
Born in Ciego de Avila, Cuba. 1956
These new themes of my work , the house, or the symbolic armature of a house, rests on wheels, as does the excursion vessel. The poetic fancy of wheels sprouting where they do not belong performs a kind of the category mistake: the motility of both house and ship is wrong--- headed for a crash, a contradiction: some conceptural derailment. The red-brick skin of the home is peeled away to reveal the frightening dangers, the global violence and the threatening the surface ideals of home and security. Perhaps there is a parable here about the national home and the sacrifices to “security” we are asked to accept.