Muerte Divina (Divine Death) is my tribute to women. She’s stronger than death itself, she’s wise and comfortable in her own, multicolored skin. She owns with pride her thighs, her breasts and her belly. She knows she has the wings to fly away, but she also has the powerful feet to stand her ground. She has sharp, long claws but she won’t use them quite yet. She’s not scared of the snake nor she sees it as her enemy: the snake is an ally, and they’re now working together. She is part of a private collection in San Francisco.
