I think the funniest part of being a West Indian Afro Latino man is all the ways we celebrate cultures. We have a lot of Asian traditions. This is one of them. South America is a huge mixing pot. Ever since I was a kid we celebrated Chinese New Year with my cousins from China. That one day got me into iron teapots and lose tea leaves.
I feel this deep connections to my culture in the simple traditions. Somos todos uma pessoa. (We are all one person.)
It’s simple how much I have no rules with painting. I am often confronted about this by fans. I can’t say if it’s mostly positive or negative interactions. I’ve been at this for over 35 years now so my painting narrative changes and moves around. The only rule that stands as of late is red, blue and yellow paint. They speak through me. Art is my heart and as my heart grows so do it.
There is a time in my life where all I could see was where it’s gone and not where I was going. It wasn’t that I was blind so much. I was just so busy reliving those moments over and over and over again in my soul that I couldn’t , that I couldn’t even be in the present anymore. It was heartbreaking. I’m still not really sure how I kind of ricocheted out of all these things .
I swear to you, I know the reds, blues and yellows, they saved me. Made me whole again. The textures and the patterns in the patchworks moved the stars for me.