“Los zapatitos me aprietan…”
24x36 inches, gouache on rice paper
On July 31st, 2009, we buried Mama, my paternal grandmother. I remember the flamboyanes, and the breeze, and the silence in the middle of that bustling city. I remember thinking the family had lost its anchor, because Christmas was officially held wherever she happened to be. Tia Milagros told us not to put shoes on her or her eldest children would die within a few years. Now I can paint about it, having survived another big loss, and on the eve of a joyous arrival.