The Colors of the mediterranean

The colors of the Mediterranean. Barcelona, Italy, Greece… in their miscellaneous essence. Art sheltering whole centuries of motley imprints.

I was born there. Embedded in scents of the sea. Shortly after that, the color blue, the shades of green and the concrete made room for the white satiny land of rosemary and holm oaks. Surrounded by the simple existence in a village covered in white cast, I wrote the first pages of my life in stone.

The figure of the small village teacher, the image of the dry river boulevard crowned by a natural spring of bitter water, the timeless collegiate church with its restored bell tower; these are all images from a childhood no new experience will ever be able to erase.

This footprint, sculptured in hot iron on my soul, will be the canvas for the brush strokes of the future.

Even though I was born in that pre-Olympic Barcelona that still had hardly any access to the sea, my childhood took place in Albelda (Huesca), place of origin of my paternal lineage.

This village, located in the Catalan strip of Aragon owes its name to the Arabic place name Al-Baida (white village). Its whitish and sandy landscape, so often colored by almond trees, olive trees and holm oaks would coexist with fertile irrigated fields, right next to a water canal that would sometimes carry crystalline, sometimes murky waters which descended straight from the Pyrenean mountains.

Many images from those times have remained in my memory. I still remember my Grandmother (I was 12 years old), sitting by the entrance stairs of the house that three very different, and at the same time very colorful generations shared. Hours would go by, and she would talk nonstop with her friends and neighbors well past midnight. Meanwhile, I would walk the village streets with my friends, gossiping nonstop. This is how life would go by, surrounded by simple country people, isolated from the outside world that we barely knew.

That monotonous life, with almost nothing to do, triggered my imagination. I would play new roles on a daily basis, and I would even put on costumes to entertain people around me. By the way, I was very happy.

The tile tradition of my village served as an inspiration for me. Ever since I was a little girl, I would play with the flexible red clay mud, applying my own glazing.

Later on, finding inspiration in my father, I started traveling and opening myself up to the world. I was seduced by different cultures and the many diverse landscapes. Thanks to this, I was able to collect new experiences, as well as create new, enriching relationships.

My first big trip was Chile. There, I started to define myself artistically by watching the Atacama desert geysers. I would wake up early in the morning, in order to see the beautiful dawn, which was greeted by excited geysers that would effusively burst. That frame of natural beauty remained imprinted in my eyes forever. There, I decided that I would major in landscape architecture. Also, I decided my creations would be guided by freedom of shapes, inspired by the interpretation of nature.

Ever since my trips have always been a quest for landscapes and shapes that inspire me. Volcanoes, glaciers, rain forests… With each new place, and in each of my treasured moments of loneliness, even dancing till the break of dawn in Cuba, my identity grew stronger: it was an act of very personal love.

All decisions in my life have been guided by love, thus far away from any rationality. It has always been my deep conviction that love is the only timeless item in life, in the true sense of this word. This, pushed me to the biggest decision of my life: going to America.

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All decisions in my life have been guided by love, thus far away from any rationality. It has always been my deep conviction that love is the only timeless item in life, in the true sense of this word. This, as well as the fact that by the time I finished university (Architecture, naturally) a major economic crisis reigned over the whole world, pushed me to the biggest decision of my life: going to America. In all honesty, black and white Hollywood movies also somewhat played a role: Fred Astaire swinging and moving like a prince, Ava Gardner´s soul-stirring look, Bogart´s rictus of extreme solemnity, amongst others, were calling me. So, at last, I made it to the California coastline.

In America, I have found a way in line with my dreams. I have been able to discover and live in New York, as well as bring back my artistic facet, which had been silenced for a long time. Dance, architecture, theatre, photography, all paved the creative way for tile. In tile, I attempt to transport all my creative dreams. Whenever I set off on a journey to see beautiful scenery, I always try to portray this beauty through design. In all my creations, my yearnings and sensations are implied.

And finally, the time has arrived, yet again amidst a severe crisis: Coronavirus. During this lethal time, my first catalog is born. I hope I will be able to feel and transmit sensations that have been with me during all these years. On a personal level, I have found in art a means of communication: I hope I will succeed.

The first time I set foot on the endearing and characteristic Brooklyn sidewalks, it felt like a dreamlike awakening. It was my second US trip, back in 2009, a pivotal time in my life: I was about to finish college, and yet full of doubts. That hundred-year-old stone and iron bridge was a revelation to me. More than two thousand steps between two shores, and two different worlds.

Brooklyn and its nostalgic essence, its courtyards, the footprint from so many cultures, they all stood in stark contrast to the Manhattan we all carry embroidered in black and white on the back of our eyes.

The striking contrast between Times Square, quintessential epicenter of capitalism, and the sinister film-noir atmosphere deeply disappointed me, pushing me to flee the North, for the South. I was rescued in Miami, raising the hope for better times ahead.

After a certain time, however, I came to feel my escape needed to be temporary. Life circumstances seemed to be calling me back to the Big Apple. I met David, who took me into his very unique Orthodox world. It was thanks to David that I was able to enter a world of cultural and religious celebrations. I started feeling more and more attracted towards that great world within another great world.

