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Europa dibujada (Europe in sketches)

08.08.1994 - 08.23.2016
Original language : Spanish Consult the English version

Mi historia empieza en París, sigue en Lisboa, Barcelona, Madrid, Granada, Londres, Florencia, Las Palmas de Gran Canaria... Podría añadir más lugares, Atenas, Sevilla, Edimburgo, Amsterdam, Bruselas, Roma… mi historia es un viaje en dibujos.

Viajar con un cuaderno, una pluma, un lápiz. Pararse en un lugar. Dibujar. Llevarse ese tesoro dibujado para casa. Hojearlo pasados unos meses, años. Y recordar. Cuando nací, Europa eran fronteras, eran diferencias, eran idiomas, eran sobre todo ciudades, personas e Historia.

Tuve suerte. Viajé desde mi adolescencia. Primero Roma, París, Bruselas, Amsterdam. Viajes cortos, pero que me mostraron otro mundo, otras culturas. No conservo dibujos de entonces. Luego vine a Canarias. Cada viaje era algo más largo. Y vino Atenas. Lisboa. De nuevo París. De ahí es mi primer dibujo. De nuevo Lisboa, cercana, y a veces olvidada, y mis pasos por Barcelona, Madrid, Granada, Málaga, Barcelona, Londres con mis familia, Florencia y Pisa este último verano. Y los retornos a Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, que es Europa.

Siempre alguna libreta, un momento viendo pasar la gente, llenándome del aire, escuchando las voces, esperando. A veces nervioso, a veces cansado, muchas veces relajado, mientras intento robar un minuto, un paisaje un momento, para llevármelo, como un tesoro, en mi cuaderno de dibujo.

Europa son historias, es Historia, son personas, son miradas, son encuentros, y Cultura, y algo común en todas esas diferencias, algo que te hace superar idiomas, distancias, asombros y sabores, y te lleva en un viaje distinto cada vez que en tu maleta descubres tu libreta, la hojeas, paseando por tus dibujos y planeas cuál será tu próximo viaje por Europa.

Travel with a notebook, a pen, a pencil. Draw. Take that treasure drawn home. After a few months, years, remember. When I was born, Europe was borders, they were differences, they were languages, they were mainly cities, people and History...

Voyager avec un carnet de croquis, un stylo, un crayon. Dessiner. Amener un trésor à votre maison. Après quelques mois, des années, rappelez-vous. Quand je suis né, l'Europe étaient les frontières des différences, étaient langues, étaient pour la plupart, des villes, les gens et l'histoire...

My story begins in Paris and continues on to Lisbon, Barcelona, Madrid, Granada, London, Florence, Las Palmas in Gran Canaria ... I could cite more destinations: Athens, Seville, Edinburgh, Amsterdam, Brussels, Rome ... my story is a voyage in sketches.

Travel with a sketchbook, a pen and a pencil. Stop a while. Draw. Take that treasure home. Return to it after a few months or years. And remember. When I was born Europe mas made up of borders and divided by differences in language, geography, ethnology and history.


I was lucky. I've been travlling since I was a teenager. First Rome, Paris, Brussels and Amsterdam. Short trips, but they showed me another world, other cultures. I have no drawings from back then. Then I came to the Canary Islands. Each jouney was longer than the last. And then I got to Athens. Lisbon. Paris once more. My first drawing was from Paris. Then Lisbon again, a city close by and sometimes forgotten. Then I passed through Barcelona, Madrid, Granada, Malaga, Barcelona, London with my family, then Florence and Pisa last summer. And always coming back to Las Palmas, Gran Canaria, which is a part of Europe.


I always take a sketchbook with me and spend a while watching people go pass, taking a breath of fresh air, listening to their voices, waiting. Sometimes nervous, sometimes tired, often relaxed, I try to take a napshot of a stolen minute, landscape or moment, and conserve it, like a treasure, in my sketchbook.


Europe is stories, history, people, glances, chance encounters, and culture. And all those differences have something in common, something helps you overcome languages, distances, surpises and flavours, and takes you on a different journey each time your take your sketchbook out of your suitcase, leaf through it to glance oat your drawings and plan your next trip through Europe.


Travel with a notebook, a pen, a pencil. Draw. Take that treasure home. After a few months, years, remember. When I was born, Europe was borders, there were differences, there were languages, there were mainly cities, people and history...


