About my process

My artwork explores my fertility journey and my path to healing.

Despite being something common, infertility and miscarriage isolate you; it seems nobody talks about them in a close, honest, and compassionate way, especially about miscarriage. I believe it is necessary to speak about it openly to avoid being swallowed up by the terror and hopelessness of the experience. To understand those who have gone through it and the loneliness we suffer. In my artwork, I aspire to make a universal approach to these experiences and create a safe space to talk about it.

Using colored pencils, threads, and paper -familiar materials-, I create a close and intimate setting where I can speak through simple yet compelling metaphors. I am extremely interested that the result is understandable and resonates with others, drawing and inviting them to explore the layers of meaning within. That is why I look for an aesthetic in my work, a sense of beauty and balance that could attract others and foster a connection. My way of expressing myself is intrinsically related to respect for my interlocutors.

One of my inspiration’s pillars is observing nature and its connection with people. Holes, veins, stains, and cracks are found both in natural forms and in the human body, so they have always been a powerful source of metaphors to me. In my drawings, I mainly use found objects picked up in my environment: leaves, seeds, eggshells. They are a memory of the organic of conception, of breakage, pain, and the passing of time. They invite me to contemplate the cyclical nature of growth, decay, and renewal. I also make holes and punctures in the paper and sew them up with thread to prevent them from getting bigger and heal them. This act of mending reflects not only the restoration of the artwork but also the restoration of myself. Moreover, the act of sewing also intertwined with my feminine part and with my mother, who taught me to sew and gave me my first sewing box.

It is inevitable to relate my artwork to my femininity and to think about the silence established in the patriarchy and the things that our grandmothers did not dare say out of fear of isolation and misunderstanding. In this journey, I have learned that talking is healing, and I have found resilience in the act of speaking out. Healing my holes but without hiding them and without forgetting the pain, I am gradually reaching a place where there is room for healing and hope.