Broadcast
Posted on | August 10, 2009 | No Comments
On Saturday, August 8, I woke up to see the newest SCOTUS member, Sonia Sotomayor, get sworn in. Through the wonders of CSPAN I got to share in her moment (and once is was over, breathe a sigh of relief that Roberts didn’t bungle this one too). My voice, per my friend Jonathan, was broadcast around the world and heard by approximately 8 million listeners. Add to the count by clicking the link: BBC Interview, August 8, 2009.
Group Exhibition
Posted on | July 18, 2009 | No Comments
The law firm where I work is currently hosting a group art show. Among the paintings and photographs crafted by employees and their kin are three of my prints, including the print on the left. This print of a roller skating lesson is based on a photograph I saw many years ago in a National Geographic magazine featuring pictures of Cuba. This snapshot always remained in my thoughts, as a cute moment between friends and the simple pleasure of momentarily losing control and learning something new. I tried rollerblading once in college, and maybe due to the hilly scape of Hanover or the lack of two friends to power my locomotion, the entire experience was disastrous. I earned no more than scraped knees and a good story, and maybe inspiration for this print where the experience went slightly better than my own.
Sinewy, Blurred, Organic
Posted on | June 14, 2009 | No Comments
I started this as a light and colorful piece. A rainbow which went from the top left corner in oranges and yellows to blues and greens on the opposite corner. I often do a “draft” with bright poster paints, sometimes a mere outline or guide as to the composition, other times something close to the end product emerges. But the final product often strays from the skeletal outline. This painting in particular was driven by the need for contrast. An indecisive painter going from structure to chaos and back again. What resulted is a sinewy blurred organic portrait of an unidentifiable subject that emotes a certain solitary sadness despite the brightness of the colors.
Introduction to a modern gypsy
Posted on | January 4, 2009 | 2 Comments
I joined the world in the cultural hodgepodge that is Miami, but once in control of my own journey I unknowingly set off on my gypsy path. In the ten years since I left the sticky sweaty heat of that little Havana, I have not found a home but have found many experiences to enrich my lonely soul. The granite of New Hampshire seeped into my muscles and brain. To Washington, D.C. and its environs I was a ghost, cyclically pretending to reside there with the other political transients. In South Carolina I was a latina yankee, too quickly absorbin’ the local dialect. I walked the banks of the Seine at midnight, living the happy life of a socialite and dreamer. There was too much work, too much tequila, much warmth and sad seediness in Bangkok. Bolivia held rides in armored cars, a guru and commune, and the thin air at the top of the world. Chicago was a long day off and a few cold winters. Island hops in the Caribbean, Prosts hollered in Germany, the Great Wall and marching soldiers of terra cotta, falling in and out of love in and with all of them… It all fades to a blur. The present slice of time finds me in New York, a city where my thoughts can’t seem to sleep as if the energy off the streets keeps a traffic jam of ideas in my head. This blog or space or whatever one wants to call it shall be my parking lot, a rest for the restless gypsy in me, a record to keep the memories from fogging and blurring and being forgotten, a gallery for my pen, pencil and paintbrush.
This is a new year, a new me, a new project. More to come, please stay tuned.