What songs hum your lost landscapes?

2023

**How do the streets echo the steps of struggle and triumph**
*Acrylic, Oil pastel, Spray paint on Yupo，2023*
*50 x 60 inches*

**Mother of Nothingness**
*Acrylic, Oil pastel, Spray paint on Yupo，2023*
*60 x 70 inches*

**How does women's laughter, borne the fire and the rose, weave through the air of our cities and fields**
*Acrylic, Oil pastel, Spray paint on Yupo，2023*
*60x60 inches*

**Who, too, feels like a footnote in the chronicle of two worlds?**
*Acrylic, Oil pastel, Spray paint on Yupo，2023*
*55x60 inches*

**Between this word and your time**
*Acrylic, Oil pastel, Spray paint on Yupo，2023*
*60x60 inches*

**She grew on the banks of your hair, a flowing river**
*Acrylic, Oil pastel, Spray paint on Yupo，2023*
*45x60 inches*

**Which strand loosens in the weave of your dreams**
*Acrylic, Oil pastel, Spray paint on Yupo，2023*
*15x10 inches*

**Who moves in the penumbra of your fears?**
*Acrylic, Oil pastel, Spray paint on Yupo，2023*
*12x12 inches*

**Where were you conceived moments stitched by time?**
*Acrylic, Oil pastel, Spray paint on Yupo，2023*
*70x60 inches*

**What is the color of the pain etched in the bike gloves?**
*Acrylic, Oil pastel, Spray paint on Yupo，2023*
*12x12 inches*

**Who stires memories and farewells, whispering over bodega coffee?**
*Acrylic, Oil pastel, Spray paint on Yupo，2023*
*12x12 inches*

**unvoiced thought**
*Acrylic, Oil pastel, Spray paint on Yupo*，*2023*
*50x60 inches*

This new series of paintings is a homage to daily rituals and the unseen architects of our quotidian conveniences. The essence of my work is etched in mundane hand movements— the invisibility of female toil. As a body retains the subtleties of experience, transforming them into a living archive, my art also seeks to capture the indelible imprint of memory stretched across the distance of history and collective trauma.

My spatial compositions and the handling of paint aspire to transcendence, to touch the abstract and the sublime. Yet, within the labyrinth of lines and colors are whispers of tension and narrative—quotidian poetry that speaks to the core of human condition. It is a pathway to healing, an acknowledgment that within the humblest acts lies a profound beauty and a potent force for connection and recovery.