Numbers

I love numbers, and formulas, and solving problems. I thought I would become an inventor at some point...

But I became an Engineer intead.

Writing

I loved reading...

And so I started writing. My first journal had a teedy bear cover...I was only 6.

The Artist in Me

I thought I would be an artist because when I was little my teachers where impresed with my drawings...There was one I did of a "seal".

And then I thought I would be a musician, because I had composed some songs with my little piano

And then as I loved singing I wanted to become a rock star ....

...and so I learnt how to play the Electric guitar.

Growing up....

And how we grew to become different persons but still remain the same....

Do we dream about becoming the same person though?

Where it all started...

My dad and his brothers & my dad with me and my oldest sister. 

Family tends to branch out and life and love expand in ways that can be both painful and help us grow.

Artists and Inspiration

When I was young I was most influenced by Van Gogh's thick lines and curly strokes.  I loved Leonardo Da Vinci's combination of an inventor's scientifical mind with that one of a great artist.

Nowadays I get inspiration from modern artists. My recent visit to the Hayward Gallery to see Tracey Emin's exhibition planted a little seed of need for collage making through words and textiles.

I loved the installations I saw in November in the Saatchi Gallery.

My Statement

I am me. I know I am that person I want to become. It's already in me. The artist, the writer, the mathematician, the inventor, the singer, the musician, the creator of beautiful moments, the spiritual dreamer, the woman, the lover, the friend, the traveller, the adventurer, the romantic, the idealist.

I am all those things. They rest there like mini bright starts that lit inside each time I find inspiration from the outside.

Words are what I love the most....without them I would be lost. That's why I keep many notebooks, pages, diaries since I am a small girl. Since I started writing to be exact. My first diary, my very pink and teddy bear printed notebook has written on its first page 1986. I was only six.

Arte de Presidentes

Redefinir la Amistad

Hace poco empece a cuestionar ciertos tipo de amistades y patrones que repetia en función de la adaptación. La adaptación como ser humano a diferentes especies. Cuasi como un ugly duckling pretendiendo ser duck cuando en verdad es un swan...bah...espero serlo no?

Que es la amistad? Adapatarse o ser? Amistad para mi es ser uno mismo, entender la comunicación como un pilar fundamental, donde el canal tiene que estar completamente abierto (obviamente resguardando las buenas intenciones y sin herir), intimidad, profundidad, y intencion y esfuerzo bidireccional.

No se rema de un solo lado...se rema de a dos o no se rema.

Que es la amistad? Elegirse mutuamente, con defectos y virtudes. Tampoco existe el elegir de un solo lado...

Que lindo que es encontrar amigos, como fortalece el espiritu conectar con alguien, llorar en conjunto, expresar todos los sentimientos lindos, sacar afuera todos los feos para poder empezar con algo mas fuerte.

Me paso con FB, me paso con K, me paso con N.
Como las quiero!

Reading in the Toilet

Writing

Recien leo en la New Yorker un articulo acerca de la health insurance policy en Estados Unidos, y como desde el año 1915 fue boicoteada por diferentes grupos, convenciendo a votantes de que esta ley era perjudiacial porque en Alemania habia traida destroso a su economia, y habia colaborado con el surgimiento del Keiser.

"Every voter in the state received in the mail a pamphlet with a picture of the Keiser and the words "Born in Germany. Do you want it in California?" ("If you are oppossed to a thing these days" one frustated health-care advocate wrote, "the cheapest way to attack it is to call it "German").

Me recuerda de nuestro actual marketing politico. Si uno iniste con que haya orden, con que la ley se cumpla con castigos a quien la infringe, uno es tildado de facho. nadie quiere ser facho por ende nadie insiste con que hayan un orden con castigos.

 
The cheapest way to attack is to call it "Facho".

The people in California voted it down.

Quotes from The New Yorker, December 7, 2009 , Comment Preeexisting Condition