I recently had the sacred honor of sharing my art at the Black Girl Art Show in Brooklyn, where I presented a collection close to my heart:
“Daughters of the Diaspora: A Love Letter to the Caribbean.”
Each piece was a whisper from the women who came before me—my grandmothers, my mother, my aunties—whose strength, softness, and stories flow through my veins like saltwater and sunlight. As a Black and Latina woman shaped by a kaleidoscope of Caribbean cultures, my art becomes a ritual, a remembrance, and a reclamation. This collection is a blooming altar of gratitude, where their voices echo through color, form, and fierce beauty. I am because they are.
“Daughters of the Diaspora: A Love Letter to the Caribbean.”
Each piece was a whisper from the women who came before me—my grandmothers, my mother, my aunties—whose strength, softness, and stories flow through my veins like saltwater and sunlight. As a Black and Latina woman shaped by a kaleidoscope of Caribbean cultures, my art becomes a ritual, a remembrance, and a reclamation. This collection is a blooming altar of gratitude, where their voices echo through color, form, and fierce beauty. I am because they are.
Butta Fly Girl
La Caribeña
Lil Bajan Girl
Carnival Queen
Cafe Bruja
