For witnessing the birth of one of the greatest artists in history.

Inspiration and emotion at the hands of a genius

If guilt is an art in itself, I also feel guilty of that. Of having witnessed the birth of one of the most influential and recognised artists in history. Of planning a life alongside him and showing it to you. Of inspiring a Pablo until he became Picasso, to inspire you while I tell you his story. Of making you think that behind every corner, he is hiding a colour. Can I help you discover them? I am guilty of making you feel the same light that saw him grow. That’s me. The one that takes the blame for you immersing yourself in streets stained with the art of Don Pablo.

Confessions of a city

I am Malaga and I feel guilty. I confess.
It is me, the one who called you without calling you.
The one who tempted you without tempting you. The one who, without you realising it, trapped you between its landscapes, among its people, within its way of life.
I feel guilty for…