Ráfagas

Ráfagas — gusts. The word carries both violence and movement, the force that destroys and the force that carries seeds to new ground. This work was born from Hurricane María — not as documentation of loss, but as a declaration of what emerges after. Acrylic, gesso, and preserved florals rise from the surface in three dimensions, an explosion of bloom that refuses to be contained by the canvas. The arched forms that recur throughout my work appear here again — architecture as resilience, structure that holds even when everything around it shifts. Against fields of saturated color, petals and dried botanicals layer into something that is simultaneously painting, sculpture, and garden. Ráfagas is about what survives the storm. It is about the particular beauty of things that grow back wilder than before.