I arrived in a new country with the feeling of always being in midair, as if my life were an eternal takeoff without a safe landing. I move back and forth, eager to learn and absorb everything around me. Not just the streets, their history, and their culture, but also the gestures, the colors, the way the light interacts in these new settings. Living temporarily away from home has become my way of inhabiting the world, but also my way of constantly redefining myself and closing chapters.
Each city forces me to put everything I’ve learned into practice, demanding I distance myself from my most comfortable side. First, I am an observer: the silent one, taking quick notes, deciphering how to move without drawing too much attention. Then, little by little, I begin to find my rhythm, to understand the pulse of this new environment. Learning is not just intellectual; it is a physical effort—adapting the body to the unknown and accepting that constant change is the only certainty.
As a visual artist, each country transforms me. The colors change, the light is different, shapes take on new meanings. I become obsessed with finding new ways to solve the tones, with the texture of everything new my eyes encounter, with signs written in a language I don’t understand. I paint to understand what surrounds me, to process change, to avoid getting lost in the vertigo of starting over.
My artistic process has become as nomadic as I am. I paint in rented rooms, in cafes where tablecloths fill with sketches, in makeshift studios with brushes that aren’t always mine. I learn to create in motion, needing nothing more than my hands and a fleeting image in my memory to begin. I discover that perfection is not in the flawless finish, but in the energy of the stroke, in the urgency to capture what I’m experiencing before it all fades away.
Moving from country to country is not just a change of location; it’s about dismantling and rebuilding myself with each new destination. In every place, I leave fragments of who I was, collecting pieces that transform me. I don’t know if one day I will put down roots in a single place, but I have learned that the journey, the unending quest for knowledge, and art are all I need.
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