Her work revolves around nature, the story of life and death alongside the delicate fragments of memory. She hand builds all of her work from a bag of clay, coil or slab.
Every time she molds clay it is a deep reminder of her Mexican American heritage. Her work cultivates a passionate extension of her father Joseph Vasquez who was a humble tortilla maker; one of her fondest memories is helping him knead dough to make ends meet. Looking back into her childhood she believes her work’s whimsical aesthetic is tied to her very limited time with her mother who was always in the garden. This culture now lives within her as she went from kneading dough to molding clay, and the honor and gratefulness she feel when she creates something from nothing.