kizzeno

He was born in Medellín, a city that seeps into your skin—teaching you to move fast, to stay alert, to live with a certain background noise that never quite fades. Its streets taught him to feel the rhythm of chaos as a form of art.

There, he learned that disorder can be beautiful too. That not everything needs structure to speak truth.

As a child, life brought him to Madrid, a sudden but necessary shift. A new setting, another language, a different kind of city.

His art, like his story, doesn't seek order. There are no straight lines, no fixed rules. Kizzeno creates from noise, from excess, from an energy that doesn’t ask for permission. His works are impulsive gestures, stains that speak more than they hide—compositions that seem to shout, yet also conceal something you can only see if you look long enough.

Later on, in London, he found new languages, new references, but also reaffirmed his original drive: to paint from what burns, not from what’s expected.