I think about dying. The death of dreams resurrecting --- transformation. If I could die with my family by my side I will go peacefully, it is a blessing, it feels like home. My sisters and I fled to the Dominican Republic. A sense of death was looming over us, but God protects us in our journey to our mother country (return) where Mami and Papi can hold us in their arms like when we were small.

The works of Cándido Bidó inspire the scene. At the airport in Santiago, Dominican Republic, a mural is a colorful hand. When you enter the country, the mural receives you with love and excitement. When it’s time to return the mural is marked with mami’s bitter tears.

When the world is too much, my family is a sturdy hand. The hand is decorated with scenes of mountain tops, day and night skies, with soft undefined lines.

The piece is hand-built bisque fired to cone 10 and painted with acrylics.

H: 4.5 in

W: 4 in

D: 6 in