I've always loved drawing. As a kid I'd pick a set of coloured pencils over any other toy. Then I studied architecture because it sounded more serious than art, and kept painting watercolours after work anyway.
Two babies and a lot of sleepless nights later, I'd stopped feeling like myself. Drawing is how I found my way back, so I decided to give illustration everything I've got. Now I illustrate picture books from Madrid, with gouache, neocolor and coloured pencils. Some days it works. Some days it's a mess.
Pipo Post is where I share all of it, once a month, on paper: what I'm making, what's working, what isn't. A print to keep, a sticker, and a letter from the middle of starting over.
A real letter from my desk in Madrid. The little wins, the messy bits, and the things I'd only tell a friend over coffee.

