In 1973, my Pueblo of Ysleta del Sur began a renovation of the arts program. I immediately became involved in the pottery classes. I eventually became an instructor. I was told about the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, New Mexico and applied. I became the first and only tribal member to attend, and so, the memories (DNA) were evident in what I was able to do with my art.
I did not start doing “art” at an early age, nor did I learn from my parents or grandparents. My great grandmother was the last potter from Ysleta del Sur Pueblo to do the traditional pottery. Although, it is said that our memories from the generations past are in our blood, and it is called our indigenous DNA. I continue to do art, and do few art shows throughout the year. I sell few pieces and give away most of my art as gifts because that is how I want to be remembered.
“I am honored to tell my story as a Native American Artist because I am grateful that the Creator gave me the “gift” to create pottery and pastel paintings that I have for almost forty years. When someone tells me they have a piece of my pottery or pastel painting, I am always excited to want to see which piece. It’s like a reunion. I view my art as an “offspring and extension” of myself, and knowing that it went to a good home to be cared for and cherished brings me immense joy.”