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cynthia
korzekwa |
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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 be homogenized. |
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