Working entirely from imagination, often through the middle of the night, Oswald Saenz distills women, houses, and flowers down to their most fundamental curves, infusing them with hallucinatory color and traces of spirit made flesh. A cousin of Fernando Botero, Saenz draws from South American magical realism—and from grief. Since his mother's death in 2021, his artistic practice has become, in his words, her way of speaking through him. Her presence dwells in every woman he conjures on paper.
