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A bit of background for those of you interested...


As a child I had boundless imagination and lots of time on my hands. Though I loved running and riding my bike, I spent most of my time indoors. I lived in a city in a tenth floor apartment and that came with some obvious limitations.

I was a fidgety and anxious kid, but I saw opportunity for play in everyday objects. I would use discarded cardboard boxes, scissors, markers and glue. I'd spend hours making television sets, puppet theaters, pinball machines, dollhouses, and haunted mansions filled with detail. I loved paint, shoe boxes and the smell of freshly sharpened pencils. I still do.

​Fast forward a good four decades and a lot has changed. Life has not been particularly easy, and I find myself in the company of relentless chronic pain. It can be disabling at times, but occasionally I have a good run and I work for a few days in a row. I tinker with my old, familiar  friends: scissors, paper and glue. I have not lost any of my playfulness, and I still enjoy making things whenever I can.

​Unfortunately, chronic pain doesn't like to travel solo. Like its cousin, misery, it also loves company. Anxiety and depression are its most faithful companions. and I suffer bouts of both. They can be quite persistent, but making art comforts me and dispels some of their effects on my mood.


Unfortunately, I have been at the receiving end of the stigma surrounding mental illness many times before. I realize it is still pervasive and hard to navigate. It makes me really sad for other people going through similar situations. I've learned that the only antidote available is transparency, so I try to apply it to both my life and my work. You will see glimpses of me in every image I make. And that is as it should be. 

​I'd like to take at least one brick out of that ugly wall of silence by speaking about those issues in my images. At the same time, I am pushing back on my own anxiety, my fears, my feelings of inadequacy and isolation one collage at a time. It works for my silly brain.


It may seem like an insignificant contribution, but I know that a kind word at the right time can mean the world to someone who is suffering.  I hope that my images can be a step towards connection, confidence and self-acceptance. It is a difficult journey, no doubt, but it's always easier traveled together.

​What else might be relevant about me?


I am a bit of a nomad who, unintentionally became an immigrant. I love gardening and growing plants from seed. My brain is like a Vitamix on full blast: there's too much going on all at once! I am prone to melancholy. I absolutely love animals above all else. I enjoy movies from the 1930s and 1940s. I hate cheese, and I loathe beer. Living in Vermont is challenging as a result. The tick armageddon doesn't help either, but I manage thanks to some friends, and I am trying to put down some roots here. 

​As far as my work, it continues to flow from my formative years in Spain. MAD is, in fact, short for Madrid, and I confess I still miss my city very much.


I have vivid recollections of my neighborhood, my elementary school, my grandparents' home, and the parks that are no longer outside my door. I reconstruct them between the layers of paper and glue. I try to blend the old with the new, but home is, and always will be, Madrid. That city defines me and my artwork more than anything else.

​​My collages are like the confluence of two rivers: memory and imagination. They blend into each other to create something new. I love this process and I try to nurture it daily. 


Thank you for your support. Stay a while. I hope you feel intrigued and perhaps even comforted by my images.


Hasta luego!