学习经历：

在墨西哥伊比利亞美洲大學学习平面设计；

瑞士巴塞尔设计学院学习纺织设计；

1983年开始作为独立设计师进行创作。

教学经历： 

1983-1986，墨西哥伊比利亞美洲大學教授纺织品印花工艺及设计；

2008-2010，墨西哥阿納瓦克北墨西哥大學，教授服装设计；

2008-2010，墨西哥迪塞诺中心，教授服装设计；

2014-2015，英国时装与纺织博物馆，开设无裁剪设计工作坊；

从2003开始，与恰帕斯州本地社团开设工作坊；

获奖经历：

2014年获国际时装集团最佳墨西哥设计师；

2014年获最具价值墨西哥手工艺及当代设计奖；

2015年获第5届西班牙马德里IE高级和奢侈品行业可持续发展荣誉奖；

2016年获国际绞缬染织研讨会青年设计师“卡门·瑞恩”奖。

Studies

Graphic Designer, Universidad Iberoamericana México

Master Textile design, Allgemeine

Kunsgewerbeschulle, Basel, Switzerland

Independent designer since 1983

Teaching

Design process for printing textiles

Universidad Iberoamericana CDMX,

México 1983-1986

Fashion design process, Universidad Anahuac, 2008-2010

Fashion design process, CENTRO de Diseño, Cine y Televsión,

2008-2010

Design Without cutt ing w orkshop FTM London, 2014 and West

Dean UK, 2015

Workshops with Indigenious groups in Chiapas,

since 2003

Prices

Fashion group International, “Best mexican designer 2014”

Great Values “Mexican craft and

contemporary design 2014”

IE Award in Sustaintability in the

Premium and luxury

sectors, 5th edition 2015 Madrid Spain

“Carmen Rion Awards”

for young designers, during

Shibori Symposium, Oaxaca, 2016

Work Theme:  RECICLING SHADOWS《依附于影子》

Work Materials:  LINEN, SILK ,COTTON 亚麻、丝绸、棉

一些来自古老的传统织锦的观感

 清晨和夜晚，光在我的房间里作画。来往车辆的灯光透过窗帘折射进房间，反射在天花板上，又消失了。有时我的身影或我养的猫的影子也会变得巨大，覆盖住整面墙壁甚至天花板，，我们仿佛变成了扁平的怪物。影子会随时出现，也会突然消失，这取决于光在哪。看着白色的床单，让我想起了山上的冰景，我想知道它们里面是否有更多的影子被另一条毯子和被子覆盖着。它的皱纹是沉睡的沙漠，就好像一到晚上我们就进入了地狱……（和美洲虎一起？）正如卡尔德隆·德拉巴萨所说的那样，“沉睡，过另一种生活‘生活是一场梦，梦就是梦’。

   我的床过去是我母亲的，这是我唯一想要从她哪里继承的东西。当然我也曾在床的抽屉上画上香草和白色陶瓷玫瑰，这让它不再是从前的装饰风格。有时候，我童年的记忆会被这张床和它已不再相同的白床单唤起，虽然母亲再也不会像以前那样，在夜里来到我身边，帮我驱赶对黑暗的恐惧……但香气是真切的，记忆被重新创造，如置身巢穴中，将自己包裹，那些被包覆的感觉又回来了。穿衣打扮也是如此，以不拘一格的方式去穿着，用织物包裹身体。当我在写作的时候，影子伴随着我，不仅投射在纸上，也映在手中。这时候其他人也出现在我的脑海中，伴随着我，又或者在我打字的时候在敲打着我。所以走路的时候，我有另一个人陪着，它走在地板上，忽大忽小；也长在墙壁上，穿过包罗万象的街道，汽车穿过也伤害不了它。影子是沉默的，但它与我们共行！这是另一种平行而往的生活，是另一种谎言。白昼来临，透过窗户看去，只有在阳光照射进来时，影子才会出现。它们是相互依存的，影子依赖于光的变换。太阳和月亮，没有月亮的夜晚是黑暗的，所有的影子都会小憩。那新月会持续多久呢？查维拉·巴尔加斯说：“你好，露兹·德鲁娜……我想要月光。”

   我记得最后一次与他一起画画，是在2011年的2月，吉列尔莫去世前不久。我把这些画撕下来，将它们装框。我记得这一切，就仿佛他的影子还静静的陪在我旁边。“影子就在你和我的生活之间”，在你的爱和我的爱之间没有任何阴影——来自哈维尔·索利斯，牧场主的国王。

ABSTRACTION FROM OLD FABRIC TRADITIONAL BROCADES AND TRANSPARENT VIEWS AND FEELINGS

Early in the morning and at night, the light make drawings in my room. Sometimes just lines from the cars that pass by and slip through the curtains, walk across the ceiling and disappear.Sometimes my shadow or my cat´s becomes huge, covering the entire wall and even the ceiling, as we grow, we become flat monsters. Shadows come whenever they want, and suddenly disapear too, always depending on the presence of light.Watching the white fabric sheets, remind me to the ice landscape of the mountains and I wonder if inside them there are more shadows covered by another blanket and a quilt. It´s wrinkles are the desert to sleep in, as if at night we entered the underworld ... (with the jaguar?) To deep sleeping and to live another “life is a dream and dreams,dreams are”, as Calderón de la Barca said.

 My bed use to be my mother’s and is the only thing I asked for in inheritance, of course I had the audacity to paint it vanilla and white ceramic roses on the drawers. Is not a Artdeco style any more. Some times my memory as a child feels welcomed by this bed and its white sheets that are no longer the same, nor is the mother receiving on those nights of dark shadows to silence my fears ... but the aroma, yes, the memory is recreated and the sensation of the nest, of wrapping myself , feeling contained returns. That is dressing too, dressing in any way, all wraped around with fabrics. There is another life not only in the sheets but in my own hands as I write, others come out that are reflected and accompany me or lash out at me on this keyboard, and that shadow keeps me company while I write. So walking I am accompanied by the other one who walks on the floor and becomes big and small, grows by the walls too and crosses streets encompassing everything and cars do not hurt her, what does the shadow speak of that is mute and only goes with us! on all sides. It’s another simultaneous life, another rumor. The day comes and looks trough the window ... Shadows rise only when the light shines through. The shadows are co-dependent, they depend on the whims of light, the sun and the moon, moonless nights are dark, all shadows rest, for a moment (¿), how long does the new moon last? Chavela Vargas: Yo quiero Luz deluna... I want Moonlight.

The last time I remember drawing with him, like the sketch I sent for the exhibition was in February 2011, a little before Guillermo died, I ripped the drawings from my hands and took them to be framed,. I remembered this, as if his shadow was still here , as it peeked silently between my sheets. “Sombras nada mas entre tu vida y mi vida ” Shadows nothing more between your love and my love. From Javier solis, the king of the ranchero bolero.