(When the night is a certain warmth and a deep enough dark…when the blood of the dirt and the stream of the sun have swam in me sufficiently, I play the old songs and sip the sweet of red wine; pray my tongue and taste the salt of memory.)
I work in Aztlan, in the space between the mythical and the actual. I am interested in how a thing becomes a symbol and how that symbol resides in our memory; what we leave in life.