Life Lines no. 14
🖤 My permanent exhibition becomes a reality!
Just a few days ago, the inauguration of my permanent exhibition in Monterrey, Mexico took place. It is located in my hometown, my starting point, the place where so many of my first dreams began. It was a true gift to experience this moment in life. I will be forever grateful to everyone who has been part of this journey, everyone who was there for the opening, and also to everyone who has supported me from the very beginning. Without you, I would not be here. 👹🙏
The First Day
On the first day of the installation, my parents drove me to the station. We parked a few stops away since it’s always so busy around there, and took the subway together. I couldn’t wait to start painting!
I’ll always remember stepping off the train and seeing the huge black wall behind the tracks — the one that would soon hold my mural. My heart wanted to leave my chest. The energy, the fear, the excitement, all at once. I looked around and saw people moving fast, on their way to work, to school, to life. The same way I once did when I lived here.
That moment will stay with me forever. 🖤
About Dream Structures
For this installation, my idea was to transform Monterrey’s Cuauhtémoc station into a space for pause and imagination. This exhibition is rooted in a simple yet powerful idea: the everyday activities we repeat, almost without realizing it, shape the subtle but essential structure of our dreams. Just as metro lines connect the city, our daily routines guide us toward what we long for. In the most ordinary actions, waiting on the platform, rushing to work, heading back home, lie the foundations of our dreams.
This installation was conceived as a journey into the imagination, where each piece functions as a dreamlike map revealing the quiet power of creativity and how imagination helps us build the life we dream of. I hid words like joy, norte fuerte, dream more, Monterrey, and many more, embedded in lines and curves that turn the invisible and the everyday into something possible and inspiring. To me, these works remind us that to imagine is a deeply powerful act that can happen anywhere and deserves to be present at all times.
The installation includes a 180ish-foot mural in the train tracks area and ten large-scale artworks installed on two mural-covered walls in the mezzanine of the station. I’ve been calling this new series The Stations — dreamlike structures that can be unlocked with the key of our imagination.
The Making Of
For this installation, I worked day and night — literally.
Because of the metro schedule, painting times were limited.
For the mezzanine walls: between 1 p.m. and 4 p.m. (the quietest hours).
For the mural by the tracks: between 1 a.m. and 4 a.m. (when the trains stopped running).
It was the most challenging project I’ve ever worked on. I began full of energy, but by the third day, doubt crept in. I think of doubt as one of the most normal parts of painting a mural. I like it. At some point during the process, the wall tries to convince you that you will fail, that there’s no way you can finish it. This time, that doubt hit harder than usual. It felt deeper, heavier. The exhaustion didn’t help.
The mural came to represent more than I can ever describe. It became a mirror of the process, the imperfections, the marks on the skin, carrying the ladder up and down the platform, the smell of paint mixed with dust, the photographers, the air conditioning that only came on at 3 a.m., the endless amount of cockroaches. 🪳🥹
It was beautiful. And painful. And unforgettable.
During the day, when the station was open and full of movement, I got to experience the energy of hundreds of people passing by me as I painted. It is the most public work I’ve ever done. Some people didn’t notice, others stopped and looked. Some said hi, others asked questions, and a few even gave me words to include on the mural. It was alive, a mural being born right there in the middle of the city’s rhythm.
One Big (fucking awesome) Circle.
Hour by hour, five days went by.
Then suddenly, I was done.
Three new murals and ten new works installed on two large walls.
A 180-foot mural alive behind the train tracks.
Words hidden in Spanish, symbols and eyes, little monsters saying hi.
Being there, in this place from my past, creating something for the future, felt like arriving at the end of one big circle.
Or maybe, like standing at the beginning of another.
It felt strange, and maybe even a little sad.
It felt like an ending, but not really.
The end of a circle, the beginning of another.
It is done now. I’m proud not just to have finished it, but to have remembered during the roughest moments that those moments would also pass and that what matters most, is the gratitude and the joy of being there in the first place. ❤️
What will the next circle be?
Where will it start?
How big will it grow?
Honestly, who cares. I don’t really want to know. This moment is enough.
This moment is beautiful (and maybe a little uncomfortable) just as is.
I’ll keep moving and creating, because how lucky I am to go through life drawing circles. 😀
Thank you for being here. ❤️
Thanks for doing what you do. Make my day brighter!
Just simply...AWESOME