July 22 | 7pm-1am
July 23-24 | 11am-4pm
- *Challenge 1: Turn something green
- *Challenge 2: Make something old new
- *Challenge 3: Reveal something hidden
- *Challenge 4: Play with fire
- *Challenge 5: Make or take a portrait of a stranger
- *Challenge 6: Make your next meal a work of art
- *Challenge 7: Create something with garbage
- *Challenge 8: Take a before & after shot
- *Challenge 9: Capture summertime
- *Final Challenge: Leave behind something special for someone else to discover
- *Wait for first challenge
An artist print in a gift bag on a bench in my neighborhood park.
Foam,Twigs and paper with too little you can say sooo much. This piece is an exploration of the emotional and psychological transformation that I have been subject to since changing my role from a working woman to a stay home mom. Choosing the domestic realm over career to raise a family has affected my identity , my perception of gender roles and exposed my inner fears and challenges. This piece speaks about filial love, identity, the binary, exposure and gender.
As I was making my quesadilla for breakfast I reflected in the piece laid in front of me ready to be consumed to satisfy my appetite. As a woman, sometimes I feel like a piece of meat; something to be consumed as desired. My “market” price will be determined by the “quality” of the meat or how it meets the “market” standards.
I saw Abril perform a Mayan trumpet concert and I was so intrigued about her energy and poise. She was elegant and poetic like a willow tree. I got to capture her in a private moment of communion .
When kids play with fire the city is in chaos but they make it in to facebook.
I have not always been very gentle and accepting of my body and its natural wonders. Lately I have trying to discover the hidden meanings of them in a quest to accept my femininity. I do want to let all the pieces of my body to be whole . With this project I tried to create beauty ( flower) from something I dread each month ( like many women) and perhaps this could be the beginning for me to be at peace with it.
We never met; not formally, but I have visited your grave from time to time over the years. As you lay covered in green I wonder,what was your life like? Were you happy? did you have a family? How did you ended up in this remote country? in this remote town? You lay in one of the most beautiful places I have seen overlooking the forest and the yellow meadows. In winter thick sheets of snow cover your body. I have hiked here sometimes on top of you when I can not see the landmark of your graveyard or the others. It’s been years since I started my fascination with this site. I makes me wonder so many things, it make me think about so many things. Today I laid a small flower in your grave. I am sure that after been dead for more than 100 years no many people come to bring you flowers but the earth and the land make sure you are always covered and properly dressed. It could be the green of the moss and the ivy or the crunchy sheets of snow. You are never naked, our earth ensures you remain cared for and always dressed. Its like a child sweetlycovered by his mother. I guess as I wonder about my own death I can find confort in the generosity of our nature, she will care she will dress us all in pillowy green.