From the late night mass for Dia de los Muertos – and/or “All Saint’s Day” – at St. Patrick’s Pro-Cathedral of beautiful Newark, New Jersey. Can you please try to imagine how much it meant to me to add four photographs of my own Lozadas and Liebeskinds to the ofrenda of our beloved dead, placed at the alter with candles, there to stay for a whole month? I sang my heart to the world for all listening, in Spanish and English, and I listened with my hands onto the last page of this sketchbook.
Please understand – my perspective is the same with all of these recent church sketches because I am on duty singing. I am at a designated position in the upper narthex, sketching madly whenever I am able to share my hands and eyes with both drawing and singing.
They called me angel, said I gave them chills, but what more am I really than a bird in the rafters! God gave me my voice, and there’s much I have yet to learn.
