Posts Tagged ‘mexico’

Leen like A Chola 2009

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

A time in a womyn’s life came where she had to decide where to take her persona to become. It so happened in the spring of 2008, when Vatalina took over Catalina’s entire life for a week, including Cata’s birthday to give herself birth into human form. Though her presence was momentary, her memory lasts and will be incarnated as a guerrilla performance installation artist this fall.

Many wonder what will become of Vatalina, will her Vato ever make it out of jail? She said she loves his letters. Especially the one with the toothbrush tattoo of her name on his chest. That one is beautiful!! Her cholo wrote her “i tried writing on my heart, but the ink kept smudging.” So apparently he closed his chest back up, glued the skin back together and got to work. It’s notable he strayed from the gothic lettering and totally bubble lettered that mess making it look just so tyt!!!!

Vatalina said that the conjugal visit she fought didn’t get her pregnant, so she’s getting bored now and started to try doing stuff. She also says that she saw the judge’s pee-pee but it just wasn’t worth it to try and get another visit if it now meant having to bone two dudes.

I say OHMY!

So anyways. I guess that is a Chola lifestyle. This is the proudest vata I have encountered so far. GADDAMN.

Vatalina is coming back, she is feeling NYC this fall, and she said to me that she hopes the weather will be nice during her stay.

HORARIO:

—————————————————————————————

Interesting to note that in the situation changed from an academic environment to a busy-street environment the amount of race and gender harassment increased greatly………………….. I am shocked by a lot of the dangerous behaviour to which I unknowingly exposed myself……….. Fashion district as previously experienced in other cities of the world – Santiago, Lima, LA, Mumbai – has never before felt so dangerous and scary. The storeattendants were all cordial :) but outside was demoniacal to a deep degree?? S T R A N G E.
It was very similar to the rave experience, where the only way to get away from people filling ears up with drugtalk is to go buy a thing.
VATALINA 2008 was set on a university campus entirely, which gave way to much friendlier and positive interaction with the environment.

Related Posts:

too indoors too spoiled im rotting :(

Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

aah peippurrr baaeg inna paaahntr3E whieerr ai kepz chokalate seiif itt raeelly unlikke ne1 gunn eet it cuzz mai wearrrd chakklet addeksshun
well A lleiilltl guaail eggo aai nuttshed sum tamperzz widt!!!!1!!!11 OMGZZZZ WUTTTT an I fiinz so:

LarrgeTzz marseepn sosij!!!!!! Fraalzzz

bt me IZ ussd 2 dis:


(da sheelieen way do0dz)

aandd sum shithooll stik DIS n mai krruoogr Bag O g00diiezz:


(da gearrmunn way d0odzz)

SOIWUZLIKE WTFOMG BOOOOOOOOO >( Jhoo tamprddd wid ma shittt!!!! MAI SHKLATE BAG
sho ai putz in sekrrt spot ^.^

k denn tudai I jom ALUUN aginn an remembr shoklade
BUTIDUNNWANNA eet da mexicnn espaiZi chokladd
so I eet dis ANDGUESSWAAT

IT S0OO TAZTSEE!!!!!

andOMG seerchin marseepn pics I SEE DIS 2:




wowOWowoOWOWOWOWOWowowoOWOWOW DAS 2 EET!!!!!!!!

immagit caveetiixx

Related Posts:

the moment when reality kinda focused a lil bit, and somehow everything

Friday, April 4th, 2008

cat food watermelon

ok,this is the first image i ever saw in class, like actually payed attention. I was about fifteen when this happned, something clicked in my glia which told my neurons to say fuck it, make art.

i man, if i said “everytime i see watermelons i think of cans of catfood” i foully would be lying and pretending a life of a college art student, which i am entielrly not, … a mere scientist :D

so back to tht imag

ah… persona installatipon, personal performances, ideologies of gender performative necessity of daily-ness

and lots of existential nonsense… not entirely necessar

and now im blogging

so then i went to the moca exhibit of Gabriel Orozco back in the day when I was still this young…  :P

and not because the watermelon image changed my life, but mailnly because I had a crazy painting teacher that summer which pushed me to try mixed media to a further extent.  thus arriving at this:

games and pointless ness… everything from which everything is built upon.

i almost cried when  well i actually cried when i saw him spit at inside the dallas museum of art this spring breaka breakak my hear  … i refuse to believe that his installation is anything else than plaster  anything more than dry god spit. i mean its “foamy” ;) in hte corner of the room… and slowly spreading or aka gallery

Related Posts:

Switch to our mobile site