Earlier Works

Title The Creation of the First Mestizos

Oil on oiled toweling; 24''x 36''. History usually sets forth the idea or concept that it was only the Spanish male conquistador who when he came ravaged and raped the indigenous women of the Americas creating the Mestizo race. However, I feel that it was also very possible to be the other way around. The Spanish ladies 'of title' also came to Mexico and could have quiet easily seduced the virile young men of Meso America, a seduction by choice or by demand.

Earlier works

Title: She Who Sleeps in the Fields

Oil on stretched canvas; 24''x 28''

The Three Parts of Me / Las Tres Partes de Mi; 24'' x 30'', oil on canvas

Quien soy? Soy una Mestiza. Mexicana, Puertoriquena, Hawaiiana. Sangres de tierras calientes. Sangres con enegias y pasiones. En mis venas corren siglos de la mujer salvaje, libre en espiritu pero en control de su destino. Soy tres mujeres en una, miles de mujeres en una. De donde vine? A donde voy? Solo Dios sabe.

Who am I? I am a Mestiza. Mexican, Puertorican, Hawaiian. Bloods from hot climates. Bloods with energies and passions. In me flow centuries of the wild woman, free in spirit yet in control of her destiny. I am three women in one, thousands of women in one. Where did I come from? Where am I going? Only God knows.

Mexican Heart Dance; 19''x 26'' oil on canvas

Puppets, we are all puppets for one reason or another, for a certain time or a lifetime.

In the background on the stage are 5 skeletal puppets. Doing the dance of life needed to exist but always under the control of the puppet master.

The curtains are red, dark, and garish because their lives are full of secrets abuses and much pain. The colour red has nothing to do with power/autonomy for them it is the colour which signifies ‘stop’ as their own lives are at a stand still.

In the foreground is a large skeletal figure no more a puppet. The only evidence of her past is the yellow cord hanging from her wrist. She is fleshing out, healing, at last gaining control of her own life .

Under her left foot is her heart, taking the place of the hat in that folkloric dance. It has been torn from her many years and many tears ago and even she has abused it by neglecting and denying its rightful place and its importance. It is now finding its way back to where it belongs.

She stands tall, proud. Once more wearing flowers in her hair, however, she wears an unsure, nervous smile. The red lipstick she wears is a sign of her newly found power, her independence.

Crusandao / Crossing; 21'' x 28'' oil on canvas

We all endeavor on many crossing throughout our lives. Points of transition, rites of passage. Moving from one place to another, then back. It is part of our nature, our natural, prehistory nomadic linage. Our feet, spirit are at times in two places at once or on a journey returning to raices, our roots. Crusando is such a painting. A woman from one place, returning to her natural birthplace. Yet, she keeps one foot lightly placed upon soils she has learned to love. She may be in a point of indecision but her inner eyes, her instinctual self say, 'go forward'.

Mujer Con Chile Verde /Woman with Green Chile; 28'' x 36'' oil on canvas

There they lay, attracted to each other, feeling their kindred spirits, wanting and needing. Yet there is a distance between them, past hurts, age and life. Is the magnetism greater, stronger, will it unite the divide? She is more willing to take that chance, to feel the fire, his fire, their fire. Her back is to the world not caring of the social reproaches. She faces him and is already giving of herself, wanting his youthful energies. Will he give? Can he give? Has he learned to move on and be able to embrace her warmth?

Mis Tres Serpientes / My Three Snakes; 22''x22'',oil on canvas

Three serpents, each one infamous in its' own unique way yet all united in their ability to hurt, control, abuse. Their capacity to love was non existent. For them it was the non empathetic want and desire to feed themselves, as vampires sucking the very life and energies of their victims. And like Eve's serpent, enticing with promises of care, and a better lifestyle', love even worldly wisdom, they came, they saw, they conquered. Coiling themselves around you and your life, hissing sweet words of nothings, taking vital energies and innocence, taking spirit. Each one different for the length of the relationship or the amount of control. One was suppose to love and to nurture. One offered safe harbor. And one with the double head, that of a two-faced predator. The venom was the same. It was meant to kill not to maim. It was meant to render you without defenses so they could slowly kill you in their embrace of death .

