I was born the year World War II started. I am an earthling from Madrid. I belong to the sentimental human race and just like those unexplained instincts that lead us to choose our lovers, I chose the profession of visual artist.
I turn my passion into a career, since you must assume that if you want to follow your instinct and your heart, you will most likely get a weak support, a large amount of expenses and works piled up which can be difficult to store. Therefore, you endure it as a necessary luxury, covering expenses by other means, except when the commercial art world bets on an artist because of his characteristics and circumstances and they are considered profitable for their economic and professional interests. There are exceptional cases, however, when someone bets by following his heart, such as José Manuel does. Retirements clearly show everyday how difficult is to resist, when you find yourself wondering about a name that does not appear anymore and has given up.
As a woman, in addition to the general difficulties, specific ones are added, mostly because we get engaged in human factors such as children, illnesses, personal sacrifices, etc., with a greater sense of responsibility, and all this comes at the expense of time and availability. What should be considered a virtue, reflected in the artwork, turns into an obstacle. The focus should be on the results. I could carry on talking about this topic but these problems certainly exist in all the professions, and they get worse in more competitive fields because of the limited financial resources available, as in our case. I have got this far, no-one knows what tomorrow may bring.