My earliest human memory was the day I saw my first cello, at age two. However, I can’t remember a time in my life when the presence of music was not coupled with that of visual art.

My Cuban grandmother was a painter and began teaching me Western style drawing, painting, and sculpture from my toddler days. I later studied visual art and curation at The Museum of Modern Art (NY) and traditional Chinese watercolor painting and calligraphy.

The style of the bold, vibrant colors in the Caribbean-influenced paintings I made with my grandmother was contrasted by the philosophical element of 虚无, or “nothingness”, I learned in Chinese aesthetics and art.

Over time, I developed my own style that fused the wild intensity of my Latin roots with the space and subtlety of my Asian side.