I think my obsession with the sky began in Puerto Rico as a young daydreaming girl in the backseat of my parents Nissan Sentra on our weekly road trips to visit my grandparents. My father would take a different route each time. Sometimes it was the bumpy cement highway zigzagging the island, forcefully cutting through giant mountains, pushing aside hundreds of acres of wild dark green making way for noisy metallic traffic flow. The radio dial would flip between Salsoul 98 and Casey Kasem’s top 40, whenever an annoying song came on, to camouflage cacophonous highway sounds. Passing the coastal towns of Canovanas, Rio Grande, Luquillo, Fajardo on one side, while on the other, we felt the grand depth and height of island’s mountainous interior. Just beyond little towns dangerously perched on steep mountain tops the sky would provide entertainment and put on the greatest cloud coloring and shape changing shows you could never imagine.
Other times we would cut through the islands center via old, flat tire inducing, pothole laden roads criss crossing towns with names like Gurabo, Juncos and Las Piedras. Roads which twisted gracefully, rose precariously and dipped steeply causing awkward sensations in my tummy. The belly of the mountain was wet with humidity while at her heights cold whipping winds could make you tremble. Growing impatient of her sticky embrace I would look up to catch glimpses of an orange, pink and blue sunset just beyond gaps in the canopy.
When I felt misunderstood
she was my witness
When I first fell in love
she was my witness
My skies were never empty
They were bursting with movement and shooting stars
She taught me how to paint
demonstrating how colors pop and fade away in different light
She taught me nothing is permanent
moments cannot be repeated
Today she is my muse, my connection to the universe, my comfort. You will find her influence in my artworks, writings, photography and paintings.
Have you been to Puerto Rico?
Tell me what inspires your creativity.
“Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.” Marcel Proust
“He who leaps for the sky may fall, it’s true. But he may also fly.” Lauren Oliver
”Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” Rabindranath Tagore
“Don’t tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footprints on the moon.” Paul Brandt
”Excuse me while I kiss the sky.” Jimi Hendrix
”time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough” E.E. Cummings
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