Cristina Muñiz

My work

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Needs a home. Open studios on October 28th Westport and Main in Kansas City.

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If you could take time and share this for me I would be so grateful.

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My studio at The Drugstore in Kansas City.

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Dieter Roth Diaries, 1965-1998. Hardcover leatherbound diary with drawings, coloured sketches, collages (cover) 17.5 x 11 x 3 cm / 6 7/8 x 4 3/8 x 1 1/8 inches. © Dieter Roth Estate. Courtesy Hauser & Wirth

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Drawing wall in my studio.

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After visiting Chicago, this came together. 

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I will have plenty of work (paintings and work on paper) to see in all sizes and prices at #openstudios. Here's some fresh drawings. #cristinamuniz #kansascityart #emergingartist (at The Drugstore)

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Times With You

You and I, every morning after the hustle of preparing, in the car. Stop and go driving. I’d watch as you would get out at the new stops. You were the salesman, so confident each time. In and out, in and out. I’d watch you my father, full of pride. You naturally took the role of asking and when the offer was turned down you kept going, with pride. Our situation is what led us to this. Our character grew because of it. We still had our hands, to do things. We used what little our government gave us, we survived the situation.

And yes, we have papa ranchera.

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Crack of Dawn

We three wake up everyday to continue the routine that we chose to have. We chose to stand even though we fell to the ground. We were still on the ground. We stayed in motion to keep the top of our heads above this dirty water that had surrounded us all. Every morning at the crack of dawn.

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Super Bowl Sunday

You never got sick, you never took a day off and you somehow always saved the day. To think of some things you taught me. Learning to fit the puzzle pieces right, reading my first book, tying my shoe laces, untangling my hair, kneading masa for tortillas, doing eye makeup.

On that Super Bowl Sunday everyone was arriving and I went to your bedroom to find you slumped down in pain.

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Temple Square

Oh we loved the house at first, it was very roomy for a one story home. I especially loved the bay window makeshift bedroom garage, that was my room and my studio. I believe we loved the layout of the house so much that we ignored those dark uneasy feelings we would experience in certain areas within it. As quickly as we loved the house, we wanted nothing to do with it after we lost her.