Wednesday, July 11, 2012


In response to a question about how I would bring diversity to a First-Year Photo Project at University of Minnesota. 

Last summer I would’ve answered this question very differently. I would have spoken about how I went to a diverse high school, right next to the large city of Chicago, and surrounded by the natural beauty of Lake Michigan- and that my photography would pull together urban diversity of nature, or something like that. For the past year though I was an Americorps member with the program City Year. I was a tutor, mentor and role model for at-risk 7th graders working 60-70 hours a week. I lived in San Antonio and was exposed to a couple entirely different cultures. Within my program, I was surrounded by an enthusiastic group of 17-24 year olds who were constantly inspiring me to change the world. The ethic of service was undeniably strong and enthusiasm and idealism ran high. Then there was the community where I worked on the East Side of San Antonio. It was an at- risk middle school where tensions constantly were running high between teachers and administrators because of a restrictive curriculum and an imposing state test. However, outside of the school tension was not to be found- the community cared for each others children when a parent was in jail or in the hospital, even when money was tight or a brother had just joined a gang- people looked to the church for reassurance that everything happened for a reason, when the school systems were in effect destroying their children’s opportunity for an equal chance- they didn’t lash out at the young naive volunteers trying to help- they cherished us and let us in to their close-knit community. So while many freshmen come to the University with one culture, I come with three. My “urban diversity of nature” years 0-18, my high spirit of idealism and belief that anyone can change the world with the right amount of passion, and the belief that even in the face of hardship- the most important thing to hold on to is community. I think my photographs will not just focus on the campus, but will challenge viewers to think further into the multitude of cultures that each student brings that makes University of Minnesota a supreme campus of knowledge.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Day 30- final





I'd been planning for this to be my last day's art work when I created my first days.
Art was a big presence for 30 days, and will remain here for long after.

Day 30-poems

1.
 I remember when quesadillas were made with real cheese
and my ma would spend hours over the skillet making sure they were ready to please
Appeasing the masses that trapsed through her casa
She wished she could leave but her ___ said nada
So she never got the courage to get up and dip
Now I simply dream of real dairy products/cheese
Because mexican heritage doesn't grow on treees
And kraft is all that live in my fridge
I freeze memories like frozen peas

2.
Don't blame me
        I won't be there when you go
Don't blame me
        I'll still have my job
Don't blame me
       "You'll dropout anyway"
Don't blame me
        I tried as hard
                              as I was expected to
                              as I deemed necessary
                              as I had to, to simply skate by
Don't blame me
        I dreamed of a different world
Don't blame me
         You'll be no more than a horror story
                               a couple years down the road...
Don't blame me
          I drive by and see you
                              a couple blocks down the street
Don't blame me
          I remain spotless but perhaps bruised
Don't blame me
          You failed
           I just let you.

Day 29

"connected"
trying to find my path of circle of correct

Day 28



"directionless" 

Day 25-Day 27

1. "Stranger Faces, Stranger Places"
2. "Here Comes the Bus, doo doo doo"

All faces were drawn at Madhatters of innocent bystanders/sitters
My weekend art project.

Day 24

Friday the 13th oooooooh spirits @ work....


"Hope for the World in 10 Years"
or
AN ICE CREAM CONE- perfect because we had an ice cream party during after school and I didn't even mean for it to come out like that!

Day 23


Day 22

Trying to make math seem real and relevant to a student on a sucky warmup.
"Separation"
You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.

Day 21

Made during 5th period.
Frustrated by so many cycles that I cannot control.

Day 21

My super cool logo off the flyer I created.
"Kick Ball"

Day 20

One of my favorites so I wish it was rightside up.
Inspired by the song- Desperado and an introspective plane ride thinking about my future from Chicago to San Antonio.

Day 19

"Day N Night"
I like this picture because you can look at it anyway at any angle and it still looks good.

Day 18


I love you.

Day 17


This is a front and back picture.
Drawn in a moment of intense pain searching for understanding the road less traveled is actually the correct path.

