Hola, hola, my dear fellow earthling!

I’m Lu

An insatiably curious emotional organism made in la tierrita colombiana ❤.

‷ Painter.

● Ceramist.

‶ Writer.

☺ Teacher.

A painting of a cityscape viewed through a window with two white curtains tied back, two flower pots with red and white flowers on the windowsill, and cloudy skies over buildings in the background.

I was born in the middle of the Andes—a majestic mountain range that runs along South America—, down there in my colorful Colombia, in the city of eternal spring : Medellín.

It was in the vibrant capital of Bogotá that the visual language and the written word became my obsession.

Since then I’ve moved like a nomad through Planet Earth: exploring, learning
and creating. ■

A painted portrait of a woman with medium-length brown hair lying on the ground with her head resting on a light-colored surface.

Today, I devote the hours to my inescapable love for the everyday wonders,


for art and nature,
for words, color and clay,

and ultimately,

for all

of us❤

Since this is an artist's bio,

and one could say it could be somehow artistic,

I wrote a dot list in case you are still here

and wish to know me better:

Black and white photo of a young woman with long dark hair sitting on a chair with one leg crossed and resting on her knee, in an art studio surrounded by painting supplies and brushes.

  • Music was my first creative passion and is now my secret lover.

  • Tea and coffee,
    both because why choose?

  • Loyal observer of the minuscule,
    and beloved admirer of the macrocosm.

  • Five-foot-one of obsessiveness and eyelashes.

  • Leave this Latina in a mountain or down the sea; between plants, water, and birds.

  • Probably a harmless fire-loving pyromaniac.

A woman smiling and waving while standing inside a brick oven or tunnel under construction, with brick walls on either side.
A young woman squatting in front of a small altar or shrine with pottery and cups, inside a brick-walled room, looking at the camera.

To the creative digestion of the infinite fragments of life ■
that endlessly change and flow,
shaping our universe and opening our hearts ❤

A woman with long dark hair, wearing a pink sleeveless top, leans on a wooden table next to a large unfinished clay urn in a pottery studio. The studio has shelves with pottery supplies and large windows in the background.