Light and light
Over the years my mother would travel to give birth to me and my two sisters, in a distant town were she was friends with the midwife. The distance defined a life of movement. For each of my parents living away from their families at the age of twelve was a necesary situation for education and employment. When they formed a family they continued to move to other mining towns, and settled us in a dense urban University rich cityfor us to succed. Our life was of academic rigor, fast paced, nomadic, uprooted, where purging belongings, packing/unpacking became the norm. Nomadic lifestyle meant changing schools mid year, distancing from sprouting friendships and family ties. Somewhere in there, my desire to see the world appeared, gaving way to an exchange year in the USA while I was 16, three year at 26 and my permanent professional immigration at 32. Within each major move, there were minor ones to find a more suited home, school, neighborhood. A grand collage takes place, of all these different rooms, schools, friends, acqueintances, traditions, holidays, foods, weather, seasons, habits, landscape, means of transportation, opportunities, etc. Insensibly, my father thought of disencumber us from our personal belonging, while my mother made up by hold on or acquire new, placing meaning into objects. My older syster developed a rich world, thriving on career achievements but capable of deep connections. The young one, gave birth at a young age, and struggled to meet responsibilities, demands and in juggling her love of life doesn’t feel completely understood. As children of a generation without a participating voice, these situations defined me as an artist.
Light and light, is a nomadic response to coming alive in the motion itself, and adjusting to rapid change, at times by design. In the excitement of being a tourist, I excercise resourceful ways to cultivate and mantain a precarious center. Experiencial learning, coming alive with travel, documenting lives of others, treating art making as video journaling, mailing hand made water color postcards to loved ones, and territorializing these crossing of borders, paths, immigration-documentation to that of essential portability. Ironically, I find myself in winter darkness, after being born in the driest and sunniest desert on earth.
>Flores de Porcelana
>insight
Over the years my mother would travel to give birth to me and my two sisters, in a distant town were she was friends with the midwife. The distance defined a life of movement. For each of my parents living away from their families at the age of twelve was a necesary situation for education and employment. When they formed a family they continued to move to other mining towns, and settled us in a dense urban University rich cityfor us to succed. Our life was of academic rigor, fast paced, nomadic, uprooted, where purging belongings, packing/unpacking became the norm. Nomadic lifestyle meant changing schools mid year, distancing from sprouting friendships and family ties. Somewhere in there, my desire to see the world appeared, gaving way to an exchange year in the USA while I was 16, three year at 26 and my permanent professional immigration at 32. Within each major move, there were minor ones to find a more suited home, school, neighborhood. A grand collage takes place, of all these different rooms, schools, friends, acqueintances, traditions, holidays, foods, weather, seasons, habits, landscape, means of transportation, opportunities, etc. Insensibly, my father thought of disencumber us from our personal belonging, while my mother made up by hold on or acquire new, placing meaning into objects. My older syster developed a rich world, thriving on career achievements but capable of deep connections. The young one, gave birth at a young age, and struggled to meet responsibilities, demands and in juggling her love of life doesn’t feel completely understood. As children of a generation without a participating voice, these situations defined me as an artist.
Light and light, is a nomadic response to coming alive in the motion itself, and adjusting to rapid change, at times by design. In the excitement of being a tourist, I excercise resourceful ways to cultivate and mantain a precarious center. Experiencial learning, coming alive with travel, documenting lives of others, treating art making as video journaling, mailing hand made water color postcards to loved ones, and territorializing these crossing of borders, paths, immigration-documentation to that of essential portability. Ironically, I find myself in winter darkness, after being born in the driest and sunniest desert on earth.
>Flores de Porcelana
>insight
Stain
Watercolor. November, 2011.
Record
January, 2019.
brush and mark
January, 2019.
file
silver May, 2019
Fold
one of a kind watercolor and pencil book. 8 feet.
