As a teenager in the 1990s, I was surrounded by campaigns for recycling and protecting the environment. I thought I wouldn’t have to live through the effects of climate change. Now, it seems we’re headed toward the dystopian future sci-fi and scientists warned us about.
Puerto Rico is a territory of the United States but a distinct place all its own, and it pains me to think my homeland might be lost to a climate catastrophe. Hurricane Maria, which struck in 2017, made it clear that Puerto Rico is not prepared for climate change, and even though we’ve seen some progress, I fear it might be too little, too late.
2020 zapped my creativity. I’m slowly finding my way back to art.
When I wasn’t producing, I questioned my identity as an artist
My home is full of hand-me-downs. When I feel lonely, these items raise me up.
The objects remind me of the sense of connection and joy I take from art
