Paper has been my friend for as long as I can remember.
I have vivid memories from when I was about 10 years old, and my uncle Domingo and my grandpa Miguelito used to encourage my attempts at becoming an artist with thrilling surprises. I used to get a prize nearly every time that I came to visit them with a drawing in my hands that I had just done for each of them. That prize was invariably art supplies: metal boxes with tiny watercolor cubes inside, charcoal pencils, brushes, art books, and color pencils, wonderful tools that amazed me and provided my imagination wings to fly.
But of all the things that I received, the different kinds of paper were one of my favorite gifts. I was astounded by the texture, the brilliant white color and consistency of the watercolor paper of various weights, the outstanding versatility and resistance of the drawing paper, the beautiful and intricate designs and colors of the marbled paper.
Since then, I've been using paper though my entire life on a daily basis.
In my twenties I became a graphic designer and a great consumer of every type of paper imaginable. But for the last 15 years, my relationship with paper has changed.
When ex-president Salinas gracefully broke Mexico, and all the Mexican people inside, he flew to Ireland with his pockets stuffed; many businesses in my country went down.
My small graphic design firm resisted for a while, but inevitably followed the same downward road that many others had taken. At the same time, I was feeling more attracted towards the arts. I was leaving behind the world of graphic design, and getting more and more excited about sculpture. I was increasingly aware of the freedom that this new area of creativity gave me every time that I decided to pass from two dimensional works to sculptural ones.