If somebody asks me where did I get my artistic side from, I would say it's from her, my mother.
Since I can barely remember, I used to sit at my mom's studio, while she was listening to Ricardo Arjona or Rocio Durcal...or maybe it was Alejandro Sanz or Franco De Vita. Anyway, it was always a romatic ballad. Good songs, don't get me wrong.
Her clothes had the evidence of long hours of hard work, her hands were covered in what looked like dried acrylic paint, not very presentable if you ask me. But when you see what she comes up with, everytime, it is so inspiring. I have been the witness of her development of a masterpiece, over and over again. I am lucky, yes. I know.