I was born in Barcelona on September 20th, 1958 straight into the middle of a large family with an eye against the facist government and the other slowly waking up, frightful, through lights and shadows.

I remember my childhood surrounded by sisters and brothers and a crowd of cousins, with whom we shared the long walks from school and the three summer months, with plenty of games to play, scratches, plasters, teas, bicycles and the unpleasent school homework, the missing discordant touch.

In my childhod I spent many long times drawing. There were many books at home and we were subscribed to some magazines - yet when these arrived we had to queue to read them!-.
What I mostly loved was to look at the drawings, the comic strips and the illustrations. I would always do a first reading through the image; then I would read the text to find where the illustartor had got the idea from. Gradually I came to decide I also wanted to interpret and explain ideas through drawings.

White pages in note books were a provocation: not to be filled with sums, substractions, multiplications or essays. A white sheet was a pleasure. I felt the urge to explain little things through my little pupets.

Years followed full of things, as it happens with everyone else, good and bad things, some beautiful, others sad, beginnings, projects. Illusions; that is, all those things that acompany us through life.

I learned the trade not without jerking, eager to reach a supposedly attainable point, until I was able to look backwards and look through the beaten paths.

And now I have spent quite a few years drawing illustrations for magazines, games and children's books.
One of the things I mostly cherish in my profession is the surprise I get when an idea that's been wandering in my head materialises on paper. When it is a nice surprise I keep it; when it is a displeasing one I just throw it into the dustbin. Without this degree of excitement my profession would be very boring.

I always work at my table with a large stack of suggestive white sheets, chinese ink, a large collection of pen nibs, water colours, sweets, the radio and the wish to have plenty of room for the little things, my family, the friends, good meals, long walks, laughter and a bit of bad temper.