As I glide my brush against the tattered pieces of past events, I contemplate what the future of this piece may be. 

Its colors intensely vivid, it’s seduction like the presences of a lover, I know this piece will be unlike any other.

Born in the city of Madrid, I was raised by my mother a Spanish Math teacher and my father a French watch 

maker both in which had a deep compassion for the arts. Undoubtedly I developed the same love affair, spending 

my life in constant search for new inspiration I thirsted for something different something I had yet to see.

At the age of sixteen I had fallen in love with a girl by the name of Gabriella. I had found the inspiration 

that I had been longing for; I had found the heart to my artwork. A beautiful flamenco dancer, 

she moved across the floor as though she was walking on clouds, she spun with such elegance

 my eyes reassured me I had never seen anything of such beauty. I watched her intently hoping to 

strike her attention but with no such luck I decided I would give her the only gift I had. I painted a portrait 

of the first night I had seen Gabriella, with her back turned to me I had been mesmerized by her exotic dance.