of Lubbock like a freeedom bird Phoenix of Rennaissance creativity. Her camera becomes an entire

portable studio of brushes, paints, medieum, canvas, walls and scaffolds. She treads in the very

footsteps of her self taught father, Omar Rodriguez, a hard hat oil leatherneck, iron welder by

trade, he transformed himself into such a fine painter/sculptor that he once took first, second,

and third prizes all at once in an astounded community whose judges ran out of accolades for him!

To see the photgraphic pieces of Myra is to stand in awe, jaw dropping, wondering how on earth she can

achieve such nuanced speech: extreme nostalgic silence or explosive screams out of what we would

otherwise normally call a photograph. Here is a well honed master craftswoman at her best: transmuting

visual tools with remarkable and poetic accuracy to what is banally a mechanical lens. Her skies are more

than skies, her trees gain personality, her angel statues have a pulse and you can hear them weep. Her

people? Well, you almost see their bios in their face… her saints reveal the centuries of piety of

a race… Our nation could have no better record maker of the marvels of our times than this consummate

artist with a camera in her hand — Myra Rodriguez !