I have heard more people than I can recall describe their first experience of seeing a Josephine Sacabo image. They say things like "I loved it" or "I just had to have it." I remember my own experience on first seeing one of her works; it was like an electrical charge rising out of the image and directly striking me. I thought, "I want to be able to look at this image every day for the rest of my life."

Our inarticulate attempts to describe the effect of her work is the result of having confronted Sacabo's duende, having been brought close to the precipice, and having felt, in the words of Spain's great poet Lorca, that "jet of blood worthy of her pain and her sincerity"that the duende inspired.   -John Wood