The email: I have been following your blog and it has been very similar to what I have been talking about in therapy for weeks now.  The keeping busy thing.

My response:  I don’t know.  The “busy-ness” is a weird thing.  I mean it’s even a little bit weird that I don’t take vacations- if I travel for any length of time, it is wrapped into work.  It’s about the only way I am able to go anywhere and validate the cost and time.  If that’s not weird, I don’t know what is.  I unfortunately think that there is an enormous amount of “being American” in that (a whole other beast in the identity thing).  Success comes with ambition and we are such a society of cut throat, self absorbed ants or worker bees.  It’s not all that acceptable to “rest.”  And I think that keeping busy allows us to ignore or put off acknowledging what is more important- our emotional stability or even our thriving spirit.  One thing I did learn from Anne (my old therapist) is that I can’t be all work- because there are equally important things that need to be nurtured.  With their repression, it only leads to a meltdown.  And well, I’m still learning…. One thing I do leverage often is working.  I know I can do that well and it helps boost the aspects of me that I think are lacking.  And the weird thing is that working now has become almost meditative at times and in a way, it helps feed the spiritual aspect to things.  But I had to determine what spirituality was to me… and i see it as something I do and I feel completely present, myself, and aware of what I am doing.  And honestly, it shifts and changes- I think I got a lot when I was knitting constantly…. I know that when I bake, it is somewhat spiritual.  And the times I get to work out/yoga my focus is mostly on that (when I’m into it, which I haven’t been entirely the past month).  And I really really like to travel and learn new things while I also like to transform my apartment to be a home, which I’m most focused on now.  I’m trying really hard to not just settle for things because that should be just “good enough.”  I’m trying to think about what I really really want and get that.  I’m freaking worth it- life doesn’t have to be a consolation prize.  Yes, I’m struggling, but I’m struggling less than I was four years ago…. and so much less than 10 years ago.  It only makes me think that in my core that I need to switch the label from “struggling less” to “succeeding.” That is an enormous hurdle for me.  I can easily see the glass that is half empty- especially when it is in regards to my perceived shortcomings.  It’s all a matter of re-programming the tape.  I’m still figuring out how to do that- but I do know something is working.  Call this superficial but me moving into this apartment came at a time where it was completely my own terms.  I wasn’t breaking up with anybody to move.  I moved because I wanted better for myself.  Not to move in with someone, not to move out from someone…. the last time I remember doing that was my decision to move to grad school.  That’s twelve years ago!  And yes, I have made subsequent moves but many against my better judgement or when I have felt the twinge of uncertainty that I didn’t listen to.  My move is that significant to me.  This is a place that I waited around for and I was picky and no one else has anything to do with it.

Anyway readers, for those of you who read my blog and have personally written to me, I thought this response was something that you may be interested in reading.  I know walking around on this rock can be confusing, frustrating, and even hyper-ventilation inducing  but fundamentally we all have to find the balance in whatever we are doing and trying to be.  Sometimes it’s a easy as switching the perspective from half empty to half full.  But believe me, I totally understand that it’s easier said than done.  I’ll raise my glass to trying!

So I just had the realization that today’s date is September 18th.  What does that mean?  Well, today would have been my 6th year wedding anniversary.  It’s somewhat shocking for me because that seems like a whole other person during a lifetime ago.  And while I honestly don’t have any regrets, I am actually so thankful.  Divorce was one of the hardest things I had to do.  I don’t think I could have told anyone that beforehand.  Divorce is very different from a relationship break up.  I admit- before I was married, I would have had the opinion that divorce is just a break up where lawyers are involved.  Emotionally, that is not the case.  At.  All.

Divorce is the death of a role within yourself that you may feel you do not have the means to fulfill or a role that you feel you failed miserably at.  My ex-husband would probably tell you that I was a sorry excuse for a wife.  I was way to consumed with my career and way to liberated to be June Cleaver while barefoot and pregnant.  I simply was never every those things.  Perhaps, for most people, that would suggest that I am selfish.  That’s most likely what my ex-inlaws would say and have said about me.

But I wonder why these roles come with so much dogma.  I wonder why it is such a commendable achievement for there to be “Mr. Moms.”  It’s supposed to be such a considerable achievement to overcome one’s masculinity to stay at home and take care of the domestic life.  Those gender role requirements really make me nuts.

