Growing up, I had no access to public libraries, there was no internet, and bookstores were expensive, so my visual input was limited to what we had at home. Fortunately my mother had a collection of books on African, Oceanic and Pre-Hispanic art, which I devoured. What I saw was rudimentary and incredibly sophisticated.
I’m still captivated by ideas reduced to their essential forms, and by the feeling that moves us to create. The combination of what we have seen and imagined, captured by the skill of our hands, will never cease to amaze me.