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About me

I'm a spanish architect and freelance illustrator living in Madrid.

I have exhibited in cities such as Madrid, Barcelona and Shanghai, among others. I won a contest back in 2014 illustration and that gave me the confidence I needed to devote myself to the world of illustration and now I'm a full-time freelance artist! 

My work is characterized by a mostly constant female presence, seasoned with atmospheres of nature, many colors and light surreal touches. It is mainly defined by the use of pencil, charcoal, watercolor and digital. Although I use multiple experimental techniques in my work.

 

I have worked for brands such as Vogue, Oysho, Fnac, Cervezas Alhambra, Ron Barceló, Lenovo, Bombay Shapphire, Mr. Wonderful, MMBFW, Threadless, Hyundai, Editorial Planeta, Penguin Random House Editorial Group, Telva, Yorokobu, Banco Santander, Danone ...

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¿Por qué “naranjalidad”?

“El zumo de naranja es la esencia misma de la naranja puesta de manifiesto, y con esto me refiero a la auténtica naturaleza y a aquello que le confiere su “naranjalidad” y le impide presentar un sabor como, por ejemplo, el del salmón ahumado o la sémola de maíz. A los devotos, la idea de desayunar cualquier cosa que no sea cereales les provoca ansiedad y temor, pero con la muerte de Dios todo está permitido, y pueden comerse profiteroles y almejas a voluntad, e incluso alitas de pollo.“ 

Pura anarquía. Woody Allen.

“The juice of the orange is the very being of the orange made manifest, and by this I mean its true nature, and that which gives it its “orangeness” and keeps it from tasting like, say, a poached salmon or grits. To the devout, the notion of anything but cereal for breakfast produces anxiety and dread, but with the death of God anything is permitted, and profiteroles and clams may be eaten at will, and even buffalo wings.“;

Mere anarchy. Woody Allen.