I know I’ve talked of it all before- especially after seeing Judy Chicago last year, about having it all- the career, the husband, the house, the kids, the bank account, the friends.  And again I look back on how things have played out for me.  I took an active part of formulating my identity outside of gender.  I take pride in my independence and that I finally emotionally put myself in a place where I do not need the confines of gender expectations to dictate my behavior and who I am.  But going back to what today is- there is so much in the divorce from that.  Divorce is taking a stand and rejecting all those societal labels that many feel are achievements.  And bucking the system, seems to suggest that there is something wrong with you.  But I am happy to say, that there would be something terribly wrong if I stayed in that construct.  One could even describe it as a Stepford Wife situation….. where the men create robots that are supposed to resolve their own insecurity.  I do believe men deal with the same expectations as women however it is far less acceptable for them to emote it.

But I feel like I type to you today, overcoming becoming a Stepford Wife.  I am thrilled to not be miserably going about life blankly doing what is expected of me because I’m at a certain station in life.  Fulfillment is far more rewarding when it is within my own terms.

So I write all of this here, why?  Last I checked, my work is so much a part of grasping and identifying who I am.  And I think anyone can feel the pressure of what that is.  But again, what it looks like to be a person of our own making is something I continually look to develop.  You may not care about what my process is and you may not care to outside of the “Stations” I refer to but I do think it takes a remarkable amount of strength to not play the comparison game or the “should” game (“I’m 37.  I SHOULD be married with a family and mortgage.”).  I surely cannot say that I’m invincible to it.  I do dip into comparing myself to others but then I remind myself about the shell I became trying to be someone I wasn’t.  Where I am now, a whole and full person of entirely my own making,  is FAR more rewarding.

Maira Kalman- click to view her TED talk.

I came home tonight to finish the last grant I have to write for now but I was sidetracked with TED talks.   If you don’t already know, TED talks are wonderful 20 minute lectures given by scientists, artists of all kinds, technological entrepreneurs, business people etc. typically about aspects of creativity.  If you haven’t seen them, you should check them out.  I just watched one given by Maira Kalman.  She is a New Yorker illustrator and a self professed dreamer.

I think what I truly love from this lecture was the statement that “she doesn’t know anything.”  She went to college to be a writer (however did much knitting).  She began to draw on the whim of “how hard can it be.”  What I love about artmaking is that really…. how hard is it?  I think I can easily rattle around a studio and make pretty things and be done with it.  It’s not hard but I do find that I can make it hard.  Really hard.  I think often we can get in our own way.  She suggests the more you know, the more restricted you become.  There is a sense of truth in that.  Like I’ve said in the past, I’m a trained metalsmith…. perhaps I should suggest that I am a recovering metalsmith.  I often would dismiss ideas that I couldn’t  convey in metal.  Seems strange but for a long time I thought that way and it only took the possibility of not being able to make ANYTHING to snap out of it.  Kalman doesn’t suggest to drop out of school and run from education- I think Kalman’s point is to lose the boundaries we place on ourselves.  We can learn from more than school- allow life things to inform what we do professionally as well and to not pat myself on the back too much, I do think I am professional at that.

I have talked with Karla about this in the past.  I have felt that I have spent much of my post-metalsmith career “catching up” with my colleagues.  I sometimes feel I should have a wider vocabulary, keener eye.  I always think I should be better.  What I love about her talk is that one should value not knowing anything.  Not knowing anything allows you to be the most creative.  But I think what this really is about is the “bogging down” that we do.  People often dismiss understanding art.  They are intimidated by the gallery atomosphere and are mystified by the visual vocabulary.  And often it’s very simple and rather accessible if one just gets out of their own way to see it.  There is a common thread here and it’s outside of the “training” one has to make art.  It is a means of communication one human to another.  It’s as simple as that.  And often time I believe I get into the studio and I bog myself down with what I am doing there.  When really, how could I not know?  It’s as simple as I sit here and write and I don’t need to overthink it (as I have been lately).

Kalman asks “how do we know when we are ourselves?  How do we know that is true?”  Huge question.  And she takes us around a humorous string of visual thoughts informed by her heritage and education.  Surely that informs us however can we really say that is who we are?  We can wander down that road and stop there (and many do) but many know there is more to us than that.  So when do we know….

Creativity, I think, is a clue.  One can’t be taught creativity- one can either invite it to flourish or repress that it’s there.  We can talk ourselves out of anything.  We can make excuses about “why” we can’t do it (we don’t know how, we don’t understand, we don’t have time, we don’t have what we need).  But I think allowing creativity is the key to knowing ourselves.

