miércoles, 6 de julio de 2011

la evolución


panes y nudos
y dos corazones en uno.
863 dias de amor.
obra terminada.

martes, 5 de julio de 2011

863 días de amor, lecho y pan.


"Amo el amor que se reparte en besos, lecho y pan. ..."

Tengo estos panes que dejaste en el freezer.
Ya no se siguen congelando ahi.
Era lo último que me quedaba repartido.

martes, 21 de junio de 2011

pensamientos de una audiovisual.

nada debiera ser editado nunca.

lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011

00:20

how to distinguish what you know from what you feel.

domingo, 22 de mayo de 2011

monocromo.


Los colores de nuestra bandera representan cosas que pronto estarán también a la venta.
Por ahora me los guardo en señal de protesta y proteccción.

miércoles, 30 de marzo de 2011

selfportrait in a public bathroom


mirror, image, camera, me : picture.

lunes, 14 de marzo de 2011

extras


Estas personas han aparecido en mis fotos.
Yo no se quienes son ellos y ellos no saben quien soy yo pero llevan mas de 10 años en mis cajones, acompañando involuntariamente mi historia.

jueves, 10 de marzo de 2011

thought of the day.


Rejection is a bitch.

The word "rejection" was first used in 1415.

The original meaning was "to throw" or "to throw back".

Rejection may mean:

  • Social rejection, in psychology, an interpersonal situation that occurs when a person or group of people exclude an individual from a social relationship.
  • Transplant rejection, in medicine, the immune reaction of a host organism to a foreign biological tissue, such as in a transplantation
  • Electronic selectivity, in telecommunications, rejection is the receiving of the desired signal without interference from another undesired one.
  • In basketball, rejection is a slang term for a block
  • Rejection sampling, in mathematics, a technique used to generate observations from a distribution
  • In zoology, the shunning of one or more animals in a litter

lunes, 7 de marzo de 2011

El arte del parchado

Cubrimos las imperfecciones pensando que desapareceran, pero son justamente ellas las que potencian la belleza del total.

It is in what we try to conceal where our true beauty resides.

domingo, 6 de marzo de 2011

go team


We are all somehow joined together, just not all playing for the same team.

-a sunday night thought-

viernes, 4 de marzo de 2011


Consegui una guillotina y le hice honor a su nombre.
Ahora tengo mas fotos que antes.

sprawl II (mountains beyond mountains)

You heard me singing and you told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
These days my life I feel it has no purpose
When late at night the feelings swim to the surface

‘Cause on the surface the city lights shine
They’re calling at me, come and find your kind
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise
Like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

We ride our bikes to the nearest park
Sat under the swings and kissed in the dark
We shield our eyes from the falling stars
We run away, but we don’t know why

Like a mirror the city lights shine
They’re screaming at us, we don’t need your kind
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise
Like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

You heard me singing and you told me stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
Can we ever get away from the sprawl?
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise
Like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

contain

Sopa & Niña.
Instinct to shelter.
Mother & Daughter.
These two are my family and family to eachother.
Today the 3 of us are home.
I cut pictures while they nap.
We listen to Arcade Fire - The Suburbs -

jueves, 3 de marzo de 2011


Frida is 82 and still has a sense of humor.
this was at her birthday celebration last night.
she is my grand mother.

miércoles, 2 de marzo de 2011

mis contradicciones.

summary.


Now all the photographs I have are on the floor next to the letters.
The cats run around playing with the images and words of my past...it is lovely.

black cat

niña, nacio con canas pero cada vez se le notan menos.
niña sobrevivio a su hermano patas.
niña esta creciendo rapido.
pero en esta familia siempre sera: niña.
Me dijo: "estas fuera de lugar" y yo pienso como se puede estar fuera de lugar si siempre se esta en alguno...

love letters


I have keept every word that has been given to me out of love, today as I cleaned out my drawers... I realized that I am a millionaire.
What to do with all these words?, I do not want to keep them folded away.
Sugesstions are welcomed.
(no I will not burn or throw them away)