Poesia

Before I was ever a painter,
I was a poet.

Long before color and canvas, there was the word.
The silent tremor of language. The fire of metaphor. The ache of questions that refused to sleep.
My mother raised me among books—García Márquez, Octavio Paz, Dante, Castaneda—and through them, I learned that reality is porous. That there are truths only poetry can name. That art, in any form, begins with listening.

Later came Goethe, Juan Ramón Jiménez, Victor Jara—voices that didn’t just write; they revealed. From them, I inherited a reverence for beauty, but also a responsibility to the world. To walk with intention. To create not for spectacle, but for meaning.

WunscheToday is the consequence of that path. A visual extension of my poetic search. Every stroke, every form, every texture begins with a question: Who am I, and why am I here? I paint not to answer, but to stay in the presence of the mystery. To witness the unfolding of being through color, matter, and silence.

My work is rooted in Tlaquepaque, Jalisco, in the language of hands and dust. But it reaches beyond borders—geographic, stylistic, and spiritual. Through my art, I carry out a task that feels larger than me: to undo, to uncover, to remember.

This is not the path of ambition.
It is the path of sobriety, of clarity, of unshakable devotion.
The mission is not noise—it is peace.
And my work is the echo of that vow.