
My journey as an artist is inextricably linked to my father. Though he spent a decade in a tuberculosis sanitarium before I was born, it was there he first began his exploration of various art forms. These experiences profoundly shaped the man I knew and the artist I would become.
I have a cherished childhood memory of sitting at his feet, coloring in my book while he worked at his desk. I would listen to the rhythmic pounding of his tools on leather as he crafted beautiful purses, belts, and billfolds. He taught me how to tool, paint, and lace his leather creations. He was my first and best critic, never offering harsh judgment, but instead guiding me with insightful questions like, “Why did you choose that color?” He would also encourage me to talk about my paintings, which forced me to think more deeply and tap into my imagination. The gentle sound of his tools and the distinct scent of fresh leather and sealer became a source of comfort and warmth for me.
After he passed away, I discovered a treasure trove of his other creations—pottery, ceramics, and intricate jewelry made from twisted wire. He continues to inspire me to this day, and as a tribute, my art will always bear my surname, Rodriguez, connecting me to my father, and his legacy.
My influences were further shaped by my upbringing in southern Kansas, a land of wide-open plains, hay bales, and tight-knit communities. The vast landscapes, dramatic storms, and cottony clouds of the region are all woven into the fabric of my work. My art is a celebration of bold color and experimental designs, a vibrant expression that I believe is a reflection of my Hispanic heritage.


