I washed my feet, as soon as I got into the apartment. After a while I felt as if the dirt on my feet, was a residue, dragged on to the ground, from history. At times I felt that my feet were turning into sponges, gathering the history left behind. When I sat down to draw, the earth under my feet , beckoned me to draw their spirit on to my watercolor, brava! What was I really painting? Continue reading Reflections: Liliana Perez – Student, 2011