Earlier this summer, during one of our Sobremesas, we found ourselves circling around the question of home. What does it mean to us after years of living abroad, packing and unpacking boxes in unfamiliar cities that now hold such special places in our lives?
My art (and this studio) is made up of that journey. A reminder that we don’t live in one place; we live in our people, our food, our music, our stories. At least that’s what we concluded about what home means to us.
It’s about the memories we hold and how they shaped us.
When I started illustrating and listing Nicaraguan skylines, each Etsy sale surprised me. Most were gifts, with notes like “Leon is where my grandmother was from” or “this is my partner’s hometown.”
Once I expanded to neighboring Central American cities, people at markets would light up in recognition and share stories. We’d connect over the mutual excitement of finding a piece of home while far away from it.
I love what this collection has become, how a piece of art can carry us back home, if only for a moment. Whatever home means to all of us.