She simply states “Ich habe genug (From a Bach cantata- she translates this, so watch the link)…. I happen to be alive.  End of discussion.”

PS.  I also watched a talk given by Gary Vaynerchuk and despite the f bombed soaked ‘do what you love’ theme- I would like to quote him when he professed what it takes to succeed: “If you love smurfs, smurf it up!”  That and “Domino’s Pizza, bring back the Noid.”
Heather Fun fact #52.  My first job was as a phone girl for Domino’s Pizza and for extra money, I dressed up as the Noid for birthday parties and publicity events.   Yup, red spandex.

But I don’t write to fill you in on my schedule. I thought that maybe I would continue on with excerpts and ramblings from my artist lecture. A constant in my work has been references to the body. I think this attention culminated in a perfect storm of events that connected around the time I was in Seattle. As you already know, I began studying the theme of Hamlet’s Ophelia.
sidenote- I totally geeked out last night and watched Hamlet on PBS. And can I just tell you it was this modern-ish version with David Tennant from Dr. Who playing Hamlet. Yup- I watch Dr. Who. I have since I was a kid. There’s a Heather funfact for you- I loves me some sci fi.

While looking to Pre-Raphealite painting, one thing that has always been apparent is the voluminous amounts of hair depicted on the women. During this study, I discovered that this was a purposeful choice of the painters. Hair, especially worn long and down, is representative of a juxtaposition of innocence and sexuality. Above is one of my favorite Millias paintings, entitled “The Bridesmaid.” I really love the Victorian method of symbolism in their paintings and it perhaps was formative in how I began to use metaphor and symbolism in my work. My opinion is that there is a profound connection to literature during the 19th century and something that perhaps we are not so connected to now. But we, as a society, seem to have replaced literature with movies, video games, and television- just a different way to tell a story with symbolism suggested in a new language of emoticons. All in all, one not better than the other- just different.

But again, I digress……. “The Bridesmaid” is a beautiful example the importance of hair. In this painting, the bridesmaid passes a piece of wedding cake through a wedding ring 5 times (Victorian tradition) in hopes to find her future husband. She wears an orange blossum on her gown which, according to the Victorian language of flowers, indicates innocence, eternal love, marriage and fruitfulness. The combination of these things indicates her desire and readiness to be married- her hair is down, suggestive she is young, innocent but also ready and willing/wishing to be married by wearing the orange blossum and doing the wedding ring custom. The lush amount of hair is certainly eye catching- I believe there is no question for a potential suitor that she is looking for a husband.

After completing this study, hair became something that I constantly thought about. To relieve stress during graduate school, I worked cleaning a bed and breakfast. Yes, I like to clean to relieve stress. I think I’ve confessed it before but new readers, now you know. Part of that job was eliminating any remnant of former guests in rooms and hair is typically the major culprit. I spent a summer on my hands and knees picking up as many hairs as I saw be it head hair, leg hair or pubic hair. A nightmare is always someone who used the tub and shaved their legs- ugh, so much hair. What happened here was seeing hair on the flip side of the coin. It became gross and when really thinking about it, hair when on one’s head is considered beautiful but when not attached to the body, disgusting. So I began to read about it. And i began to really understand the psychological impact of hair. As humans, we are covered with hair but we trim, manage, and control our hair as a subconscious method of controlling our animalism. Egyptians shaved all of their hair so that they would be considered higher beings- higher than animals, at least. But when this is our own choice, it is a method of conscious supremacy- when our hair is taken from us against our will, it becomes a situation of shame and embarassment. Holocaust victims were shaved for this exact reason, as a form of emotional rape. They became vulnerable.

So hair became such an obsession of mine and I set out to create “unrequited” or a piece that I often refer to as the hair bed. Working at the bed and breakfast, I became a silent participant in creating a romanticism- a perfect environment, Xanadu even. But I then thought back to the Bridesmaid, hair down- innocent, vulnerable, yet in a position to attract a suitor so also considered sexual and passionate. But what if she does not find her suitor- she then becomes a sad, frail being. The hair bed was a rickety bed i forged out of steel and created a mattress filled completely of hair- long red hair. Of course, color is important here. Historically, red hair is rare and thought of a mystical. Women with red hair were thought of as witches or unruly. I guess if I think about it this would be my first conscious use of red in my work. Red is such an emotional color- women with red hair are considered the same- ever hear the term “fiery redhead?”

