This is a projection of who I am and how I got here—a shelter filled with moments where each piece of work holds meaning.

Art is a trace of time, and it has left us a magnificent legacy. It is a tool that is constantly reused, reinvented, and transformed. It generates its own language—one that reveals my unique personality. That is what my work is: I do not try to pigeonhole it into categories that displace or diminish others. Despite the disparity between characters, the subtle and the grotesque, there is a common thread you can feel when you enter my space.

I am Basque by birth—and by essence—because the place where we are children shapes a vital part of who we become. Since then, my boundless curiosity has taken me to many corners of the world. Eighteen years ago, that journey brought me to Mexico. Today, I paint, draw, sculpt, and write gazes—mine and those of the characters who captivate me, but always through my lens.

My proposal is to take time—mine or someone else’s—and place it in the here and now. Sometimes it’s just a shift in scale. Other times, it’s a cry against injustice, or a profound devotion to beauty, to character, to what makes us strong and fragile at once. Perfection and fracture are two sides of the same coin.

Warhol, Banksy, masks, revolutions, or Spaghetti Westerns—these are just some of the elements I draw from without fear. I bring them “from there to here.” They look at me. The gallery is me—my full, transparent self. Sometimes uncomfortable, brutally selfish, temperamental, even conflictive—but always honest. I want to be part of that small group of people in the world who don’t work for money—because they have it, because choosing is everything.

My work is a continuous game, and I play because I can and because I want to.

Time just passes, but it is everything—until it isn’t.