It is always born tied to the little tree house —the symbol that inspires me through my own life experiences— to what the suspended branch and the hanging ladder represent. Yet it is also inseparably linked to what we live in Guatemala, where coffee has long been part of the nation’s economy and soul.

I find inspiration in the endless rows of coffee plants, in the red fruits, and in the white blooming flowers that cover the fields like snow during the season of growth. I see the variety of aromas, the delicacy of the roast, and our people harvesting the red fruit with devotion. The small cafés of Antigua also became part of my inspiration, drawing me into this theme that is deeply rooted in our culture. And always, beside my easel, a cup of coffee is the most faithful companion to my imagination.

Invites us to pause, to see life from another perspective — to stop time itself and taste life in a suspended home as if it were a gateway. In that quiet moment, embraced by nature, imagination awakens and wonder blooms. We learn to dwell in the present, to discover that beyond the noise of our daily worries, there are treasures that truly matter — those that feed the soul. Among them: what the earth gives us, and most tenderly, a good coffee
The coffee bean, the fruit, and the flower are not mere stages of a plant; in my work, they become symbols of existence. The bean is the seed of potential, the fruit is the bond between earth and life, and the flower is the fleeting beauty of beginnings. From a branch that emerges into a suspended sky, a house rises —an emblem of the human being in the fullness of life, dwelling between roots and dreams.
In this space of magical realism, we learn to dwell in the present, to discover that beyond the noise of daily worries, treasures await us —those that nourish the soul, gifted by nature, and most tenderly, by a sip of coffee.

My technique always begins with a process of deep research on the subject I wish to explore. It is not only about observation, but about discovery: new experiences within the coffee plantation, the nuances of flavor, the texture of the beans, and the magic of the seasons as they transform the landscape. This first stage provides me with both a solid and sensitive reasoning for what I want to express through my art.

From there, I create several sketches that act as maps of imagination. Some of these eventually reach the actual scale of the canvas, allowing me to transfer them directly onto the prepared surface. The painting then unfolds in stages: first, the background, where the atmosphere is set; then the layers of color and texture, which form the living matter of the work; and finally, the details —that last breath that demands time, contemplation, and inspiration. It is in this final phase that the painting reaches its fullness, allowing me to present it as a testimony of creation and of life.