Oil and acrylic on raw canvas
Framed
50×54”
Esperanza is the name of my aunt, the only living daughter of my Mexican grandparents who had eight children.
This painting represents the last vestige of hope in a landscape mired in destruction. There is a drowning, underwater feeling that emerged as I was working. And yet the persistent rising up of forms—plants, bubbles, stars.
All that has fallen makes the ground fertile for what’s to come.
Oil and acrylic on raw canvas
Framed
50×54”
Esperanza is the name of my aunt, the only living daughter of my Mexican grandparents who had eight children.
This painting represents the last vestige of hope in a landscape mired in destruction. There is a drowning, underwater feeling that emerged as I was working. And yet the persistent rising up of forms—plants, bubbles, stars.
All that has fallen makes the ground fertile for what’s to come.
