An artist statement is immaterial. However, the reply is: I’m pissed that I have been quiet for so long. For immigrants, the garden of Eden is not Canada. Canada is an escape up a jungle vine. My mom and dad’s life was just fine speaking Spanish all day, but they wanted a bigger canvas that they could give to us, their kids. Unfortunately, too many administrations of central and south America have made life de-humanizing, chaotic, or life-threatening.

Chaos politics and disaster culture is not helping the water shortage in Chile caused by the worlds thirst for avocados. Water rationing in Chile has been a part of life since the 1950’s. However, the water mismanagement by the Chilean government does not stop avocado exports.

I am a late-in-life artist because of the culmination of my rage, silence, knowledge, growth and surreal dreams to share. This is an artist statement.

I invite viewers to embark and travel through the rabbit hole with me. We’re going to end up somewhere, let’s see what we can see. My hope is that my art serves to spark dialogue and connection, fostering appreciation for water, food, and human rights in this playground garden that surrounds us. However, I am not as political as I am a waking and sleeping dreamer.

As a Latina artist I am divergent and colourful. Latin artists have always re-possesed and exorcised the European art canon. I share art that ripples briefly through the anglo-franco map called Canada, and the lands with so many names of the indigenous countries that surround us.

I draw inspiration from life, pop culture, hallucination, fantasy stories, and dreams. Colours are vital to a sensory experience. Stories are told with each line and the colours inside. My lines are energetic, described as “wonky”, but it’s as a compliment that means: willful, playful. Subjects are lost without colour, but I see colours before I lay them so I move with confidence. Again, artist statement.

I feel that I live 2 separate lives. I dream in Technicolour when I sleep. Then, in the day I am taking steps to live as much as possible. In my dreams feelings have incomprehensible momentum.

Inspiration comes from the enigma of Giorgio de Chirico, the magic of Remedios Varo, a charging sexuality, and the neons of outdoor Canada.

Beauty, weirdness, sex, magic and surrealism are my imaginary friends.

This is the lifetime of friends and family, fresh air, reflection, ecstasy, and universal cycling. But society has jumped off, hit the pavement and made a huge mess, killed pedestrians, and onlookers are gathering.