While completing “unrequited” I had an accident that severed the tendons in my wrist. This brought the body to a different awareness. I began to feel more vulnerable and the idea of stitching and mending was thrust to the forefront. I took numerous pictures of my wrist (that I never developed however i think I just found the roll of film- FILM- yes film!!). Now with the possible loss of my hand, it weighed so much on who I thought I was. It was frightening but it also was probably the biggest gift i could have ever received. I began thinking about our bodies vulnerability and became fascinated with skin.

I just started to become aware of Kiki Smith and her fearless voracity she depicted the body. She was not afraid to show us at our most animalistic and our most vulnerable.

It probably took a few years for me to have the similar strength to depict the body in this manner. In my pieces “Ode to a Seattle Goose,” I began to exhibit the emotional toll of a relationship I had. It was difficult and exhausting but now enters my use of sugar as a primary medium…….

(stay tuned for my next posting where i talk more about all things sugar)

Well, I finally got some images to show you that I am indeed part of all these things I tell you about and definitely not an imposter!  What this means- I got the pictures from my friend from all the past month events.  So now you may imagine along that you were there….  Look- there is you next to me and my dad (above)!  You are so cool!

My gallery talk went really well this week and I had a modest group of lovely people there.  It was a comfortable chat with some of my favorite people.  I talked lot about where architect’s daughter evolved from and how it can to be in Arts Lehigh.  I can’t really rehash it so much for you however what I can do is upload the lovely exhibition statement that was hanging outside the room (see below).

My suggestion is to read the exhibition statement in my voice and look at the pictures and imagine being there.  If you come to this website on any type of regular basis, you have some creative inclinations and can certainly try to envision the event.  Regardless, it was really nice- so nice that I would make a little button about the day and wear it to remember always. (dear sweet reader, I am in one weird mood today).

Anyway, there are pics of that lovely day BUT WAIT…. there’s more!  And yes, I do notice the trend of wearing black to every event.  It’s weird.  But I need to buy and iron so I can iron my other, more colorful clothes. 

The next group are from the beautiful Friday window tour with the One Stone Collective.  There really couldn’t have been more beautiful of a day (except for maybe this week where the weather is totally gorgeous….. but that was the first beautiful 70 degreee weather days that we had).

Anyway, here you can put some faces with names.  The gals were great and, as you already know, were a total hit!

 (ugh, I so need a haircut)  This is me introducing the group.  In the pic behind me you’ll see- (left to right) Bea, Corey, Merissa, and Meghan.  Unfortunately this is the only pic Meghan appears in but she was a great presence that day!

Merissa talking about her work- and not talking about how her hair is so much better cared for than mine.

Corey with her attentive crowd in the reflection.

Bea talking about her work.  She told me before the tour that in her research for her work she found out why pencils are yellow.  It’s actually because when pencils were just going into production in the late 1870′s, doors opened to China as an industry trade potential.  Yellow is a royal color in China and therefore in honor of the Chinese and good relations with them, the first pencil company created yellow pencils.  Wow!

I’m a sucker for a blurry picture every time.  This is in Marcie’s installation.

Below, you can see the great group that collected in Chores for the final reception (before we headed off to have dinner at Nawab).  We did not discuss my hair at dinner however it is maybe all I’m thinking about now that I look at these pictures.

No rest for the weary yet, stay tuned to my final preparations for the Red Show opening up this Friday!  Details to come! 
I’ll also post the professional pics of the installation when I get them.  sssooooooo much better than mine!

I’m having I guess what could be considered a surreal day and I’m not sure how it has settled with me.  To catch you up- I hosted/facilitated the One Stone’s exhibit tour yesterday to a smiling group of 25 people.  I was absolutely thrilled to get such a turnout with such support from campus and Banana Factory.  I’m going to have to update you on that at another time because I think where my head is at will not do it justice (plus I don’t have the photos since they were taken by a friend- hopefully they will be in my hands soon!).

Today was Barba-del’s memorial service.  I was at service completely organized by her as she is a woman who chose to live by her own standards.  When she realized she was ill, she began to take measures to ensure that she be remembered by the people who knew and loved her best. 

