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the recycled self
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I was born in Texas. My
childhood was greatly influenced by our housekeeper. Her name was Fela.
She was from Piedras Negras. I grew up speaking Spanish, eating bean
tacos and listening to rancheras. Almost a Mexican. The first drawings
I remember doing were done in my mother’s books. I did a series
of scribbles in Webster’s dictionary. My mother wasn’t impressed.
I think I got into trouble. But I kept drawing anyway. That is until
I went to Catholic school. There they had rules about everything. Even
about drawing. Stuff like: don’t draw to the margin of the page,
don’t go out of the lines, don’t put pink next to red. All
those rules made drawing a stress. Then I grew up and realized that
those rules weren’t for me. They were for somebody else…..Some
people were born to be foreigners. I’m one of them. I can’t
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For Rent La Sussurata, our house in Paros, |
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links: ART FOR HOUSEWIVES blog |
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-- Aesthetics
are homemade ---From
Trash to Treasure---Thanks
for Retablos----Headache
Respira l'ultima liberta' ----saatchi-gallery-----albatros----marte----Eco
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email: korzekwa at gmail dot com |
