Edwin fontanez biography

I could smell it in the charged air.

Edwin Fontánez | Kennedy Center

Rain was about to come. The trees became agitated as the wind rolled vigorously through the persianas and into my room.

Sitting on the side of the bed, I waited for the deluge as the pummeling sound of raindrops over the grove and the orange tree became a gauzy serenade.

Inside, the house was silent. I suspected my mother was napping in a stuffed chair in the living room.

I was staying in my childhood home in Puerto Rico during one of my trips back to the island from Arlington, where I have lived for over 25 years.

My still-unpacked bag, shapeless from the humidity, sat atop an old teak dresser mildly scarred by termites.

On the opposite wall hung a framed composite of photos of my father—a gift I had created for him as a memento of his participation in an amateur video I made in 1999. I’d asked him to play a wood-carver in the film. I remember it as the first time I had taken a deeper, loving look at him.

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