19 July 2013

...scetching...



my new dada....  my son once was scetching!


& I read this:

... The bad thing about writing is :
You write, this, what comes to life from your fingures
and if this is a disgust, slam, punch or pain,
it comes without your wish

because of the natural need of writing...

(translation from the greek book, Afilando Nuestras Vidas)


and now replace the words "writing" and "write"
with the words " scetching" or creating"

I hope you understand a bit of me



tic tac toe





1 July 2013

my respect to Edward Gorey






3 months I was fighting to finish them...
only thread & stitch...

22 June 2013

my little stitch

broches...
my new occupation! embroidery!









June 2013

Fabrica & Fisalida.... are coming!

pillows to paint!

&


my new game.... memory & colors

14 April 2013

just a scratch

12/4/2013





 it was just a scratch, dear friend...



I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real
The needle tears a fole, the old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away, but I remeber everything
What have I become? my sweetest friend
everyone I know, goes away in the end

& you could have it all, MY EMPIRE OF DIRT
I will let you down, I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns, upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear
You are someone else, I am still right here
What have I become? my sweetest friend
everyone I know, goes away in the end

& you could have it all, MY EMPIRE OF DIRT
I will let you down, I will make you hurt

If I could start again, a million miles away
I would keep myself, I would find a way