Say hai to... Sophia Pega

Home is my childhood house in the countryside of the island of Menorca, it has a name and it’s written on the barrier wall that separates the main road from the 1km stone road that leads to the cottage. When I cross it I know I’m home.
The day this house disappears I’ll have an identity problem.

It gives me faith in life, like there is a meaning for it. It's a punch of energy that you have to take before it goes away, because it always comes in waves. Coffee helps. Periods where creativity doesn’t flow really bother me.

My friend’s houses. Nobody talks about them but they are certainly the best places to be <3

I get inspired both by old memories and recent experiences, I like to document them by drawing or painting ensembles of symbols and objects that represent those moments.
I use photography to source that inspiration, taking pictures of everything that surrounds me in a very quotidian mood.
I try to stay down to earth but I easily float up, so I end up mixing daily objects with dreamy elements and the final picture tends to feel oneiric.

I waste time staring at the wall or at the ceiling or at the street thinking in an endless loop about whatever is in my mind while listening to electronic music. Most of the time I’m just imagining utopian futures, like how would it be to live by myself faraway in the woods, disconnected, just painting and taking care of the fire and the garden, but also having friends over from time to time, we would make huge parties. I’m not realistic at all, I hate & love it.