I was born in the 80s and fitting in was never easy for me. My mom is Dutch and my dad is Spanish. No matter where I went I always felt like an outsider. In Spain people would call me "the Dutch girl" and in The Netherlands I was the "the Spanish chick". From a very young age I knew I was different from the rest but I didn't mind. It taught me to look within and find things that brought me joy. I had huge passion for painting and being outdoors. I embraced my special skills has a painter and thrived in all my art classes. Soon I found myself among the best painters in my town and spent every free second I had oil painting and letting my hands express my feelings and emotions. I thought my life was perfect, I thought my life had been planned for. Little did I know that my adventure hadn't even began yet. That day came when I was 12 years old and my father told me we were moving to the USA...
