The story behind my artwork is tied to one of my earliest childhood memories when I accompanied my mother to shop at one of the most popular markets in San Salvador. I remember the smells of fresh vegetables, the energy of people buying and selling, the colors and lights of the stalls, but above all, I remember the strength of the female vendors. Their white aprons and baskets filled with carefully balanced products on their heads. Their composure and presence left me speechless.

These women, the vendors and workers of the market, are admirable. They are the heads of their families. At dawn, they leave home to earn a living. They harvest corn, fruit, vegetables, or coffee to sell, or whatever they can find to support their families. Many of them are married, others are not, but all depend on them. Because in their hands lies the livelihood of their families, of their future. And in their baskets, they carry the weight of the world with strength and determination.