I started my artistic career at the age of two, already composing with care and expression. Today I work with twisting reality in hand balancing, as a contortionist and dancer. My style remains the same as when I was two, the contrast between childish naivety and grotesque absurdity.

People often describe me as a cartoon, although, I myself, feel more like a Jumping Jack. I’m possibly the most pale Spaniard, and the least cold resistant Swede you will ever meet. I own an extraordinary collection of tiny objects, I’m the unofficial standing champion in toe wrestling, my special attack is the ice cold fist foot, and the rest of my body is drastically over flexible. Welcome to the illusions of my imagination, where the normal and the disfigured are equals and where the ordinary does not exist.