lunes, 28 de noviembre de 2011

"you never stop growing..."
exile + exile + daughter of exile...there was a lamp made of many old lamps, and many boxes full of documents of a common memory, our memory. A richness: "we had a culture world in common." 

jueves, 17 de noviembre de 2011

T. was directing a theatre play with 3 parts and he told me I was in the part called: "I am".


miércoles, 16 de noviembre de 2011

I am looking from outside through the window of the house in Xilotzingo, and I see with pain and envy how inside lives a happy family that has taken advantage of all the posibilities of the house...but suddenly I realize that there is a part that I did not sold...

jueves, 10 de noviembre de 2011

...there is a party in the night, near by, I am with R. and we can exchange lots of information through our anahata and vishuddha chackras, he is in the other side of the world. But I find out that we soon will be gone so we better get in peace with our closest loved ones.

miércoles, 9 de noviembre de 2011

...I had a dress with many layers and I wanted to have one simpler, like the one of A.
...but then I realized that mine was the corresponding one, and quite unique and special.
Dreamed in Tepoztlán, Mexico 1997.
Drawn in Geneva, 2011.