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Ésta soy yo. Ésta es mi cara. Mis ojos, mi nariz y mi boca. Ésta soy yo dos años después. Ésta soy yo buscando un puerto temporal en el océano de los días. Ésta soy yo intentando documentarme a mí misma para que los años no se me vayan sin dejar constancia, para no naufragar en el vasto espacio sideral como un meteorito que no colapsa con ningún planeta. Ésta soy yo escribiendo para salvarme de la contingencia, para construir un puente hacia mí misma. Ésta soy yo dibujando un mapa de mi cuerpo con los retazos que el mundo va soltando en mis manos. Ésta soy yo, éste es mi cuerpo, mi dolor, mis sentidos, mi mortalidad, mi cambio y mi permanencia. Ésta soy yo escribiendo sobre mí para encontrarme, para no dejarme escapar, para que los años no se agolpen como piedras pesadas en los bolsillos, para dar cuenta del espacio y del tiempo. Ésta soy yo vislumbrando el amor como único destino y el corazón como único refugio. Ésta soy yo arrojándome al acantilado y construyendo mi propio salvavidas. Ésta es mi mirada, mi sentir, mi olfato, mi tacto, mi escucha, mi contemplación, mi placer, mi regocijo y mi llanto. Ésta soy yo intentando tejer una red invisible entre las palabras y el mundo.
Photobooth pictures for drawing reference. Can you find the drawing I used this in (if I used it that is).
I think this is fairly recent, maybe 2 months ago?
Gladys worked in the basement but her spirits were always on the top shelf of the closet.
on the reverse rubber stamped
Sumarjian
Quanah
For the whole photobooth series see LOST GALLERY
Another one with Hotte, who'll finally leave us tomorrow. He has been living on our wallets for long enough now.
A bunch of people asked me for something special that they could print out and put in an envelope since they pre-ordered my book as a present. This was the best I could come up with. I apologize. I'm very sleepy.
The picture on the left was taken on January 30th, 1966. My father's brother had come to NY from Monterrey to be a witness at my parent's civil ceremony. My Tio Rodolfo had arrived just before a major blizzard hit. Over a foot of snow fell the night he arrived. My parents wanted to stay in, but he was excited to see city. The streets were closed to traffic so the three of them walked down the middle of Broadway to an empty Times Square. It was the first time my uncle had seen snow.
The picture on the right is dated 7/27/1965. My parents were on a date. They used to get $2 steaks and see shows on Broadway. My Mom was 20, my dad 25. I had never seen this one before a few days ago. It was hidden behind another picture in a frame.
3-24-13
Seattle has real, legit photobooths!! god damn that is awesome. this is my really good friend Anita and I at a bar called Montana