When the only words in Nahuatl that were passed down to me is a prayer to the Sun, I long to go back to my roots.
A visual archive of the re-imagination of my family's migration story from El Salvador to Washington D.C. Project exhibited in "Salvatrucans Once Again" art show at the Washington D.C. Gala Hispanic Theater in July 2016.
Poem on Taganga, Colombia. A small fishing village I used to live in.
Wrote n piece in Spanish on the story of a woman in Medellin, Colombia looking for her husband's disappeared body.
Reflections after coming back from Brazil.