I was that kid.
The one who couldn’t leave a blank page alone. I drew on notebooks, scraps of paper, anything within reach. It didn’t matter what it looked like. I just needed to make something.
What stayed with me
Growing up in Ecuador, I was surrounded by color, texture, and detail. Markets, textiles, hand-painted signs. I didn’t think of it as influence at the time, but it shaped how I see. I started noticing visuals early. Logos, packaging, small details most people overlook. I didn’t have the language for it yet, but I understood when something felt right.
That instinct didn’t fade. It became more focused.
I became the person people relied on for anything visual. School projects, posters, presentations. I cared about how things looked, but more than that, how they communicated.
Where it became intentional
Design gave me the language.
Typography, layout, systems: tools to take what was intuitive and make it intentional. Not just making things look good, but making them work. After six years as a senior graphic designer, working across branding, illustration, and visual systems, each project has refined how I think and build.
Why art never left
Painting brought me back to something slower. More instinctive. Working with acrylics, oils, and watercolor gave me space to explore emotion, texture, and memory in a way design couldn’t.
Now I don’t separate the two.
Design brings clarity. Art brings depth.
Together, they shape how I approach every project.
Today
I create brand identities, visual systems, and paintings rooted in culture and lived experience. Influenced by where I come from and where I am now.