Since I was young, there's been this persistent dream of mine—to have a home filled with things that were truly one-of-a-kind. I've held onto this vision of surrounding myself with pieces that carry a unique charm, things that make you stop and admire them for their individuality. Art, to me, embodies that essence of beauty.
Everything I create or work on daily serves as bricks laid to build the future home that exists vividly in my mind, a place I've yet to inhabit physically.
The objects within my home aren't simply chosen for their aesthetic appeal but for their soul. I seek items that provoke a sense of wonder and ambiguity—objects that challenge my tastes, propelling me forward in my exploration, unveiling worlds beyond my biases. Each piece I choose isn't just an addition; it's an invitation to delve deeper into my personal journey, pushing the boundaries of my preferences and discovering new realms.
What I love about my home is its ability to transport me from within. Almost every object that resides here, alongside my partner Igone and our cat Katilu, carries a journey, an anecdote, an experience, or a story.
The memories of our life together encompass our space—a vase, a piece of furniture, a chair, a mirror, a sofa. We've journeyed through five cities together: Bilbao, Berlin, Barcelona, Coruña, and now, New York. Each city, every experience, every memory shapes our aesthetic and artistic choices. Some of these objects have gained more soul or emotional value following an accident or setback during our moves, thus giving them a greater significance for us.
Nearly every object in this house is crafted by my own hands. It all began with a small sideboard in Berlin, and now, well, practically everything you see, I just can't seem to stop.
Each project is an exploration; in every form, every cut, every render, and every screw, I find myself questioning the intricacies of my personal artistic process in creating original pieces. Simultaneously, it allows me to step into the shoes of other artists, appreciating the complexity of their decisions when I replicate their works.
Light and color serve as more than just fixtures within this household. I believe a truly lived-in home resides within its lights, shadows, and ever-evolving chromatic spectrum, weaving stories through the passing seasons and days.
In this home, the big lights stay off. Here, our lighting is warm, indirect, setting the mood for our day, our emotions, and sometimes even Katilu's disposition. These lights create an atmosphere that embraces us, shaping the tone for our shared experiences and reflecting the ever-changing narratives of our lives.
I often say that I'll always consider myself a painter. Whether I design a product, a style, a set, an architectural piece, or a render, at the end of the day, I am and will always consider myself a painter.
I'm not sure if this stems from the fact that most of my family members are painters, and being physically detached from the place where I was born, being a painter connects me to them... I'm not certain. I take pride in saying that my mother, brother, aunt, and stepfather are incredible artists, and it fills me with pride to be one among them.
