Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. We say this, but maybe we like to be fooled. Maybe we enjoy painting our red flags the color white. Maybe I should pay atttention. Maybe I should become jaded, or non trusting, … Continue readingFool me Once
Hello! It’s been a minute. Sorry about that. I’ve been so scatter-brained lately. I did get a chance to take a walk with my daughters, and got some photos of a few flowers I loved: We went to Watchung Reservation, which is my favorite spot … Continue readingUpdate-New Video Blogs Posted!
Hello friends. I just filmed a new video and put it on youtube. Check it out: Oh, and here’s a new page in my visual journal: I used: Deco Art Media misters Deco Art Americana Paint in True Blue Some random japanese black marker And … Continue readingFree the Artist Within: Episode 05!
Recently I started working with the Akashic Records, and in doing so for myself, I came upon some much needed advice. I asked, Why is life a struggle? “Why must everything be so challenging? When will I finally rest? When will find peace? But peace…..it … Continue readingPeace comes from within
Made some new art.
I I am this: this Puerto Rican Dead head I am this and so much more This is who I am: I am loud mouthed nosed pierced strong opinions don’t fuck with me I am this and so much … Continue readingDon’t call me sensitive
Little pots of paint make me happy. It inspires me to create beautiful things. I got a new art journal. I have a watercolor journal that I sketch in, but this new one is just for throwing paint around. Te deseo. Me deseas. (I desire … Continue readingWhat it means to give me a kiss
He told me, in between kisses and paintings That nothing is ever promised I told him, I’d rather know I’d rather plan I’d rather have the notion in my head that if I believe in something Maybe it’ll happen Preachers preach of evil … Continue readingSeasons & Reasons
The Summer you were born was the summer I became a mother and I came alive finally I saw the world in color the summer you were born, was the summer I was born I was made from blood, diapers and breastmilk you … Continue readingSummer & Winter