The artist’s huge
archives of photographs feed the paintings with figures and
faces collected over years of living in Mexico. This
painting invites the viewer to make up a story. It's
early morning and although the shadows are still long
you can feel the heat coming. The tile floor, still
wet from the night’s rain, wanders into the desert, suggesting
this place is a portal between times. Which is older, the
desert or the rippled tiles? The wall is transparent,
as if it were just appearing or disappearing. What
is the relationship among the figures, the laughing woman,
the musician and the man who is walking off into the desert
with his petate and blanket?
