My Father Was A Printer

Yesterday, in some countries of the world, Father’s Day was celebrated, Spain included. Since my childhood, what I most remember of my father is his job as a printer, he spent so many years working around paper, inks and huge machines, doing his best to produce the greatest print results every day. I like to think that my interest for graphic design and for illustration some years later, it comes from those days, when sometimes I visited him at work to say hi and snooping around, smelling the inks and feeling the textures of the papers.