I parked my car on Hamilton Street, surprised to even get a spot right out front of the House of Chen, her favorite restaurant.  I was greeted out front by Mia, Barba-del’s daughter, where I introduced myself and was recieved with a warm “Campbell” welcome.  Mia and her friend (who’s name is escaping me at the moment- I’m sorry!)  seemed to appreciate my blog posting about her which was a beautiful feeling that I could do her such justice.  I was however whisked inside where Mia insisted that I find a necklace to wear since I came sans jewelry.  What was I thinking?  If you knew Barba-del, she always wore such mountains of jewelry and I’m not sure if I really fathomed the amount of jewelry she had.  I walked around a table chock full of baskets filled to the brim with her jewelry and all the women, in Barba-del’s spirit, adorned themselves with her duds.  It was a little unsettling for me at first.  But then I really thought about it and looked around and here I saw a room of women and even some men, with large encrusted jewelry, all sharing stories and loving having that little bit of her.  This was Barba-del…. she talked to everyone and everything and here we all were doing the same.

Barba-del’s ceremony was all about friends sharing stories and having a good time.  I absolutely adored hearing about each and every letter she wrote- so many to the Morning Call and the New York Times.  So many that the Morning Call was heavily represented there at the ceremony.  And her suggestions to the New York Times to make the Sunday crossword harder… since she completed them in record time of 8 minutes (and their response apologizing for such a lack of a challenge). 

But then I had to leave and I dashed away to celebrate my fathers birthday for a great low key family dinner.  Iggy was in and proudly sat me down to watch his crazy dance.  Once the performances were complete, we watched “Up.”  Ok.  I realize that this borders on the blow by blow of my day however one thing I have been learning as of late (that a cherished friend has pointed out) is that there are no coincedences. 

I spent the afternoon listening about a woman who lived (and died) completely on her own terms.  Then I watched a (children’s) movie about a man, in the memory of his fearless wife, becomes absolutely fearless himself.

My dad is the first one to tell me the quote I now see on magnets everywhere: “Never ever ever ever give up. -Winston Churchill”
I haven’t talked about or saw that quote in a very long time but within the past few days, I have had it ringing in my head.  “Never ever ever ever give up.”

Hearing about the endless letters Barba-del wrote to the United States Postal Service to commemorate Paul Robeson on a postage stamp; watching this sweet story about a man achieve his wife’s dream- just distills into this Churchill quote for me.  I think I sometimes feel like I may be wayward- like who cares about what I make?  Why do I work so hard at the sacrifice of other things?  Why should anyone care about what I do?  Am I still making work hoping for the giant refridgerator magnet of approval?

I’m not sure.  I’m in another one of those weird spots, dear reader.  And I become hesitant to even post it but I think it’s fair to say that not every day can be roses. 

A flash of a discussion happened last night where we talked about “failures.”  When making art, one seems to not want to acknowledge struggle and failure.  Typically a visual artist will hide the failures from the viewer.  I’m not talking of any specific failure here regarding anything I’ve made- what I’m getting at is that a person who makes things, sometimes wonders why they even make them and does anybody care.  We all are weird little beings out there.  There are people who live and die every single day.  And how we are remembered is by what we leave behind- baskets of jewelry; an adventure book; maybe a painting but these things seem so little compared to the magnificence of people.  I love that I contribute to society and I believe that I will “never ever ever ever give up” but I guess sometimes I hope that I do not sacrifice too much for just a room of paintings.

Well, sweet readers, the long haul is complete however I don’t publish a finished image for you.  You need to come to my show to see that!

My first image is from where I last left you.  This  is the beginning of Plan B- and the beginning of hours sitting on that ladder making “onion paper.”  It’s been quite the process  and one where I have needed many hours of help in folding and sewing paper to attach to my sugar pieces.  I actually am quite happy with this solution and think it is more interesting than the initial sketch I envisioned for this wall.  So, go me!

After applying all the paper to be torn I then painted the floor and then set it all to dry for Sunday….. a reaaaallllyyyyyy long day.

Sunday morning I started in on finishing the onion paper then started the “scaffold” section of the room.  I actually wasn’t worrying about it so much UNTIL…..

