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La artista interior

Recientemente mire un grupo en facebook que cree hace años llamado "Jugando con colores", el cual tiene varios de mis trabajos pictóricos. Visitar la colección pictórica del grupo me ha dejado, tristemente, un sabor amargo en la boca. Todos y cada uno de esos dibujos y cuadros los hice yo, pero a hoy no me siento capaz de hacer algo remotamente parecido a muchas de las piezas que están allí. Ya en un post anterior (Véase: "Mi musa e inmigración" Abril 2011), comentaba como sentía que había mutado mi musa, de ser una musa pictórica a una escritora. De alguna forma hoy mas que nunca siento que necesito volver a pintar, a pintar como lo hacia antes, sin pensar, sin planear, sin parar. Tengo ahora, mas que antes, libertad y tiempo para dedicale horas, días y meses a creaciones, adicionalmente he transformado una parte de mi casa en un casi estudio artístico, pero tristemente aun no siento la fluidez de antes cuando me enfrento una hoja en blanco. Temo aveces que mi ar...

Playing with graphic design

Well, I'm not a graphic designer, but some times I like to pretend I can be one!. When I was in the school of marketing and advertising, I learned somethings about graphic design. In fact, part of the reason why I got into the program of El Instituto de Artes (Ideartes) was because of the combination of the WHY & TO WHOM & WHEN (marketing) + HOW & WHERE (advertising). This is the latest "creation" for The Community Alliance of Tenants' 15th-anniversary party. For those of you that read me from Portland, mark your calendar! the party is on Dec 2 at 6:30 and is going to be fun.!!

This is Friendship

(Abajo Español) "It is one of the severest test of friendship to tell your friend of his faults. If you are angry with a man, or hate him, it is not hard to go to him and stab him with words; but so to love a man that you cannot bear to see the stain of sin upon him, and speak painful truth through loving words--this is friendship. Our enemies usually teach us what we are, at the point of the sword" — Henry Ward Beeche. I woke up this mooring thinking of friends and mistakes. Mistakes that have cost me friendships. I know, and I'm sure, I may have not always be there for my friends in the way they had needed me to be; indeed, some times I have opened my mouth when it was time to be in silence and listen. I'm harsh, imprudent and moody; likewise, not always notices my falls and usually feel that I'm right! However, I believe, I'm able to deal with my mistakes and humbly recognize when I have done wrong, trying to be a better person and, if possi...

Beauty Mark

I didn’t feel anything. His sharp knife cut my skin easily, and the adrenaline rushed through my body, helping me to avoid the pain. My brain was too busy to think. My whole body was in survival mode. On a Wednesday morning, of 2007, I gained a particular beauty mark. That particular Wednesday started like any other day. I woke up and went to work. While I was working, I realized that some of the double size prints weren’t ready. We needed to pack them for the show, so I had to take care of that. Around 10 am I walked out of the office, and down the street thinking I would enjoy a little walk before taking a taxi that would take me to the printer place. I noticed the young man passing by on the motorcycle as I started to walk down the street. He didn’t look dangerous to me, so when I saw him a half street later pulling over and walking toward me, I may have thought that he was lost, but he wasn’t. “Give me your purse or I’ll cut you,” he said in a threatening tone. He was show...

Change

Change is the only thing that is constant in the universe, yet, sometimes, I have a hard time accepting that is happening, that have happened, and will happen again; however I will get there. I know I have changed, as well my relationships with others: family, coworkers and friends. Some of this changes have been easy, others are still hard, but at the end they are necessary for growth and transforming me in the person I want to be. I know that nothing in life is random, and all little things are part of a the bigger picture. Is hard to open up to change, but it is part of human nature, and the universe. When the process of adaptation to what is new ends, it may be easier to see new opportunities and the past with other eyes. Learn for your experience and mistakes, and keep becoming a better person.

Popular Wisdom

I want to dedicate this post to some of my favorites everyday expressions that show "popular wisdom" and, I'll try to translate them into English! Maybe, just maybe one day I'll learn all their English versions, or will create ones ( I'm already working on it!) - Mas sabe el diablo por viejo que por diablo: More knows the devil for old than for devil - Estamos cagados y con el agua lejos: We have shit on our pants and the water is way too far! - Mas feo que pegarle a la mamá: That is uglier than hitting your mom! - Cria cuervos y te sacaran los ojos: Raised crows and they will put your eyes out. - Tras de goda, hinchada: Not only fat but swollen More to come but in the meantime, feel free to add some of yours to the comments!

Ilusion sobre Ruedas

NOTA: Esta es una crónica escrita por mi hermana, Maritza Maya (QEPD), durante sus años de estudio de Comunicación Social en la U de A. Publico esta crónica como un homenaje a mi hermana y a mi papa, en estos días cercanos al día del padre. English below Spanish text, keep in mind that it is a Spanish original document. Advertencia: Esta no es una crónica sobre el ciclismo, el ciclista o la novia del ciclista.... lo es sobre el padre, el héroe de sus hijos. Ilusión Sobre Ruedas Cuando eramos chiquillos, papá solía llevarnos aver pasar los corredores de la vuelta a Colombia. Madrugábamos a los gritos de Julio Arrastría y en medio del frío de la mañana montados en el carro ibamos a la autopista o a Las Palmas. Encendía el radio ensordecedoramente, montaba a los mas pequeños en la tapa del auto y perd;ia su mirada en el tumulto, atento al paso del loter identificando para nosotros a Lucho a a Parra. Sus ojos brillaban al paso de las ciclas, pero luedo tomaban un aire melancóli...