In Latino Culture, many believe in the concept of "Sacar Adelante."  This idea of "getting ahead" is drilled in some way or another to first generation American Latino's.

My upbringing was no different.  Unfortunately, for most Latino's this means there is little room for Art.

I think that this has, unfortunately, lead to a lack of Latino voices, especially Latin American voices, in the Art world.

My goal is to increase Latin American voices through my art.  While simultaneously striving to "get ahead" by pursuing a career that will open a future for my family.  So while I pursue my Art, I also continue to have a full time career while working on an MBA.

My photography is an expression of how colorful or interesting things can be by changing your perception.  It is also about having fun with colors.  For example, turning drab grey cement into bright blues and pinks.

My pottery is about dealing with trauma brought on by the Wheels of War.  Whether this is by putting my effort into building functional pieces, or by symbolically depicting the individual and group cost of war by turning my pieces into individual Soldiers with their varied scars and sacrifices.

My Art overall seeks to have individuals challenge their perceptions of what they see, by showing them any object can be seen in more then one way.  If I can get someone to stop and look, I can get them to learn something in those moments.

A little, but personally meaningful story about the photo on this page:

On May 25, 1971, Enrique Metinides, also known as "El Nino," photographed my Grandfather, Abraham Sosa.  My Grandfather  was the first to reach and rescue a suicidal man who was attempting to jump off a buildings superstructure.  A rare happy ending captured by a photographer known for capturing death and tragedy on camera.

This story was one of the last ones my Grandfather told me.  In a little twist of fate, his fellow rescuer was one of his last attending doctors and they both reminisced about that rescue and many others.  In that small moment, in a dingy hospital, the three of us were isolated from the thousand victories, tragedies, and comedies surrounding us.