Born and raised in the jungle of Quintana Roo, I grew up surrounded by nature’s raw systems. Its beauty, its violence, its codes. My parents sought a purer life, one closer to the wild. That meant we built things. There was always a workshop, always tools. My dad repaired and created; my mom painted, made films, documented. I was raised between function and expression.

My obsessions started early. Seiba trees, wasps, knives. Anything with the power to harm, but the restraint not to. That tension is everything to me. I am a pacifist obsessed with danger.

My practice is unstructured, obsessive, and experimental. I create furniture, collectible objects, and installations, mostly handmade, through the repetition of a single form: the cone; sharp, elegant, overlooked. Almost useless.

My work carries a stillness that is charged with threat. That friction is essential. It reminds us of our fragility and invites a deeper respect for life.