Antaño means yesteryear, evoking nostalgia and referring to a "time gone by". The fall always awakens memories of the past. I had never experienced the change of seasons until I moved to the United States when I was ten years old. My mother and I used to go on walks and collect leaves that we would later press in between old books. I still remember their stain-like marks, cracks, and colors. Each leaf had a history and previous life. As I layer, collage and dip my work in a vat of color, I respond to memories of a life lived in between cultures.