I knew that I wanted to be an artist from I have memories.

Obviously, there was people who support my dream and people who believed it was stupid, impossible, unprofitable... all of them, words which our material world try to implant in our mind.

But I guess that something what people are use to call "different" is born inside each artist: Rebellion? Crazines? Too much love? A roller coaster made of opposite emotions? Courage? An increible ability to keep their ideas although their feelings mess around all the time? Or maybe they are just so stubborn?

Anyway, I had (and nowadays I still have) the need of create. I´ve always need to express myself using every kind of art that I found.

So... who I am?

I am an artist.

I am Hiedra.

Welcome to my little world!