My grandmother's little house
Title: My grandmother's little house
Medium: mixed media on canvas
Dimensions: 00” x 00” in
Year: 2024
At Grandma's house, the sky wasn't always blue, and although grays appeared from time to time, the warm colors inside made it special. Mom's old house was an oasis in the middle of the desert of the street, with its twists and turns and teachings that contrasted with Mom's. It was a sanctuary that healed, a school that educated, and where sadness turned to joy when cousins arrived. The gate, with a double chain, closed so that love didn't escape. And although the skies were sometimes not always blue, in Ponce, the skies shine every day.
Title: My grandmother's little house
Medium: mixed media on canvas
Dimensions: 00” x 00” in
Year: 2024
At Grandma's house, the sky wasn't always blue, and although grays appeared from time to time, the warm colors inside made it special. Mom's old house was an oasis in the middle of the desert of the street, with its twists and turns and teachings that contrasted with Mom's. It was a sanctuary that healed, a school that educated, and where sadness turned to joy when cousins arrived. The gate, with a double chain, closed so that love didn't escape. And although the skies were sometimes not always blue, in Ponce, the skies shine every day.
Title: My grandmother's little house
Medium: mixed media on canvas
Dimensions: 00” x 00” in
Year: 2024
At Grandma's house, the sky wasn't always blue, and although grays appeared from time to time, the warm colors inside made it special. Mom's old house was an oasis in the middle of the desert of the street, with its twists and turns and teachings that contrasted with Mom's. It was a sanctuary that healed, a school that educated, and where sadness turned to joy when cousins arrived. The gate, with a double chain, closed so that love didn't escape. And although the skies were sometimes not always blue, in Ponce, the skies shine every day.