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[aiiaiiiyo]

my mom (and her best friend) the day she met my dad (1983) Check this blog!

[communityandcollaboration-16]

"Slanguage" - Mario Ybarra, Jr. and Karla Diaz

[selfandother-16]

Artist Statement Draft

As a budding artist, what makes my work notable isn't its craft, or its tendency towards the emotionally-engaging. My art showcases a combination of unique style and jumbled messages. In this way, one can see that I am consciously trying to be different, to divert from the status quo, and thus sometimes lose sight of what the purpose of my art is. This is my artistic identity. My work strives towards perfection, but ultimately fails to attain a level of proficiency due to my unsure nature. Where I normally work with traditional mediums such as pencil and paper, creating a self portrait without the body has forced me to become even more lost than I already appear. Just as I hide beneath a cloak of fabrics upon my head and neck, or a veil of brooding and self-doubt, I'm hiding my work from the public eye for fear of scrutiny. My self portrait aims to build upon these emotions through the movement and variety of scarves on a still subject – ideally, a mannequin or minimally dressed model. I want the various fabrics and patterns to do the talking, the breathing, the living – and not the object beneath. I want them to profess love, to exclaim fear, and above all, fervently express a sense of inner turmoil. I want the self portrait to emotionally engage where it's craft may seem shoddy. In addition to the scarves and subject, I plan to utilize such materials as chicken wire and scissors. These will add to the chaos of the overall pieces. The concept of self in my eyes is, in short, a mess of emotions. But it is through this volatility and rawness that I know my true colors will be seen, this time for all the world to see, and not just a select few. Complexity is the key to my mysterious nature.

[selfandother-16]

my experiences with The Other are often perceived in black and white, good versus bad, in my eyes. I am constantly worrying about what the Other thinks of me. Can they see me shaking? Do they notice my stuttering? If they do, surely they're judging me, writing it off as some embarrassing ailment. On the other hand, I care deeply for The Other. When a student, adolescent, or adult needs a person to reach out to, I would happily take the role of counselor. Even then, they may not consider me a friend, but I won't forget what I did to make them smile.