Series Works

“These Canvases Have People in Them”

Individually titled This Canvas Has People in It (Versions 1, 2, and 3)

Back in April, I spent a couple of nights in Brooklyn for an exhibition. In my hotel room, I fell asleep watching Adult Swim. Around 4 AM, I woke up to the TV blasting over and over: “THIS IS MY SERMON! THIS IS MY SERMON! THIS IS MY SERMON!”

That’s when I stumbled across the Adult Swim infomercial Unedited Footage of a Bear. Not long after, another infomercial came on that left me feeling deeply uneasy. Half-asleep, I only remembered fragments: a face melting through the floor, a baby crawling around a smoky house, and bodies lying face-down in the grass. Later, I realized it was titled This House Has People in It.

A week later, I had another exhibition to attend - this time in Passaic. After the reception, I drove over Dingo’s Den in Clifton for a couple of Jack and Cokes. The first thing I noticed inside was a pair of mannequin legs hanging from the ceiling, showing off the bar’s merchandise. Instantly, I was reminded of This House Has People in It.

Since then, I’ve turned this strange coincidence into a little tradition: before any opening receptions, I rewatch the infomercial - just for fun. It inspired me to create this quirky series of mannequin parts, which I’ve titled as a tribute to Adult Swim.

Enjoy: These Canvases Have People in Them.

The Composition Dolls

In continuation to my 2024 series “Saving the Grotesque”, I am solely concentrating on painting Still Lives of my grotesque doll collection. This series repeats the goal of shedding light on Grotesque art and its beauty. The doll series introduces a new focus on fusing personal life and paintings. Collecting oddities shares the same stigma as Grotesque artwork. Some may consider antiques as garbage and dust collectors, while they can be a glimpse into history for others.

I collect Antique dolls to find beauty in what others would discard. These dolls could have been someone’s favorite toy 200 years ago. The spirits of their previous owners may hope someone is taking good care of their babies. I find so much more character in something that was loved for generations, without knowing their full story or journey. I only know the condition I find them in, and the new life I will provide them. 

I paint these dolls to enhance their beauty; to freeze them in time of their current condition, as their quality will continue to worsen with age. Come back as the series continues. 


More Works

The Ram

6/26/2025

The Ram is a powerful depiction of my perception of my long-term partner, Roy Abel Montero. While the literal symbolism of the ram refers to Montero’s initials, it also holds deep emotional connections to resilience and strength. Rams have been among the earliest animals depicted in art history, often symbolizing power and endurance.

This painting is historically inspired by the techniques of Caravaggio. I specifically borrowed the ram from Caravaggio’s Saint John the Baptist (Youth with a Ram). Montero possesses resilience like no other, marked by strong masculine traits. Yet, alongside his ability to protect and provide, he remains deeply connected to his femininity - gentle, thoughtful, and consistently supportive.

I dedicate this painting to all his hard work and love. Consider it a visual love letter.

It Felt Like Something in Me Died, and Something was Born.

It was as if I Shed My Skin and Became Someone New. 

1/1/2025

Journal Entry


I don’t know what happened. I wonder if I am healthy. I was completely sober too. Yea I’ve been in my head a lot- Thinking about everyone and everything. Stressing. It got to a point where I had this viscous migraine; used to those, though. On the drive home it worsened and worsened. You know that feeling when you’re falling asleep and it feels like you fell off of a cliff? That happened, but while I was awake… driving.

While it happened, I saw myself driving; as if I were the passenger. There were two of me. Is that what they call an outer body experience? When I felt the drop, I was gone. There was just one of me, but I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or not. My heartbeat skyrocketed. And suddenly, I was content. I was at peace. 

It felt like something in me died, and something was born. Instantly, I stopped thinking and stressing about everything. When I got home, everything felt different. My vocab was different, my thought process was different, and my feelings were different. It was as if I shed my skin and became someone new.

I am celebrating my new life, but mourning my old one. I loved her. 




Key notes:

  • Empty

  • Confusing

  • Innocence, Rebirth

  • Mourning, Darkness

Grotesque in Pastels

4/13/2025

The Illusion of Solace

6/24/2025

8/4/2025

Figure 8

7/31/2025

Bite me Softly

2025 Exhibitions

  • Salon Show, Greenpoint Gallery

  • Art Groove Experience

  • Creepella's After Dark Presents: A Picture Becomes a Dream

  • Euphoria, Awita New York Studio

  • Breast Care for Washington Art Gala, The Willard