Personal Stories That Shaped Me

Art has always been more than expression to me — it is my path. Through creation, I connect to the deepest parts of myself — the ones that live beneath words and form. When I create, I cross the threshold between the visible and the invisible. It is there, in that quiet inner space, that I find my spiritual relief, my release, my communion. I used to think that art was something I did , but now I understand that art is the way I pray.  It is how I listen to life. Every painti

When the words began to pour out of me, I didn’t understand what was happening. There was an urgency I couldn’t contain — as if I were late for something sacred. My fingers could not type fast enough to capture the visions flashing through my mind: memories, emotions, conversations, moments I thought I had long forgotten. I called the collection “Before I Forget.”  At the time, it felt like a poetic impulse — a race against memory. But now I see how prophetic it was. Just a f

Turning that corner after a really bad right turn I had made, I found myself crying like María Magdalena on a park bench near my house in Quito. To get to that park I’d had to make a right turn. I stormed out of my house in tears of anger — furious at myself for feeling small, wishing I had the body of Hulk Hogan so I could fight fair and square with my opponent: a skinny man who looked like Snoopy’s brother, Spike. In our neighborhood, everyone knows him as el pendejo — but

Mind, heart, hand, action — mind, heart, hand, action — mind, heart, hand, action. Repeat these words, and if your belief is driven by your mind , heart , hand , and action , your dreams will come true. That’s how I began my path of turning dreams into reality. Most people looked at me with doubt — “crazy artist, she is doing what she loves with no money in return” they said — but everything I did came from those liberating daydreams. After all, I am a Pisces! This exercise