~ A tale of innocence and magical scissors ~

I have never forgotten who I was before the world told me who I should be - a child of nature, highly sensitive, intuitive, a truth speaker wise beyond her years.
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I grew up in rural Burgundy, France, the daughter of Spanish immigrants. From an early age, I learned to navigate the demands of my culture of birth and of my culture of origin, sometimes at the expense of my authentic, rawer self.
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In my early thirties, following an existential and spiritual breakdow, I fully embraced the art of collage as a medium to make sense of my reality and rearrange my internal chaos into pieces of redemption and beauty.
This modality brought a profound reconnection with my body wisdom, the natural world and the sacred feminine.​​​​
Collage has become my language of self-empowerment and remembrance, my sacred sanctuary for healing and emerging as a woman, artist and mentor ; a practice rooted in the body and nurtured in the profound and profane of the feminine essence.
Holding my hand on this journey is a precious pair of scissors, my companion since childhood, a thank you gift from a travelling master cutler for filling his water bottle.
To this day, every paper cut carries the marvel of an eight-year-old whose world was illuminated by this random act of kindness.​​​
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As human qualities, I value warmth of heart, empathy, courage and generosity.
I find solace in a simple and minimalistic lifestyle while my inner fire is manifested in the material with analogue collage, poetry writing, improvising healthy meals and mixing spices and herbs in my kitchen.
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I love collecting real life stories from strangers. I am happiest walking barefoot in nature and listening to the silent whisper of the stones in ancient archaeological sites.
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Three words sum up my life motto: Be, Feel, Flow.
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Be: Rooted in my body, in unconditional presence and acceptance of the here and now.
Feel: Tuned to my sensory and emotional cues.
Flow: Creating from my core instinct and intuition.
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In 2022, I returned to the land of my ancestors in Andalusia to pursue my practice of the art of Wu Wei, a contemplation of the wisdom of the Tao Te Ching woven into the observance of my feminine cycle and the seasons of this land.
In the family house, I found a tin box with paper dolls from summer 1986, the last gift from my maternal grandmother before her passing. Clumsily cut pictures, the hands of innocence. The circle feels complete. ​

