My clay takes shape from memories of an unwritten past, yet one that survives through the cracks of time, of people who live outside of me, yet through objects they left behind. Of the mountains in the Andes, that cross territories and nurture each of them with wilderness and life.

I create sculptural vessels that I single fire and paint with natural oxides, yet my work doesn’t find meaning through material of process, but within the stories it holds. There are stories of war and tenderness, stories of sacred and grotesque, life and loss, not being opposites but two sides of a silver coin. With each piece I build, a part of my world is settled, intertwining life and past despite of what seems a collective effort to keep forgetting.

I create objects of a history that never was, but one that I yearn.