Both my parents worked with sewing machines. My father worked in a sweatshop before I was born as well as my mother, but once I was born, my mother started working from home, so I grew up around a sewing machine. As I began getting older, I started taking an interest in constructing and altering my own clothes, but my father did not want me to learn how to use the sewing machine, in fear that I too would one day be a sweatshop worker. I’d insist they teach me, but what my father said was law in our house. I was persistent for years and against my fathers desire my mother one day gave in and allowed me to sit at the sewing machine and start playing with it. I had been watching my mother for several years and with no instruction I started sewing. My father found out eventually that I had started using the sewing machine, yet he wouldn’t dare help me as much as I begged. My mother simply told me to start inspecting clothes and she encouraged me to take clothes apart to figure out how to put them back together.
I think of my parents when I sew. I also think about those who came before me and their creations. We are a people of makers. It’s the way our soul expresses itself and being artistic was never just for certain kinds of people, but all of us. As I get older my belief in this grows stronger. Our body carries a different kind of memory, a memory of our ancestors, of our traditions.
Over the years I have worked for fashion companies, made clothes on commission for indigenous ceremonies, dressed dolls for children, and when I was in college I started incorporating sewing into my art work, creating soft sculptures. In creating I feel like I honor my parents and my ancestors. Speaking from the inside, from my soul to the world around me.
out of neglect, aqui es donde estoy y al mismo tiempo me dicen that I deserve it. This is where you belong.
Everyone is awake.
It is 3:40 in the morning y se ollen varias voces From the west El Rapper de El Sobrante esta hablando con los espiritus Del oeste una vocecita risa tras risa tras risa, aveces dos, aveces tres risas El South trae a los gueros y no se les entiende Y del norte, no Los Tigres, pero la familia Rodriguez, los hombres cantan en el shower, the women sing to their children y cuando estan borrachos hasta gritos se echan
Todos estan despiertos.
Me hecho mis tragos, mi cervecita con su whiskey tomando tomando tomando el Lunes, el Jueves, el Marte, el Domingo tomando, por la manana, por la noche, sola tomando drinking at every bar possible in downtown Oakland no money in my pocket pero there’s a beverage in my hand
are you awake?
dicen, por que hoygo, dicen, que me estoy quebrando
1. estamos aqui y no estimamos, estas pero estas media pendeja, estaras aqui pero quieres estar alla, estare presente si estaras ausente, estimame 2. ama por unos momentos, amor por una noche, vivir porque nos sigue la muerte, hechame al fuego y dejame ir. amo dentro este fuego
segues despierta? Despierta, with the invisible people