Many journeys throughout my life have formed my convictions and principles.
From the day when at the age of 11 my parents placed me on a plane from Cuba to the United States, not knowing if I would ever see them again; to raising my daughters as a young, single mother while undergoing financial hardships; enduring the aches of rejection; and some years ago, when I became the caregiver for my parents at the end of their lives.
This painful but special period with my folks also made me aware that I felt on purpose and complete when present and caring for my loved ones. As a matter of fact, all of these life events, and many others, assured me that it is all about family for me.
I always knew the meaning of kinship, yet an especially significant force was born of these experiences,
a calling…my lifework.
I live and breathe family; and nurturing those I love makes me the happiest.
That is my mission, plain and simple –
my folk, my clan.
I bring to light these principles through my work, as it illustrates the importance of home, shelter and lineage.
Every summer we are visited by a Mama Robin who dutifully creates a little home for her chicks inside my flower basket. Watching this process unfold has captivated me for years as I have observed the careful construction of these hideaways; the newborns; the feedings; and the fledging.
As a witness to this process of nature…my love of family and tradition merged with the miracle of birth, heritage and tribe… and all things ‘Nests’ birthed in my heart, at my studio and on canvas.