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Monday, 1 December 2025

My time as Fashion designer ( (80´s and 90´s )

 There was a time, a very creative time in my life, around the  ending of the eighties and along the nineties , when I was fully immersed in Fashion Design.

 

Collection of my time as student

First as student at the first private university of Fashion Design that opened in Argentina, Centro Argentino de Estudios de la Moda, long time before Buenos Aires university started the same career.  
Then , after graduation , as a teacher in the same institution, and in an other institutions, and managing my own brand.

Collection of my time as student (earlier years)

Along those years,  I was learning in parallel Make up/ Hair style for Scene at Teatro Colon, a main cultural institution in Buenos Aires,  Art History at National Museum of Fine Arts and at Recoleta Cultural Center.

I  combined all those sources of inspiration,   experimenting with textures, with shapes, with colors, with volume, sometimes breaking all the rules.

Collection of my time as student, butterflies inspired



Collection of my time as student, war inspired

Buenos Aires was experiencing  an unstoppable wave of creativity, and we young artists surfed that wave exchanging disciplines. Music, Dance, Performing Arts, Poetry, Fashion, Painting and Sculpture, were fully blending all together in performances as Buenos Aires never experienced before or after. 


One of my collections, that became one of the 10  submissions selected from  thousands from all over Argentina at  Alpargatas, Tela y Talento competition, one of the most prestigeous at that time. 

My passion for painting found  voice in the Fashion Design at that time. 


" Steel butterflies" , my Graduation collection at Centro Argentino de Estudios de la Moda presented at a Fashion show.


I share here some of my designs of that time, most of them with almost no connection with the commercial market, but without any doubts full of creativity.

wood, chains, bambu and denim

denim and wool

recycled cotton fibers, and orange peel

satin and plastic flowers, wedding dress


cotton and snail shells

cotton and wire

bicycle inspired

cotton and synthetic hair, old trees inspiration

After those years, my creativity brought me to other paths, but that is another story. 


Saturday, 19 April 2025

Happy Easter... Felices Pascuas .... Glad Påsk 2025


 Roses. Japanese Sumi e inspiration.  Watercolor 21 x 29,7 cm. on Arches paper 300 gr, fin grain cold pressed, watercolors Daniel Smith.

Wednesday, 16 April 2025

Searching for meanings


How to find meaning in everyday´s life? 
Why an old dusty book might become a meaningful piece in the puzzle of our journey? Or any other object, scene or person. 
What makes something, some place or someone, different, unique, unforgetable, irreplaceable?

With this painting I started developing that idea last year, and now coming back for more exploration. 
Keeping the essentials, tonal values, light and shadows, reducing color, fading background to its minimum expression. 
Finding the soul.





Book in the window. Serie: Meaningful.
Watercolor, 21×29,7 cm. Arches paper 300 gr cold pressed, Daniel Smith watercolors

Sunday, 29 December 2024

Sunday, 22 December 2024

Merry Christmas! ... God Jul! ... Feliz Navidad 2024!

 CHRISTMAS ... A TIME FOR HOPE!

LOVE... LIGHT... PEACE... HEALTH... HAPPINESS... INSPIRATION... FORTITUDE... GRATITUDE... HARMONY... EMPATHY... CONSCIOUSNESS... EVOLUTION...




Thursday, 5 December 2024

A new artistic journey: Watercolor!

 On 4th July this year I started a new art journey... I decided to start exploring a new technique; Watercolor.

Water is unpredictable,  capricious. 

It creates spontaneous forms, fleeting movements... 

The dance of water that when it dries reveals much of our unconscious... and much of the intimate pulse of life.

Five months have passed since the day of my first watercolor.  Now my vision has changed for ever. I see through the shapes and volumes from a new perspective. I see light and colors, and that transparent dance, a real miracle in each stroke. 

And I see watercolors all around me, not places, not objects, not daily life scenes or faces, but water giving birth. I see watercolors in the movement, in the sound and the silence, in the smelling and the taste.  

 I feel deliciously lost, and at the same time I feel that I have never been so much in contact with my true essence.

Let´s see what the water brings, I'm just planning to flow along the way.