Mornings In September

I love the act and feeling of discovery, diving deep into forgotten space, as immense as a warehouse and as small as rusty old tea tin. Using predominantly enamel on found objects and ink on found paper, my intent is to leave a unique imprint on these long- since-forgotten objects. As someone who has lost all of their belongings in this life, I find deep satisfaction in creating a nest for all my treasures. I am constantly stopping to pick up items along the way, something to honor and serve as a memory of this time spent together.

Without the use of modern tools, I invent intricate pattern work, reflective of my mother’s Mexican heritage. I love noticing human error in all art forms… you know there is a real person behind it, pieces of their narrative are revealed simply by the effort of their hands.