Breaking The Piñata
As a child I was always reluctant to visit my Dad’s ranch in Chihuahua, Mexico. As an incentive, he would buy a piñata for me to crack open after lunch, however the piñata was always empty. Through these experiences and actions, I realized I was cracking through my own personal psyche and larger journey. In tandem with chipping away at myself, I handcraft new piñatas. With each crack comes an infinite stream of insight, encouraging demolition for the sake of new treasures.
In Search of the Missing Crystal
Fumage, Gouache and Pencil on Paper
11″ x 15″ (28cm x 38cm)