When I was a child and a problem arose, I would often ask my father why life couldn't always be simple. "Who told you life was easy?" he would always reply. Before I could say anything, he would finish answering the question: "It's incredibly easy!" he would say, laughing as he twirled his green ink pen between his fingers. I suppose he truly believed what he was saying, since —in relation to his own life— the decision to abandon me when I entered my teenage years was quick, painless, and simple: He stopped taking me to his house in Argentina and stopped sending me letters. With time, I can confirm that he was right: life is incredibly easy when you eliminate all guilt and the sense of importance that might arise when trying to solve any problem.

For most of my life, I paid no attention to art. My father's actions triggered traumatic experiences, exacerbated my borderline personality disorder, and, because of those same situations, I had to assume the role of authority figure during my formative years: How else could I survive if there was no one to take care of me? Not only that, but I also became responsible for taking care of everyone else around me. I could say I became a teenage mom without ever having had a child: If it wasn't me (the responsible figure in my life and everyone else's), no one else would be.

I suppose that's why I developed characteristics similar to those of a sociopath: there was no time for feeling, and it wasn't feasible to lean on those who were in my life because they weren't emotionally prepared to support me. So, there simply wasn't the possibility of allowing myself to be emotionally vulnerable; there was no time for regret or guilt, only time to make difficult decisions that would allow me to move forward. That's how I became my own pillar, raising myself using my hard-won ability to see the world rationally. It worked out quite well; I turned out to be highly skilled at retaining knowledge in many areas and at making decisions that always led me to achieve all my goals. This is why, for most of my life, I believed my future was in the field of science.

Guided by what I believed was my path, I initially chose to continue my education by studying engineering at university. It took me almost a year to realize that, despite finding it easy to learn and excel in my studies, my mind refused to feel any excitement for my future career. I had never been so bored learning, and that's saying something, because learning is what I enjoy most in life (and reviewing movies). It took me many more years to realize that art was my true passion, and it was thanks to the impulsive decision to enroll to study it professionally that I discovered the life of an artist is the only life that can be tolerable for me.

I can't sit around with a fixed schedule at a routine job day after day because living like that bores my mind. It makes me feel like every second spent on it is another second of life wasted, and I don't want to be on my deathbed remembering a past based on a stable and tranquil routine. I need to feel like every minute is a rollercoaster with no way out. Living any other way is like dying while I'm still alive. I've never been ashamed to admit that I see my life as one where I'm the center of the universe. It makes sense, doesn't it? It's my life; if it were a book, I'd be the protagonist. I've never been an altruistic person, nor have I ever been indifferent to others. It's simply not part of me to have that inherent motivation that some people have to improve the world. I hope things improve, obviously, I'd like to see it, but I don't have the necessary drive to do anything about it. I'd say I'm sorry, but that wouldn't be honest: I don't think we're all obligated to want to take action to help humanity. I don't think doing so makes us good people, and I don't think not doing so makes us bad people. I don't think it's a flaw either: "flaws" are, for me, just another characteristic we have as beings; they don't necessarily have to be seen as bad, they just are, they exist, they're part of everything that makes us who we are. It's this way of seeing life that fuels my creativity: I don't make art about others, or about the world, or as a representation of reality, or to shed light on situations that I think should be seen and acknowledged by society, or that I believe should no longer be ignored; my art is like me: a little egocentric. It stems from what I feel, what I think, what I like, and what I experience. Inspiration comes into play when I imagine and create, but fundamentally, it's purely about me. It's my life, it's my art: it makes sense to connect the way I see the world with the way I express what I believe, or at least that's what I think.

Why would I pretend to be a person of great humility, selflessness, and a desire to change the world for the better? I prefer to sell my image by showing who I truly am rather than sell a lie that makes me appear morally superior. I prefer to be remembered in history as who I really am rather than as a figure to be idealized or idolized. It makes me happier to create images of my life and capture them in a painting than to look at the world and sink into misery, seeing all the bad things that exist when they're not related to me. Why complicate life further? After all, life isn't easy: it's incredibly easy.