New Collage: Death and Rebirth

New Paper Collage completed today at ARC Gallery.  It amazes me how everything is so connected. The process of creating this collage was completely random, and yet the result matches so well with my latest existential internalization.

In the last few weeks, I have been practicing dying, when I go to bed, and the Re-birth of a new me when I wake up in the morning. 

Every day I die  

Every day I am born again! 

Is always the same day... 


Painting Class

Tonight was my first time doing a “sip and paint” class. I had an amazing experience! 😊 

My job was to guide the students on how to paint this wild daisies: 


I was given step by step written instructions on how to paint it. But I am not good at following instructions, so I decided to just paint the way I would usually do it in my studio. I told my students, they could follow me, but I encouraged them to improvise and do whatever they wanted. 

And that’s precisely what they did! And each ended up with a painting 10 times better than the original! 


Live Painting!

I was invited to paint Live, at the Dirty Pigeon SF. It was a very fun event, painting among kids 20 years older than me! 😂I felt right at home!!

They are young, happy, and filled with energy! Their hearts are open, their minds are curious, their eyes are shining... no pretentiousness, no attitudes, just lots of excitement!!  

I had an amazing time!! 👍🏼 

this is the finished piece!  

Painted in 1 hr and 30 mins  




Collage by Women

I am so excited! My copy of the collage book in which I am featured just arrived! 😊 I am proudly representing El Salvador! Among 50 Collage artists from around the world!! Curated by Rebeka Elizegi and published by Promopress Editions (Spain)!

You may purchase this book in Amazon:


Solar Plate Printing

Today I had the opportunity to hang out with amazing printmaking artist: Mark Brodie. He walked me through the process of using glass to transfer my drawings onto a Solar Plate. I was a little lost with the process at first, as is very different to the one I am used to: Aquatint.  

However, once we printed the first image, and started experimenting with other textured plates, I was in a roll and didn’t want to stop!!  😃

Many, many thanks to Mark who gave me a new toy to play with!!  

He is an amazing artist! printmaker, photographer and sculptor. You can check out his work here:

and find him in Instagram @Markbrodie1111


What does it mean to be an Artist?

I was 14 or so, the day me and my sisters left the house, eager to visit the International Fair. It was our tradition. Every November, the international Fair would come to El Salvador, bringing all the new and exciting products from all over the world. Food, clothing, electronics etc.  We could never afford to buy anything, but we loved visiting all the booths, exploring the new and exciting merchandise. 

We were making our way in through the crowds of people, when suddenly something caught my eye. Right at the entrance, there was a man sitting on a table, doing something with colors. The colors and whatever he was doing looked amazing from far. I asked my sisters to check that out first. It was Pantone’s booth. The man was giving a color demonstration with an airbrush. There was color everywhere! On the table, on the floor, on his clothes. I was stunned! I had never seen an adult making a mess and having so much fun! I remember this feeling waking up in my heart: I want to play with colors too! 

I am not sure at what point I lost my sisters. I was suddenly on my own, watching this man airbrushing the colors on a cardboard. After I while, I decided to catchup with them and started walking. But right  next to the Pantone booth, there was another booth, filled with pictures. A gallery with samples of the things Artist had done with the Pantone colors. That was it. I don’t remember anything else about that fair. I didn’t look for my sisters either. I stayed there, in that gallery looking at every single painting on the wall, feeling my heart waking and vibrating, I was so deeply moved, tears were coming out of my eyes. I had never seen anything so beautiful. I was paralyzed. 

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about the colors and the paintings I’ve seen. Confused of what it meant. Why was my heart pounding so hard? What was the meaning of this sudden excitement?  

I was 16 years old, the day I walked into my father’s bedroom and told him: “Dad, I don’t want to be in the circus anymore. I want to be an Artist”.  The revelation was not as easy as it sounds, but I will tell that story another time.  

I knew then, that I all I wanted to do was to be an Artist. I had zero interest for anything else. But how do you become an Artist? 

Going to Art School, was not an option for me. My country was at war. Artist and intellectuals were being persecuted and murdered. (Google it, if you want to know more). So what do I need to do in order to become an Artist?    

One day, I picked up a pencil and a piece of paper and started drawing some empty bottles. I made lots of drawings of random objects I found around the house. I remember my dad pointing out that I did have a talent for drawing. His words filled me with so much confidence that I decided to try drawing  people. I picked up a National Geographic magazine, and found the most beautiful picture of these two African kids. I found a large piece of paper and started drawing the kids. I was so into it! I was singing, I was happy, I was enjoying every moment of it. When I was finally done, drawing and shadowing every detail I could of the picture, it was already morning. I had literally stayed up all night drawing. I went to bed suddenly feeling very tired, and left my drawing on the dining room table. 

An hour or so later, I was awakened by the distant voice of my father telling the rest of the family : This is an amazing drawing! She really is an Artist!  

That was it!! I hadn’t gone to Art school, showed in any galleries or had any training. But I knew then, that in order to become an Artist, all I needed was to be an Artist. 

I called myself an Artist after that.  Every one I met, everywhere I went I introduced myself as Artist. Some people laughed! Specially other artists, who think that being an Artist means, to have proper school training, shows and recognition and I didn’t have any of that. But I did have a huge amount of artwork! Because once I accepted myself as an Artist I did no stop making art. Was I a good artist or a bad artist? That was irrelevant! I am just an Artist because I make art.

To be an Artist, means to make art, and if you are engaged with the moment and connected to the creative forces of the universe, than you are a good  Artist, regardless of the result or what other people think of your work. 

You become an Artist by being an Artist! That’s all!  






Ar Battle Artists

I love meeting other artists! Specially, cool artists like these dudes! All so genuinely friendly and fun!!  

I was behind the scenes trying to convince them to switch places  unexpectedly, in the middle of the artbattle competition- so after 10 mins we switch places and finish someone else’s painting ....Haha sounded like a great idea to me! :-) 


Social Media for Artists!

I’ll be a panelist at this social media for artists workshop- presented by Artspan!

I encourage you to attend if you are an artist and would you like to improve your social media presence. 

Learn tips and best methods and hear first hand insights for promoting your art practice across various on-line platforms from a panel of social media savvy artists and moderator Dawline-Jane Oni-Eseleh

Workshop is on Tuesday, April 23rd from 6:30 to 8:00 PM
Event will be held at SOMArts Cultural Center, 934 Brannan St, 94103

Below is a link to all the social media I handle:  


Shared Instagram accounts:




YouTube Channel