Day 16

Drawn 5th period while kids were testing and I was feeling rather discouraged.

Day 15

Made during afterschool.
II had this song stuck in my head all day, and this is how I learned to spell the word independent from this song. 

Day 14

Day 13

While watching the movie "Carnage" with my family in the fancy hotel. I fell asleep shortly after this drawing.

Day 12

This picture was drawn in the midst of culture shock from City Year to fancy hotel.

Day 11

This is one of my favorites.
Written on a day when I was coming back to school on a Friday with a more victorious attitude, ready to conquer student adversity. I loved the gritting of this persons teeth with a flower in between. A beautiful not posed smile. Perfectly real.

 Also made this one during afterschool.
I love the contrast of marker and collage. This is when people realized I was cool at collaging :)

Day 10

Mixed media with streamers, ribbon and paint. either a V or a check?

Day 9

Early morning art.

Day 8

Took a picture of a picture here.
Made with leftover salasa and inspired by near late night deliriousness
"The Taste if Late Nights at the Office"

Day 7

Also inspired by another 5th period session with my artistically talented student. Inspired by global warming and frustration and need.
"Energy: Sometimes it isn't enough to just dream big"

Day 6

Made @ 9:30pm

Day 5

Collaged while skyping Joe- inspired by the different perceptions of women in the media.

Day 4

Inspired by hearing Cesar Chavez's childhood friend speaking- Jamie Martinez and also by
Coldplay's "Fix You" .

Day 3


Truly one of the hardest days I've had this year @ Davis.
Picture #1- a moment of intense vulnerability hastily translated with pencil
Picture #2- collaged during girls club in the morning and my off period the title is "You've got the world you on your shoulders"

Day 2

Creating art with my much more talented artistically talented student during 5th period.
This makes me think of the water cycle, and how we continue to pollute our earth with toxins and passion.

Day 1


My song/poem/like thing that I posted previously after having an excellent free lunch and listening to Geoffery Canada- since that lunch I've stalked his many youtube videos and read his biography, "Fist, Knife, Gun". It's an amazing book.

30 days

My 30 day art challenge, enjoy the next 30 posts, these last 30 days were filled with soul nurturing joy, and art as well as poetry is always going to have a place in my life :)

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Poem/Song/Like Thing

Here's for the letter that I wrote you
I honestly don't know if you ever even read it
I honestly don't know why I ever even bothered
---
Because baby, you seem so lost
And I'm not sure if I have the strength to find you
---
---
Oh child, this is a tough world,
So you better grow a tough shell quick.
I know mama turtle never even bothered
But I'm trying to make these here words stick
----
----
And I believe you are smart and brave and strong
Deep down inside you
So get a shovel
And dig.
---
---
Oh child, this is a cold world,
But don't hibernate and burrow just yet.
I know poppa bear taught flight from pain
But I'm trying to just let you know
---
That I'm here
So don't stray
--
I believe that there might be a time, a place, another world
Where all our problems- don't necessary go away 
But we grow, we grow, yes we grow.
---
---
Oh child, this world is a changing
So take some advice from big sister tree
Sometimes we must adapt,
But it won't change the soul of me.
---

Inspiration: Geoffery Canada and my babies

Monday, February 13, 2012

Race

My student asked me today, "miss, are you white?"
I thought "jeez, 6 months and I'm still/just getting this question", and I felt pride for concealing this characteristic that my students have been taught to despise/idolize, and I felt that my race was irrelevant, and I felt torn in a million different directions about how I felt.
It turns out I had said something that sounded white. White like proper. White like correct grammar. White like an unused sheet of paper before it is marred with lines of color.
White like strange. White like foreign.
Not like Miss Sarah who was there to comfort and provide a safe space where color seemed irrelevant.

So you know... I wrote a poem about all my different feelings while I was at the gym, so my handwriting is scraggly, and perhaps my original message that I had in my head got misconstrued or misunderstood but it's an important part of today's theme for myself.

