Saint Remy-de-Provence: Van Gogh

A kilometer away from where Saint Remy de Provence ends, an unparalleled tour of the specific landscapes painted by VanGogh begins, with physical imagery that references his work. This path leads to the Monastery of Saint Paul de Mausole, a psychiatric institution (that is still operating as such today), where Van Gogh self-interned himself right […]

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We are one: Somos uno mismo

We share the same consciousness, but we have forgotten. We hurt others without realizing that by doing so, we are hurting ourselves. Braiding is a way of creating one out of many, which is precisely what is happening right now as thousands of people protest around the world. Racism is more alive than ever in […]

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The vocabulary of face-masks

Yesterday I went to the post-office. I hadn’t been ‘out’ in a while. Everyone was wearing face-masks. I made eye contact and smiled at several people like I always do, but obviously they couldn’t tell I was smiling and gave me cold stares in return. It reminded me of the isolation I felt when I lived in […]

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A Premonition: Fragmento uno

Ideas and insights into the future are up in the air. If you listen, sometimes you are able to grab them. But more often than not, the noise around you doesn’t allow you to listen. Yet when you do, you gear towards your purpose, as abstract as it might seem. It’s easy to think and to […]

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On braiding

On the surface of the unimaginable/ La superficie de lo inimaginable

The unimaginable happened. Time stopped. We have a truce for better or worse; we have a moment of silence to just be who we are, to remember who’s inside, aside from expectations, from timelines or deliverables. And yet that instant gratification system that we created and that we’ve become so accustomed to, forces us to keep […]

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Life in times of Coronavirus/ La vida en tiempos del COVID

Here we are, going through the same crisis almost at the same time: some countries are still living in the past, while others live in the future and we try to make sense of our present. I remember thinking for the longest time that if we had one common enemy, perhaps we would join forces. […]

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Those familiar faces

When did we decide that living apart was better than being together? It must have happened when we decided that work and achievements were our priorities. Not being busy seems to be so awful these days. And yet, it is well regarded to fragment ourselves. But are fragments created because of the distance, or are […]

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On mirrors and reflections/ Espejos y reflejos

I am obsessed by mirrors. For a long time I felt as if I didn’t exist. Only mirrors made me feel real. So I started collecting them,  hoping one of them would reflect me back who I thought I was. You know? Sometimes life has a way of changing you on the inside at a […]

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The Surrealism of Belonging/ El Surrealismo de Pertenecer

There is something very special about having surreal real friends; they have the capacity to pull you into their surreal worlds. Meet Nina Surel, a Miami-based Argentinian artist who owns a gallery known as the collective 62. She introduced me to ‘Women Who run with the Wolves,’ and if you know that book and you’ve […]

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The Invisible Thread: Canvas by Onda de Mar

The thing about mirrors is how they trick us into believing we are something that we are not: adjectives; adverbs; al those voices come to mind. I’m not at all what you see; I’m (like you) just a soul trapped inside a body going through the human experience. And yet, the story this mirror tells, […]

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The Anatomy of Passion

WHEN THE BODY FUNCTIONS SPONTANEOUSLY, THAT IS CALLED INSTINCT. WHEN THE SOUL FUNCTIONS SPONTANEOUSLY, THAT IS CALLED INTUITION.” –SHREE RAJNEESH When we are born, we carry the knowledge of divinity within. If you don’t believe me, stare at a newborn straight in the eye, and you’ll understand what I mean. They know. You knew. We […]

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Black Canvas: Once upon a Braid

You can only understand your journey from the perspective of your future self. When you’re living in the present there’s way too much noise.

I don’t remember where this journey began; all I know is I found myself one day trapped inside this body, trying to make sense of the world around me.

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