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STORYTELLER

There is nothing quite like a blank page to spark the imagination. Storytelling is the core of my work as an art director. Over time, I have baked a few stories. I was inevitably captivated by the magic of writing narrative. The reality is that we all tell stories; we are all a story.

WHAT COLOR IS WHAT YOU FEEL
"If you tell me what color you feel is...
you will never feel the same way again."

THAT’S WHEN I KNEW
Three inconsolable children mourning that big-eared fellow lying lifeless in a shoebox that, by the way, was too big for him.

THE MAYIYOYI
What's your name? They would ask her, but she wouldn't say María Dolores... she would answer Mayiyoyi, because her tongue would stick a little to the roof of her mouth. Mayiyoyi, she would answer, and with a wide smile..

BEING OF WIND
She, prey to her fears and wanting to be wind. He, a wind being, flew free in the clinic of the walkers.

AURORA'S MONSTER
"Now I understand your bad moods and your frustrated, sleep-deprived face. It was a monster, Aurora, what was messing up your room and your life...

INTERDIMENSIONAL LOVE
Our emotions, the ones that originate our thoughts, are tangible...
and transcend space-time; they transcend universes!

THE VICTORY
Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose.
On very rare occasions, however, losing can mean victory.

FRAGMENTED
She would have jumped with him without hesitation,
but now it was his turn to save her. Into that cavern he had to enter alone...

​DE QUÉ COLOR ES LO QUE SIENTES
"Si me dices de qué color es lo que sientes...
nunca más volverás a sentir lo mismo."

​ENTONCES LO SUPE
Tres niños inconsolables haciendo duelo por el orejón aquel que yacía inerte en una caja de zapatos que, por cierto, le quedaba grande.

LA MAYIYOYI
What's your name? They would ask her, but she wouldn't say María Dolores... she would answer Mayiyoyi, because her tongue would stick a little to the roof of her mouth. Mayiyoyi, she would answer, and with a wide smile.

SER DE VIENTO
Ella, presa de sus miedos queriendo ser viento.
Él, ser de viento, volaba libre en la clínica 
de los caminantes. 

EL MONSTRUO DE AURORA
Ahora entiendo tus malos humores y tu cara frustrada y de desvelo.
Era un monstruo, Aurora, lo que desordenaba tu cuarto y tu vida..."

AMOR INTERDIMENCIONAL
Nuestras emociones, las que originan nuestros pensamientos, son tangibles... y transcienden al espacio-tiempo; ¡transcienden universos!

LA VICTORIA
A veces se gana y a veces se pierde.
En rarísimas ocasiones, no obstante,
perder puede significar la victoria

FRAGMENTADO
Ella hubiera saltado con él sin dudarlo, pero ahora le tocaba a él salvarla.
A esa caverna tenía que entrar solo…

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