I was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, on March 15, 1972, in the midst of a middle class family. My father painted, but by hobby, I am the daughter of a Spanish mother, a native of Barcelona, Catalan, and Argentine father.

Since she painted a lot, for hours .... All day, color pencil, chalk and ink, a material that I was already fascinated ..

And this passion at that time thought it was just a hobby continued to accompany me with increasing intensity.

As a teenager and wanted to study art in depth. I wanted to enter the Fine Arts to finish high school, but had no seats. So I settled for going to a drawing and painting workshop with art teacher who taught me the fundamentals of drawing in black and color pencil and watercolor. Also going with it in the oil and my artistic fundamentals of drawing the human figure, and was deeply encouraged when I learned that two colleagues the workshop had just entered the Escuela Nacional de Bellas Artes.

So, after spending 6 years with Martha Bahia, I decided to try his luck as well and for my happiness I managed to pass the entrance exam and get a place in the renowned Escuela Nacional de Bellas Artes "Prilidiano Pueyrredón."

There was 2 years (1993-1994) enrolled in the preparatory cycle, studying the basics of drawing, painting, prints and sculpture and realized thanks to art teacher, for me this art was not a hobby, but a "need physiological. "

But for family reasons we moved to the Atlantic coast of Buenos Aires, Villa Gesell, by the sea.

There I followed my own painting and took classes in drawing and painting with several teachers, but it was with Silvina Russo, a young graduate school my beloved with whom Prilidiano Pueyrredón momentum took it greatly encouraged me to study the human figure and engraving.

But the country\\\'s situation did not help and I wanted to see Europe, Spain and Barcelona, birthplace of my mother and famous for its cultural scene.

2001: I was in Barcelona 4 months to return to Argentina to deal with Spanish nationality. I had already decided. Barcelona was the city where I wanted to live.

In the haunting and stressful waiting painted frantically, amid the anguish of the country reeling, playpens, the 5 president in a week, and plantains (the bonds issued by the Mint), hoping to have my passport European, and do the opposite way of my mother, but by air instead of boat as her.

Finally, in June 2005 with passport in hand, I boarded the plane to stay here.

Since then I\\\'m painting with watercolors, oils and entering illustration and airbrushing, but without. Shyness always keep my work until now, 2011, where for the first time, show in public.

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