Manuela's Diary

The mind is a mischievous strategist that hides surprises in the most unexpected places, how else could I imagine that behind the soft creak of the door of Can Cebriá the inspiration for my next collection would be waiting for me? This journey begins at the top of a hill in L'Empordà, or...

THE WINTER OF CANVASES There is a palace in a small village in the Empordá that serves as a canvas for canvases. It is a space of white walls and stone structure, vaulted ceilings and terracotta floors, which dresses and undresses of art according to the season, and that has seen so much history pass by...

I woke up in the forest, I did not know how or why I had arrived there, data that confirms that it was a dream, or a slight delirium, since last week I had a fever, like everyone else. The fact is that I was in the forest and without any conscience that it was just part of a dream.

We are castles, bodies that have lived many lives and revolutions, buildings full of secret corridors that hide memories and mysteries. We are walls full of memory, silent paintings that observe and tell to those who want to hear them, stories of intense lives. We are a strategic place in...

It can happen that when the doors are already open and there is no prohibition or lock before the immensity of the offer, so vast and suggestive waiting to be lived, that one does not feel like making use and enjoyment, because it is enough for him to know he is free to do it when he pleases. Today, suddenly, seeing me...