About the "Textured White" Cover Art
Hidden DNA demands to be seen. You can coat it in plaster, but the soul will always find a way to break through the surface.
Using thick plaster, sand, and rough strands of frayed burlap, I inadvertently poured all 500 years of the novel's geometry into a monochromatic canvas.
Clara’s inner tension kept gnawing at me even after I finished the book. I needed to represent that constant friction of living within a light-skinned body that hides the truth of who she really is and where she comes from: the feeling of an identity trying to force its way out after being buried for generations.
But if you look closely, you can almost make out the winds caressing Puerto Rico, the snails of the Oba Oriaté, and even the sweat-soaked uniform of a soldier from the 39th New York Infantry Regiment standing in the blood-stained Angle of Gettysburg in Pennsylvania.
What do you see?