Travel with a sketchbook, a pen and a pencil. Draw. Take that treasure home. Return to it after a few months or years. When I was born Europe mas made up of borders and divided by differences in language, geography, ethnology and history...

Europe in sketches

08.08.1994 - 08.23.2016
Original language : Spanish Consult the Spanish version

My story begins in Paris and continues on to Lisbon, Barcelona, Madrid, Granada, London, Florence, Las Palmas in Gran Canaria ... I could cite more destinations: Athens, Seville, Edinburgh, Amsterdam, Brussels, Rome ... my story is a voyage in sketches.

Travel with a sketchbook, a pen and a pencil. Stop a while. Draw. Take that treasure home. Return to it after a few months or years. And remember. When I was born Europe mas made up of borders and divided by differences in language, geography, ethnology and history.


I was lucky. I've been travlling since I was a teenager. First Rome, Paris, Brussels and Amsterdam. Short trips, but they showed me another world, other cultures. I have no drawings from back then. Then I came to the Canary Islands. Each jouney was longer than the last. And then I got to Athens. Lisbon. Paris once more. My first drawing was from Paris. Then Lisbon again, a city close by and sometimes forgotten. Then I passed through Barcelona, Madrid, Granada, Malaga, Barcelona, London with my family, then Florence and Pisa last summer. And always coming back to Las Palmas, Gran Canaria, which is a part of Europe.


I always take a sketchbook with me and spend a while watching people go pass, taking a breath of fresh air, listening to their voices, waiting. Sometimes nervous, sometimes tired, often relaxed, I try to take a napshot of a stolen minute, landscape or moment, and conserve it, like a treasure, in my sketchbook.


Europe is stories, history, people, glances, chance encounters, and culture. And all those differences have something in common, something helps you overcome languages, distances, surpises and flavours, and takes you on a different journey each time your take your sketchbook out of your suitcase, leaf through it to glance oat your drawings and plan your next trip through Europe.


Travel with a notebook, a pen, a pencil. Draw. Take that treasure home. After a few months, years, remember. When I was born, Europe was borders, there were differences, there were languages, there were mainly cities, people and history...


Travel with a sketchbook, a pen and a pencil. Draw. Take that treasure home. Return to it after a few months or years. When I was born Europe mas made up of borders and divided by differences in language, geography, ethnology and history...

My story begins in Paris and continues on to Lisbon, Barcelona, Madrid, Granada, London, Florence, Las Palmas in Gran Canaria ... I could cite more destinations: Athens, Seville, Edinburgh, Amsterdam, Brussels, Rome ... my story is a voyage in sketches.

Travel with a sketchbook, a pen and a pencil. Stop a while. Draw. Take that treasure home. Return to it after a few months or years. And remember. When I was born Europe mas made up of borders and divided by differences in language, geography, ethnology and history.


I was lucky. I've been travlling since I was a teenager. First Rome, Paris, Brussels and Amsterdam. Short trips, but they showed me another world, other cultures. I have no drawings from back then. Then I came to the Canary Islands. Each jouney was longer than the last. And then I got to Athens. Lisbon. Paris once more. My first drawing was from Paris. Then Lisbon again, a city close by and sometimes forgotten. Then I passed through Barcelona, Madrid, Granada, Malaga, Barcelona, London with my family, then Florence and Pisa last summer. And always coming back to Las Palmas, Gran Canaria, which is a part of Europe.


I always take a sketchbook with me and spend a while watching people go pass, taking a breath of fresh air, listening to their voices, waiting. Sometimes nervous, sometimes tired, often relaxed, I try to take a napshot of a stolen minute, landscape or moment, and conserve it, like a treasure, in my sketchbook.


Europe is stories, history, people, glances, chance encounters, and culture. And all those differences have something in common, something helps you overcome languages, distances, surpises and flavours, and takes you on a different journey each time your take your sketchbook out of your suitcase, leaf through it to glance oat your drawings and plan your next trip through Europe.


Travel with a notebook, a pen, a pencil. Draw. Take that treasure home. After a few months, years, remember. When I was born, Europe was borders, there were differences, there were languages, there were mainly cities, people and history...


Travel with a sketchbook, a pen and a pencil. Draw. Take that treasure home. Return to it after a few months or years. When I was born Europe mas made up of borders and divided by differences in language, geography, ethnology and history...