Growing up in San Antonio Arrazola Xoxocoltlán, the cradle of the Alebrijes, I had a raw childhood riddled with strange dreams, nightmares really, nightmares I could never seem to escape. At first, as any child does, I feared those dreams, but then my mother told me: Son, stop running from what torments you and use it to your advantage. From that point on, the visions determine the appearance of my artwork and I always accompany my artworks with a poetic yet abstract story; on the one hand I want the viewer to understand what I feel, yet on the other I want them to believe what they see. I still have those strange dreams about those shapes and nightmares that I still do not understand, but thankfully now my imagination and my works grow alongside me.
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