Oil on Canvas. 36 x 48 inches
In a stretch of street in Miami, the linguistic duality is palpable. They call it "Spanglish," that language which dances between Spanish and English, crafting new words to describe the singularity of this place. The night, wrapped in the Latin core, is draped in magic. Calle Ocho awakens, filled with music and aromas beckoning to stroll from bar to bar, to revel in every show, to visit art galleries. This is my tribute to the corner where my first art gallery blossomed, a place I return to often to savor an evolution that embraces its Latin roots.