erase una vez en el Caribe

I grew up drawing because I had to.Not because someone told me to become an artist. Not because there was a business plan behind it.

As a kid in Venezuela, every holiday at school became an excuse to make something.

Christmas.Mother’s Day.Father’s Day.National celebrations.School events.

I was the kid making the posters. The hand-drawn carteleras. Big sheets full of characters, lettering, color, movement, ideas. And eventually, I started selling drawingsNot because I thought of myself as an entrepreneur. Because making things had value. Because people wanted what was made by hand.Because creativity could create possibility.

That stayed with me.