Hospital Digital Sketches. I didn't think much about painting or my practice during the 7 weeks that my mother was in the hospital until her death. Because creativity is my refuge, I turned to ig stories, the art journal and sketching. I didn't anticipate that my mother's last hospital stay would carry such weight turning into her deathbed, which became the beginning of a new pictorial language for me. The quick raw croquis, becoming a an intimate documentation of my mother d

Dominga Auxiliadora Perez Huerta October 5, 1953 — March 30, 2026 I never shared this beautiful photo by Sion Fullana taken at my first art studio. The reason was because it made me feel as if I was holding the photo of a deceased loved one. Sadly, now I can share the photo as my mother has parted this world. It is a practice of Nicaraguans to canonize the dead. I don't share that practice. My mother wasn't perfect, she was a chameleon of life experiences and facets; and that

A special happy birthday to my lord and savior, Jackson Pollock! I remember it like it was yesterday, a timid unaspiring creative who had been pushed to painting because of a mental breakthrough. Having turned away from music and acting, in my reclusion I thought it would be cool to start visiting art museums. Walking into the MET contemporary art wing was exciting and new. Life for me had been pretty grayscale up until then I had stumbled upon art as a way to cope with time