My artistic style flows directly from my writing. When I write, images rise naturally to illustrate my stories. The text below is the inspiration behind this piece.
I write this in tribute to my 90-year-old mother while she is alive. My mother is the strongest person I know, and this is no exaggeration. But she always crumbles at the sight of a tree that has been uprooted by Hurricane Maria. Her worst reaction was to the sight of one of Old San Juan’s most ancient trees after it was uprooted by the storm.From a distance, living in the mainland of a colossal country, the world’s second biggest polluter, I look at my debilitated mother in tiny Puerto Rico. We are so different, yet I sometimes feel as though we are the same. Colossal me, tiny me. 
I can’t let my mother’s suffering be in vain.
From my write-up on the Opening Heart Mindfulness Community’s Website: Earth Holder for My Mother