I truly believe art is life and becoming a Grandmother is a definitive artform.
In her book "Becoming Grandma" Lesley Stahl writes about growing a whole new chamber in her heart, to being swooned and elated while holding her new granddaughter in her arms. It truly resonated with me, it explained the bond I feel when I hold my grandson in my arms. I do not want to let go. I feel his heart, watch him wrap his little fingers over mine and it is like the Buddha says, achieving a state of contentment, love and gratitude. (Photo courtesy of Juli Gonzalez)
Bright light between
The vertical lines
Of the most beautiful
Creamy maize grasses
Moved softly aside
As we walked down the path
With Rey and Bambina
The backlit vision of them
The nature of their softness
The grace of their movement
All in perfect synchrony
I remember one of my Design teachers giving us an assignment which had to do with creating a textural board that would give information on shape, form and feel to a blind person. After we all turned in our projects, he proceeded to critique the work by blindfolding himself and going on a sensory trip through our work.
Back to one of our first learned languages being the touch of our Mother's skin we learn to develop this sense. Nature helps by guiding us, through a world of textures starting with the bark of a tree, or the smoothness or roughness of a rock.
In my heart I feel that texture marks the layers of time, like the layers of the earth marking the impact of weather patterns through time. It shapes the surface into something rich with history.
Love can be represented in many ways. With a simple gift or a kind gesture, by listening, making love, taking care of someone, making a loving call, cooking a meal, sharing a moment and the list goes on. A good thing that there are so many ways to show love. But when it comes to being the one on the receiving end... selfishly all we want is to be number one in the eyes of the one we love.
I grew up in Mexico City, in a Cuban-Mexican household. There I learned about family legacies, color, music, chile, ajo and the drama of life. My college years were spent in California studying graphic design. Married with one child, my husband, George and I spent the next 27 years in the East coast between NY and CT working as designers.
After the millennium we looked for a change of life, we started to create our own art. In 2007 moved to Todos Santos, BCS. Shortly after we re-invented ourselves learning how to make bread and bought Peace and Loaf, an artisanal bakery. We dedicated ourselves to baking bread for two years after which we realized left no time for the development of our art. So we made another turn and in this chapter we live our life with art as our focus.Twelve years enjoying the crashing of the waves, living and painting we find ourselves a little older and making our way back to the US. Santa Fe is the destination.