Uchrony

My dog used to bark all night long at the moon. I never knew why, but it made me feel safe. The night my dog died, the moon was alone with its reflection. Since then, every night, I cannot help but look at the moon and see how lonely she is without him. An imagery language was born in 'perro y luna' ('dog and moon') on paper which evolved into larger and more colorful paintings: moons, suns, reflections, gardens, dogs, and the summer when it all happened.

This experience recalls an alternative time, the 'what if' of life. It's a treasure trove of the subconscious, filled with color and ideas. From oil-paint engravings on paper, stains emerge, and colors come together to form a finite, striking, and vibrant palette. I long to lose myself in dreams and sunsets, and in circles, many circles.