1/30/19 STOP! Take a second look at the muted hues, scribbles, and grafitti like text. It’s just the beginning. VICTORIA M. BARQUIN is a printmaker based out of Chicago who’s work is insightful in its texture and political in it’s universal analysis. In a recent exhibition called TILE FACTORY monotype prints like the ones […]
8/1/18 I look in the reflective glass mirror and swiftly cast my eyes away. What is this urge to run and hide that I feel deep inside? The eyes are the same, so blue and full of light. I’m afraid it’s too late, and what may they say before I venture out there, out there… […]
6/26/17 Notes to Myself: Dreams, like water droplets cling to the slippery, sharp edge like water droplets. Waiting to fall or evaporate into something else. Yet there they are so beautiful from the outside. Perfect in their form before they have begun to travel. Shall I go up close and look inside their shiny reflection? […]
6/13/17 Notes to Myself: In all the world there is a common thread of greatness. Built of atoms. We matter. The arrangements may vary and the external forms differentiated. The potential exponential if we see our common bond. It’s all there. Inside. Nothing to be created. Built of atoms. We matter.
5/24/17 Notes to Myself: When life gives you rice cakes… smother them with peanut butter? Is that what I’m doing? I’m not so sure I even like rice cakes but I’ve been eating them with peanut butter. Hmm… I love peanut butter.It reminds me of my childhood where peanut butter sandwiches were quite common. I […]
5/14/17 Notes to Myself: Mother’s Day. I’m a mother with a daughter. And a daughter without a mother. At times I think I’ve felt like an empty cable car. It’s hard to remember what my mother looked like it’s been so long since her passing. I was 24. Last night I remembered some watercolor paintings […]