…………I projected the video just to get the gist of how far the scaffold needs to go and the video looked completely stupid.  Now the video itself didn’t look stupid.  It was how it was framed on the wall.  I couldn’t get enough distance from the projected wall and have the scale of the image in proportion.  Now I had to redirect.  I moved the projector around the room and finally came up with a sufficient place to place the projector and maintain the character of the video’s presence.  I’m very happy with the result however it shifted the entire focal point.  And where I needed to build out the scaffold.  I guess one lesson here is about rolling with the punches- and listening to the work and what it wants (as Adriano would say).  I think it’s good to not push it.  I didn’t have time to fight it.  I was tired and sore and maybe even stressed over not being prepared for the week of school.  I don’t think my shoulders left my ears all day!

So finally, while in the home stretch, I was happy with where it was going.  The structure of the room maintained all the character that I had envisioned and I think I did it without tears- even when the big sugar broke.

The finally installation tally is as follows:

yards of fabric: 36
yards of paper, 36″ wide: 150
feet of wood: 33
number of nights sleeping on site: only one
number of cups of coffee drank: countless
number of times I watched “Pride and Prejudice”: 4
number of times I watched “what the bleep do we know”: 5.5
how many hours cursing sewing machines: way too numerous to count

To see the final result…….

PLEASE COME SEE MY SHOW, ARCHITECT’S DAUGHTER- MARCH 15 THROUGH MARCH 31
CLOSING RECEPTION: WEDNESDAY, MARCH 31; GALLERY TALK AT 4P
ARTS LEHIGH BUILDING, LEHIGH UNIVERSITY, 230 PACKER AVE, BETHLEHEM

Well sweet readers, I want to thank you for all the well wishes that have helped me plug along.  I have to say, as of yesterday, I began to feel better but this evening am dragging about again.  I’m taking a break at Arts Lehigh for now so that I may update you on my progress (and maybe plead for a delivery of waffles and ice cream…. a girl can dream, can’t she?)

After my bout with iMovie the other day at the media center, I was expecting today to be a battle with much bloodshed.  I’m thrilled to report that it went better than expected with the help of online tutorials.  It certainly was not easy and i have plenty to complete tomorrow but I am feeling better about my video component.  I will be camping out  there during the morning so if there are waffles coming, that is where you should send them.

I also am enclosing last night’s shot of the state of the room.  Believe me, I have progressed from there and in fact my prayers for an arid Arts Lehigh seem to have been answered because this massive piece is drying quite nicely.  I will be preparing to get it on the wall tomorrow afternoon and I will be so thrilled since this is the last piece of sugar to go up on the wall.  I am nearing the next phase of work and none too soon… there is plenty yet to go.

This is me about 5 minutes ago (look below- you haven’t seen me in a while, right?) after spending 2 hours making “onion paper.”  Arts Lehigh after hours becomes my full domain!  It’s actually kinda fun.  The Arts Lehigh house is just that- a house where the offices for Arts Lehigh are but also the hotel facility for the campus’s visiting artists.  I happen to be staying here tonight and for the weekend…. much to Marigold’s dismay.  The fun thing about it is that I am set up in the living room (which is next to the installation if you can tell) and I have been sewing away making onion paper and watching movies.  Tonight for a little bit of energetic encouragement, I watched “what the bleep do we know”-twice, because I feel like it didn’t seep in enough the first time.  I think next up on the agenda is my old stand by, “Pride and Prejudice (Ang Lee version).”  I just can’t get enough of that movie and think am approaching seeing it in the multiple dozens.

But I guess no time to dilly dally… I wanted to assure you all that I am certainly still alive and kicking although at times, really feeling the “ick” in sick.  There has been sooooo much going on that I am dying to also report so stay tuned- it’s pretty cool stuff.  I mean I didn’t even get to report on my trip to Philly two weeks ago where I got the inside tour of the Fabric Workshop and Cao Qiang’s exhibit AND I have an awesome project I participated in that you should check out.  Now aren’t you in suspense!!!???

I’m pretty psyched- If you remember way back when, this show takes place at the Centro de Historia de Zaragoza- the place where I saw the David Lynch show.  The show is a pretty hot topic and is organized into 2 exhibitions- one that is Spanish singer/performer/poet Luis Eduardo Aute’s work (the first time ever exhibited) and the second exhibit is the contemporary response to his work.  Sergio thought I would be a great fit due to the themes of my work.  I’m happy to be showing with my friends there Paco, Olga, Fernando, Esther, and Rakel.  There are other artists too (but I didn’t meet them).

It’s pretty cool stuff!  I hope to have the catalog up for you soon.

Thanks to Sergio and Juan for their hard work!

Auteomatas Exhibition Dossier

(could it be the name?)

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