My Childhood

If I had to describe myself as a child in two words, I would say voracious reader.

Happiness was losing myself in the pages of a good book.

Then, my mother made me discover how visual arts can also tell stories,
trigger emotions and become addictive.

I have been lucky enough to be raised in a family that encouraged my intellectual curiosity and admiration for all types of artistic expression.

At school and in the many art classes I attended, I was taught the practical side of creativity, making art following the model of the great masters of the past.

However, a more critical approach evolved from a personal curiosity to discover, understand, compare and question artistic creations from all styles and periods.
I became aware that I was not born to be an artist, but to strengthen the appreciation of the arts in people around me.

The wholehearted support of my (super-extended) family and a network of brilliant friends and peers, made my dreams less challenging.

Thus, since I finished high school, I decided to fulfill my desire and devote my life towards interpreting and exploring how artists and societies react to the world that surrounds them.

Today, my passion lies in discovering, planning and managing new ways to promote art and cultural events and, finally, I can combine my fondness for literature and visual arts.