Creation of a brand content concept and program for a space in Sephora's flagship El Triangle Barcelona : identification of a brand territory, conceptualization and strategy, branding (naming, visual identity and logo); setting up of a content program for year 1; setting up of a methodology for content creation.

espero les agrade este diseño de personaje que e realizado en photoshop, me gustaria recibir sus críticas, comentarios, consejos y/o sugerencias 

Este proyecto se sale algo de mi estilo, pero es un trabajo que realicé en el Máster de Videojuegos y quedé muy contenta con el resultado.

String Chorale is a classical piace composed by me, played with a string orchestra.

This is a piano piece composed by me. It's suitable for a chase scene and it's the first piece of my concept album.

The end of the Second World War and the apparent peace rediscovered by Humans called into question the possibility of expanding interstellar travels toward Earth. Despite the opposition of the World Government of Kepler452B, four volunteers are sent to planet Earth to verify the course of evolution of the species and to bring new discoveries to the sister planet

How hot is this earth, How crystalline is this sea, How cozy is this people, How good are these oranges! All this is disappearing... How many patients fishermen, How many hardworking farmers, How many skilled masons, How many skilled craftsmen! All this is disappearing... Sicily, Sicily... Piss on the mafia, Piss on the terrorists, Piss on whoever is ruling! Piss on the force control, Piss on the violence, Piss on who is stealing the ground! How many chemtrails in the sky, How many harmful gases! All this is killing you! How many silences and omerta, how much subjection, how much exploitation at work, how many young people without a future! All this is killing you! Sicily, Sicily...

How happy I am, rocking… I smile to all people Ehi you, come with me On this happy swing How much longer Do I have to die With this laughing mask? We’ll do up and down, all day and night I’m fading in the vain hope Ehi you, come with me On this happy swing The clouds Continue to run And I stare this place, tired of swinging Come on, please baby, Stop this torture! Please do it now! give me a hand! It may be late, but it’s not… Stop baby! Stop baby! Sky is gray, earth is dark This swing have to burn now Ehi you, come with me On this happy swing