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After reading Ross Gay’s The Book of Delights, I started to construct still lives of things that delighted me. The objects were things I had in my home in Mexico as well as fruits, vegetables, flowers, and talismans I found at the market. I often buy things at the market not because I need them in the conventional sense of substance but because they seem to hold a spirit that beckons me. The spirit might come from the care and reverence they were endowed with somewhere along the line. Was it the care of the farmer, the craftsperson's hands, or the woman at the market that lay it in display with such care? I wanted to play with this alchemy of spirit and continue the conversation.

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