My work with mixed media, photography, painting, and installation illuminates forgotten and dismissed narratives of the undocumented immigrant experience. I make art about the lived experiences of me, my family, and people I know. More than half of my immediate family is undocumented in the US. Ever since I came to the US as a toddler, I have been making sense of the arbitrary conditions of my reality as a brown undocumented Mexican woman whose entire family works in food service, and my work is an expression of that. 

So far, my body of work contains videos, sculptures made of trash, photos, paintings, and found items. I am not a classically trained artist, but I see beauty and pain in everyday objects and images. For me, they are the best way to interpret and express my family’s position in the world.  

In a time when I was lost and frustrated with my art, I was decisively inspired seeing Beverly Buchanan’s wooden houses exploring the experience of poor African Americans in the rural south after emancipation. Buchanan didn’t need to be from an art hub or be classically trained to make work that moves. Authors like Gloria Anzaldúa and Edward Said inform my ideas of home, displacement, and peoplehood relating to my reality.  

My work is just one piece of the dialogue between displaced and marginalized people, which represents immigrants from Latin America who are working and surviving in the Southeast US.