The truth is, if there is one thing I can assure in my career, it is that I was born in 1977 in Madrid. If you ask me when I started painting, I don't know, much less why. I can tell how and where, using pencils and crayons there on all the walls that surrounded me, whether they were those of my house in Majadahonda, those of the nursery or the floors of the street. The when I don't know because in my house, in my family, the creative world has always been respected and lived with. As a child, I have engraved in my memory the hammering of the keys of my father's typewriter (Juan José Plans, 1943-2014). In his study he had a low table with seats four, and around it, while he wrote I remember drawing with my brothers.
In my family I have never been prevented from drawing and painting. Much less if I wanted to train. When I arrived with my family to live in Gijón in 1985, they signed me up for drawing and painting classes, not because I wanted to, but because my sister wanted and I had to go with her to have us together. And since I was little I never liked being told what to paint. I really liked painting comics, little comics and not still lifes or charcoal plaster figures. I was little there.
