Without a doubt, artistic expression and its practice help to heal. Such has been my case. The year 2025 has been, for me and for my family, one of the hardest we have ever lived through. And in the midst of it, I understood something very simple: how fragile and imperfect we are.

We all carry things. We all bear different kinds of weight. Some more, some less—but that is life. So I began to think of us as vases… but I chose to call them Containers, because we carry life upon us all the time. Sometimes we are full, blooming, filled with color. Other times, broken, empty, or dry.

From this reflection, which stayed with me for months, this series is born: Emotional Containers. In each work, the container represents that human part that tries to hold: the body, the structure, what keeps us standing. What appears above—the forms, the gestures, the organic—is everything lived: what we carry, what passes through us, what grows or withers over time. In some works, what is held seems to overflow positively; in others, it barely holds, everything feels difficult. But there is always a relationship between both parts: what we are and what we carry.

I do not seek for this analogy to be read literally. I am interested in it being felt. And above all, in it being understood that, in the end, we are all that: a person moving through life, holding whatever comes, and continuing forward.