I was born to a family of artists. Not of actors or musicians (Although there’s a bit of that), but of people who could find the passion and the novelty in the menial tasks of life: The cooking of a daily meal, the printing of catalogues at our family owned printing store, or in the quest for the perfect frame to a bicycle that I, at no point, would dare to ride.
I grew up believing I could be anything I wanted to, in a family that allowed me to have such insane beliefs. And as life sometimes allows us, I found out that I can produce, imagine, and work in crazy commercials and crazier stories, having a job that has allowed me to travel the world and find so much magic everywhere, while still feeling like I’m among family. I’ve grown, and now I don’t believe...I know.