Farolito

     The farolitos that I painted were from memory. I remember it was after work and I was waiting for a friend to meet me at a restaurant. It looked like a family was setting out these bags and then I saw people up on the roofs lighting these things up. It seemed like a silent ritual. there were only a handful of people around, but we quietly watched as the family and some children were carefully lighting the candles inside the bags. It felt sacred. The image fails to capture how it really was that night, but it was sunset, and the lights were dim, and the enclosed area was lit dimly by the farolitos.