This is the last night in my studio, I’m not painting or cutting paper but instead cleaning where I slept and ate, worked, wept, kissed, read, spent time with friends, my birthday.. where I leave little parts of who I was.
I keep finding little fragments of time.
Last night I stepped out of my last class and immediately called my father. We both wept at what I have just accomplished. I remember people telling me “people like you don’t go to college” and my mother allowing me to stay home from school one day so we could go to organizations asking for help.
In 4 days I walk and receive my degree.
This is why I should or shouldn’t learn new trades, because the obsessive compulsive within me kicks in and I end up crocheting a 14.5 ft x 6.5 in scarf.
IOWA HERE I COME!
This will be the first song I play once I settle in Iowa.
(Source: inmyroom)
"Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here."
- Desiderata (via raspberrying)
(Source: allmymetaphors, via imfromdriftwood)
The installation for my show is complete. This is just un antojo.
Stop on by and enjoy some paletas and paintings this friday, may 3rd from 6-9pm.
They also have some killer novelas playing in the background, just saying, it doesn’t get any better than this.
Today I set up for my solo exhibit for this coming Friday.
If you find yourself in Memphis, TN this Friday stop by and enjoy AMAZING paletas at La Michoacana. oh and see some art
May 3rd
6pm - 9pm
A catalog of the print show in Egypt came in the mail not too long ago.
Hello old self, have fun in your new home.
Last night I had my BFA reception and.. to be honest, it still hasn’t hit me that the moment I have been working towards for the last 4 years finally came.
It might be because the last 4 months have been nothing short of amazing, terrifying, and unsure but one day this summer I will find time to look back, reflect and let it all sink in. It is still too early to say I can breathe.
Regardless, it was great to personally thank some of the professors who have been pivotal towards my progress and go gallery hopping one last with friends.
The Dream is Now
” For some people this is the news a story to follow or a side to take, for them it is something else. They are from different parts of the map but their intentions were born in the same place. “
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The Dream is Now
” For some people this is the news a story to follow or a side to take, for them it is something else. They are from different parts of the map but their intentions were born in the same place. “
Please watch,
Please petition
"In a constant state of mental nepantilism, an Aztec word meaning torn between ways, la mestiza is a product of the transfer of the cultural and spiritual values of one group to another. Being tricultural, monolingual, bilingual or multilingual, speaking a patois, and in a state of perpetual transition, the mestiza faces the dilemma of the mixed breed: which collectivity does the daughter of a dark skinned mother listen to?
El choque de un alma atrapado entre el mundo del espiritu y el mundo de la tecnica a veces la deja entullada. Cradled in one culture, sandwiched between two cultures, straddling all three cultures ad their value systems, la mestiza undergoes a struggle of flesh, a struggle of borders, an inner war. Like all people, we perceive the version of reality that our culture communicates. Like others having or living in more than one culture, we get multiple, often opposing messages. The coming together of two self-consistent but habitually incompatible frames of reference causes un choque, a cultural collision.
Within us and within la cultura chicana, commonly held beliefs of the white culture attack commonly held beliefs of the Mexican culture, and both attack commonly held beliefs of the indigenous culture. Subconsciously, we see an attack on ourselves and our beliefs as a treat and we attempt to block with a counterstance."
- Gloria Anzaldua-La Conciencia de la Mestiza: Towards a New Consciousness 1987 (via gatomon)
(via jhameia)
April 23, 2013
“lejos del cielo,
cerca del cielo allí nadie te va poder parar
libre de todo pensamiento,
libre de… dolor y llanto
y búscame cuando sepas a donde
vas a llegar. “
I will miss this place. Thank you Memphis for taking care of me yet another year. And for serenading me on at the stroke of midnight, we had a great four years.
April 23, 2013
“lejos del cielo,
cerca del cielo allí nadie te va poder parar
libre de todo pensamiento,
libre de… dolor y llanto
y búscame cuando sepas a donde
vas a llegar. “
I will miss this place. Thank you Memphis for taking care of me yet another year. And for serenading me on at the stroke of midnight, we had a great four years.
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