Jen’s steady hands capture the very beauty of the portraitures she creates, she works with a fury having an imminent fear if losing her vision, leaving her intricate legacy in each masterpiece she creates. “My vision is slowly blurring, I want to paint while I still can.”

Jen is prolific in her sketches, capturing minute details which will produce a soulful image of her models. At early age, an uncle thought her how to draw, making her effective portrait artist, drawn to facial structures making them all come alive in her canvas. Lorenzo’s bigger works uses charcoal “My art is about the details of every portrait I make from the details of hair down to her chin. Capturing every details of my model’s eyes, nose, lips line on her face, that I consider as one of my accomplishments as an artist.”

“The aperture of senses, the exactness of beauty in its most tangible form that which I struggle with. My “EYES” series defies what I had been deprived of is an accolade of a living testimony-that is, a near blinding handicap is not deterrence to pursuing my craft. My body of works depicts an astounding and witting psyche of the living and non-living forms I creates. Mocked for my visual ineptness, I captures the “coup d’oeil” essence of refinement and beauty, my strokes are an acuity of exactness that permeates the affection of the beholder. My hands capture the very beauty of the portraitures I creates.

In a split of a second, my fears will someday manifest as I says. The calm region at the center of a hurricane will someday darken the very victuals of my existence. My greatest fear is losing my vision which in turn will become the very execution leading me to a noctographic existence much to the delight of my detractors.

However limited my vision is, I gorges on optimism to inspire the many who have the same handicap to pursue their dreams.

And I leaves this thought from William Wordsworth for all to ponder on, “That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.” ( Heidi Rodriguez )