As a boy I used to read books about distant locations and dream. I count my lucky stars that at an early age my mother encouraged my imagination. Together we ground egg yolks, plants, beets, onions, and oxidized stones with the mortar she used to grind chiles and made...
Saw a butterfly during my walk to town and made this personal piece Exploring textures and juxtapositions for an upcoming book. Lucha Libre Bird Coffee on our roof this morning with an unforgettable sky and hot air balloon. Taking time to look and discover,...