Down by the Hudson River, an unforgettable sight offered itself to the naked eye: Happy-Hour themed bars shared a physical space with men wearing black hats, rushing to their respective synagogues, right before the sun would paint crimson the city skyscrapers, right before the start of Shabbat. We would celebrate Shabbat in Nico’s backyard, in Williamsburg: a reunion of friends, full of conversations and dancing. In and around that backyard, most of our Brooklyn lives would take place. It was our own, small universe, the universe of a community of artists where everyone played a role, even if they didn´t feel like an artist, or even without really being an artist. That thing that had started, back in the day, with David, lived on in those beautiful Brooklyn backyards. An inner world converged with the outside world, giving both my personal and artistic life a sense of purpose.

My life in New York went on like that, amongst neighborhoods and cultures. Sometimes in Queens, where I would use the opportunity to eat and enjoy excellent fish dishes at very affordable prices in Greek restaurants. Other times in Brighton Beach and its Russian underworld right by the ocean, where credit cards didn´t work, just cash. It was a trip back in time to Soviet times, where you could almost picture Russian mafias seizing control of the streets. Last but not least, there was Williamsburg, fortress of the Jewish Orthodox world, where I could feel I was getting back in touch with my artistic soul. Each corner had something to tell, the result of multiple and dramatic historic backgrounds that left an intense imprint in the colorful melting pot that is this neighborhood.

I wasn´t aware of the cultural depth New York had to offer till after a whole year living there. Just like my friends and myself had created our own community around a Brooklyn backyard, many other people were creating also their own communities, also rich and colorful.

I look at the Hudson River from my window. I can barely go out on the street, because of the eternal Covid lockdown. All I can do is dream of a normal life in freedom. These hard moments are the beginning of the long-desired path.

My creations are inspired by all these life-changing moments, as well as all the secret spots Brooklyn has. I imagine my bathtub, flanked by Nico’s pink flamingo and the green leaves of the leafy palm tree, and with them a midsummer night’s dream.

I have a deep-rooted tendency to universalize the passion for beauty. Inspired by this perspective, I created the "Art Gallery" collection.

I have intended to portray those landscapes that remained trapped in my retina through time, on tile canvas. By doing so, I have intended to make them accessible to all those sensitive souls who will value them, and like them.

My inspiration has come from the landscapes I had the privilege of contemplating ever since my first steps in my birth place, close to the Mediterranean.

We are the result of our history, as well as our experiences. Those magic moments that take place during a specific, unique point in time can even become elusive while also bringing to life the creative passion you carry inside.

Creation that leads to art, the most beautiful way of sealing memories in time by portraying them and making them accessible to others. This is how I reached the distant borders of artisanal decoration.

Based off of the study of ancient techniques, I have merged both rustic and the most noble materials: crystalline, gold and silver have allowed me to dress my dreams in beauty.

Using the most avantgarde digital printing techniques, I was able to enter a fairy tale botanic garden. Dreams, landscapes and techniques share a space in a chromatic gallery full of autonomous life.

Little by little my passion kept growing, seeing I could fill big spaces, while decorating walls in an elegant and creative way. Chromatic murals that dress up in beauty different spaces of various sizes.

Art Gallery is an homage to natural beauty turned into art, and immortalized in tile. It is my hope they will fill your heart with joy and harmony, and that your soul becomes richer with an artistic halo full of experiences.

Terrace blue and green, Rainforest, Golden Field Ivory or Gardenia Black and White, they were all born in Tulum, in the Mexican Aztec jungle.

In order to select materials and graphics, I went after a certain diversity that would be on the opposite end of monotony; a thoroughly technical work that goes from the flowing graphics and the inks of Gardenia Black and White, all the way through to the digitalization of real paintings, in the case of Terrace Blue and Green.

Bouquet Multicolor is inspired by the eloquent frescoes of Italian religious buildings.

Dalia Vintage takes us to traditional Parisian haut couture. Versailles captivated me, Paris made me fall in love; both were my inspiration for the creation of Dalia.

“Rosette”, takes me back to my time in Colombia. Colorful rose bushes on a vivid black background take me back to my time amongst leafy coffee plantations, full of floral and coffee aromas. Rosette is an homage to all those Colombian farmers in their colonial style houses.

Lily. Inspired by the colorful tulip fields of Keukenhof, surrounded by rivers and irrigation canals, facing the defiant ocean. The graceful and airy look of tulips, on top of a cement surface is the artistic trace I would like to give away.

Magnolia has us picturing an abstract floral motif. This is my most pictorial creation: a true modernist oil painting.

Secret Forest. This takes us to a Japanese blooming spring garden. Those blooming cherries and almond trees, with its pinkish tones from my lost childhood. Their majestic essence, well-kept amongst green olive trees and winding vineyards. These elements represent my origins; The philosophy and nature come together and guide us the way gods from Olympus would do.

Always, on each and every one of my trips, the past will be my close shadow. This ancestral culture embodies my values, as well as the profound respect for tradition.