themes. I like to make collages because it allows me to use real images, things already existing. At the same time I have to always adjust to what I have, giving to the end result of the art work its own personality, that most of the times is not even close to the first idea. I use only what I have in my hands. Nothing is made to be beautiful. My work is the result of ideas and thoughts that need to be expressed. Love, sex, confusion, discovering, relearning, finding, looking, falling, my own experiences, my sensitivity. I do not care if it is correct or not. If it comes to me by coincidence, I like it even better. I try to use elements that are available to everybody. We are all able to create, it is just a matter of doing it or not.I learn from my mistakes, but I keep on repeating them. I don't believe in perfection, but I want to be it. I want to be as good as I can be. It is never enough. I do what I do, and I do it with love. It does not hurt anyone or anything. All risk on myself.No limits. No time for insecurities. I was told that I live in my own world. I don't kill people in my world, they don't starved to dead, I don't discriminate because of skin color, sex orientation, religion... I don't stoned no one to dead, I don't own the water and food... In my world we live and share the earth together, respecting and knowing that we won't be here one day. My world and yours are not the only ones.