My Roots Run Deep; 26''x14 , acrylic on canvas

We all have roots. Some planted firmly in rich fertile soil where everything touched becomes realities and dreams come true. There are those who's roots are planted in rich soil yet the fruit of each and every dream seems to be struck down by both pest and man alike and if anything materializes it is only for a short season, never becoming perennial. There are those roots that never seem to catch, missing the contact of fertility, of nurture, of the loving hand of a gardener. These roots run deep but they are without contact with the love needed to grow and to produce well. My Roots Run Deep. I come from my mother, she comes from her mother but the unity of being stops there. The blood line exists in name only fore the unifying factor of love and support, of care and of caring is totally non existent in the middle. It was severed by cold indifference. bordering with hate. Actually I will say hate. My Roots Run Deep because they do. They run deep enough to touch that of my Hawaiian grandmother. She is the fertile soil of my soul, of my existence. She is the strength, the grace and the inert energy of hembra hecha. She is what pride is. 'Grace under pressure'. She was for she is dead. She was but she still is for she lives in me and I live as her. My Roots Run Deep, grabbing each and every bit of life I can, holding onto dreams and aspirations, looking up, reaching for my stars. She, way below, reaching out for me, to let me know she is here for my soul and spirit, to know I am not alone, ever.

Mundo de Mujeres/World of Women; 20''x24'',acrylic on canvas

Mundo de Mujeres/World of Women is an allegory which represents a very small example of the many types of women there are. However, in all honesty and in a realization and acknowledgement of my own subconscience influence into this piece of work, it is all the women that I am.Top right: Mujer del Volcan /Volcano Woman; She is the one who can explode at any given moment. Laying dorment, quiet then exploding into a frenzy of passions. She can be hot like lava or as indifferent as the stone it becomes.Top left: Mujer ensendida/ The woman enflamed;She is the one with her sensuality and her sexuality.constantly on fire. Her charged energies both attract and repel.Center right:La Semillera/ The Seed Woman; She is the one who gives life to all things, thoughts, art, children, poetry. Everything she touches renews itself and goes forth. She is like the earth forever and perpetually pregnant.Center Left: La Mujer Rebelde/ the Rebellous Woman; She takes nothing lying down. She is also the one who gets up and starts over again and again and if need be again.Bottom left: La Mujer Tranquilla/ The Calm Woman; She is the one who finds peace in the sea and uses that calmness to heal body, soul and spirit.Bottom right: La Dormida/ The Sleeping Woman; Not sleeping per say, but in reality not yet formed, nurturing herself. She is the one creating the new women, La Nueva Mujer

He Called Me Diosa; 30''x36'', oil on canvas

He called me Diosa, Ix Chel. Maya Goddess of fertility, earth mother, healer. Yet I am just a woman, born of this earth, bearer of children. My shoulders broad representing the strength within me. My body strong to go forward with conviction of soul. . My heart is in Yucatan, I am Mayab in spirit. They have tried to make me forget where I came from, to take away my roots, mis raices but they have failed. It is so easy to get caught up, enslaved in the daily living yet that is only existing. What saves us from ourselves? Who saves us from ourselves? Yo soy Diosa y hembra, Goddess and Woman. Flesh of this earth yet still a free spirit. Touching both, uniting both, living and feeling both. My feet are planted, sembrado in the ground so that my body is fixed, anchored, bound. I am rooted to grow, to produce and I did and I will continue to do so. My spirit is eternally free flowing like mountain rivers, untouched like a virgin forest, reaching for the light of the sun like newly sprouted corn.

Animus; 14''x16'', oil on canvas

There comes a time in a womans' life when she finds herself. But it is not only the self that she has discovered but the animus inside, her inner strength, her autonomy. Most importantly she has found her instincts to protect herself. It is in this state that she is not vunerable, most in control of her own life and being. One can say she has found her guardian. We all have this ability, this most powerful intity, spirit, soulfulness inside of us. It is the alpha male inside the alpha female creating the instinctual and alpha self. However for many it lies hidden, shrunken beyond recognition. It has been taken away from us by society, culture, abuses and partners. Sadly enough and in many cases we have also allowed it to happen. I say..... Take off your blouse, your huipil, your shalwa kamise and let her out and let her show herself in all her most powerful glory. Fore she, ella, lerki, is there for us. Believe in her. Give her the energy and respect to flower, to grow and to growl. Embrace eachother in strength and in unity. You are two, yet you are one.