I was left without a job and found a destiny: painting.
Impossible projects, made possible.
I'm from Barcelona, born in 1977. I've been known as Mapa since 2020, and my obsession is clear: making projects possible that others see as impossible. I don't wait for commissions. I create them. Day after day. From scratch.
With Copyright77, my art studio in Barcelona, I became my own client. I don't paint to please. I paint because I need to. That's how I started: creating without expecting anything in return. Now, I hope to sell you my art.
Do you know who Isra Bravo is? As he says, changing the world sounds good in a cheap speech. Not me. I paint. What I'm trying to do is simpler: leave a mark on whoever comes across my art. But not just in my home.
Why do I tell you this? Because like Isra Bravo, I'm a father, and I have a son who still has his baby teeth... and every night I also put him to sleep with stories I make up just for him. And he already tells me: "Dad, I like your paintings."
Copyright77: my studio, your walls… if you dare.
Beautiful is easy. I make it unforgettable.
Defining what I do isn’t easy. And that’s better. Because easy is boring. My art doesn’t match your sofa. It matches your mind. I paint to leave scars in memory, not to decorate walls.
What I do is a wild cocktail: a bit of the abstract, a nod to Pollock’s most unrestrained dripping, and the boldness of mixing styles like someone breaking rules with a smile. In every piece I break patterns—or it wouldn’t be art.
I don’t come from academies or diplomas hanging on the wall. I come from something rawer, more powerful: self-motivation. That engine that never shuts off. That engine I call creativity.
I don’t create futures. I create new realities. Pretty is forgettable. The uncomfortable, the powerful, the strange… that stays. That’s my thing. If you want a piece that isn’t “pretty” but unforgettable, it’s yours… if you dare to buy it
After years of searching, I now dedicate myself to the essentials.
DON'T follow me.
After a long journey, today I know exactly what I want to dedicate every minute to. You won't find me on Instagram uploading stories or on TikTok dancing for likes. I don't like social media... nor do I have time for it. Every minute is dedicated to what really matters: creating unique works for those who have already decided to take art home. And I want it to stay that way.
I'm tired of the digital circus. Of wasting time, of begging for attention, and of feeding algorithms that don't understand art. If there's still any of my social media out there, DON'T follow me. You won't find posturing, advice, or my life in stories. Now, if you really want to support my work, know when a new work is released, or have early access to limited collections, there's only one thing that's worth it:
Subscribe to my newsletter.
That's where I share what's important. Without the noise. Without algorithms. Just art and truth straight to your inbox. Because signing up for my newsletter isn't "just another subscription." It's entering a place very few have access to. If you want to understand my art beyond the canvas or the solid wood figure, if you want to know what's not visible to the naked eye... What you're going to receive is content I don't share anywhere else.
With each piece I give you a written and signed document.
The story no one else will ever know, except you.
The art you buy… tells you a secret.
Let me tell you something few people know: every time I finish a piece, I leave a part of myself in it. It’s not just paint, or shapes, or colors. It’s a story that needed to be told.
Every artwork has a name. And that name isn’t random. It’s a clue to the story behind it. That’s why, with every piece you buy on copyright77.com, you receive a unique document: the complete story of the artwork, told by me.
That’s where the magic happens: when you make it yours, something changes. What was born from me begins to speak to you. And without even realizing it, a new story begins to be written. Yours.
Don’t look for “a pretty painting.” Look for the one that moves you inside. The one that, when you see it, whispers softly: “I’m for you.”