White 
Just a plain (home)slice of white bread.
With soda bread grains sprinkled on top.
And plantains drizzled as a side dish lovingly from Grandma's kitchen.
Boiled and spritzed and bubbled with latke oil.
Turns out my people have quite a few carbs in our cells.
Hell, I guess there is no plain jane white. 
But why do I try to run from the definition and the labels that others attempt to adorn on my pearly easily burnt flesh? 
I mean it's all made up right? Race doesn't really exist. 
So do I contribute to this falsehood, this label that rides on my students back, by saying that I work in a predominantly black community- automatically labeling my school, my babies, at risk drop outs. 
I want to write a poem my children will understand and embrace, with no N words or race gang affiliations.
I mean lets take the focus off race. 
I'm not white, black, mixed, not nothing in between, when you get down to the gist of it- just a (human) being whose heart beats.
I love, I am loved, everyone is, and if they dare say they aren't, this is my love poem to you. 

So I'm at the gym writing this, and when I'm done I plug in my headphones to my little personalized TV device (really cool, very unnecessary, but makes my cardio flyyy by!). And switch to the PBS channel where there is a documentary on about post Civil War (today I had the pleasure of explaining to two young minds what the Civil War was... good job Texas public schools) and pre World War II, going into the reformation and the early-mid 1900s. It talked about how after slavery there was a great time for African Americans, they were in office and joyous and things were really cool. Then the KKK happened and you know things went downhill from there. The deep south/south started making insane laws that put blacks in jail from doing anything to walking alongside a rail road, stealing a pig that was worth $1, stealing a rail that was worth 8 cents to raising their voices around the company of a white woman, these were called the pig laws. This greatly increased the number of black males who were placed in prison, in fact about 90-95% of prisoners were black males. The south/deep south then implemented convict leasing- which was basically private companies paid big $ to government to buy convicts to work for them. These convicts were made to work ridiculous hours and treated worse than slaves, their bosses being former slaveholders who were very resentful about no longer having free labor, so all in all this was an awful combination of things happening.
So to recap:
Point 1 
The KKK was formed because poor, mostly illiterate whites, felt threatened by African Americans coming into power.
Those same poor whites, probably lost jobs to the convicts who were now employed by their former employers for far less pay.
Thus resentment increased probably even further.
Point 2
When convict leasing occurred, 90-95% of prisoners were black males.
In prisons today, statistics are not quite as drastic, but still the statistics are clearly distorted where black males still make up the majority.
If your father is in prison, and your father's father was in prison, the likelihood of you being a prisoner is bound to increase.  
Thus our current prison statistics are probably affected by what prison statistics looked like more than 100 years ago.
Point 3
When looking at systematic racism and oppression how can we overcome 100s of years of oppression that have left lasting marks on a whole culture of people?
Message of Hope (???)
There was a student who used to refuse to work with me because I was white, and his prejudices were so engrained that he barely looked me in the eye when I would attempt conversation with him. Today, after months and months of persistence and stability of me being in his life- he breezed through his math homework so he could sit with me and watch slam poetry- I think he is a natural poet.
Many people come into our lives with prejudices that seem impossible to break down, whether it's the system- or the fact that we continue to desire to fit ourselves into categories in an effort to belong- the best way to break down prejudice is by having uncomfortable conversations and simply "being there", if you provide a consistent non-example for everything they have been taught about race, there is no way that will not have any sort of impact for them.  

Living proof.  

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Musings

Grief- January 24

Dedicated to all the past, present and future boys whom I have loved.
Even for a fleeting brief prepubescent moment, that emotion was strong and as real as the sometimes salty humid air
I take in
Nose, mouth, breath.
While it all may feel monumental at the moment, when you're older...
Naw scratch that,
It is monumental.
Every action and reaction are major tourist attractions in your timeline.
So embrace each one and give each one its appropriate shivva.
Because grief and celebration and yinging and yanging between the two is just as important as
throwing all caution to the wind letting your hair down and singing aloud to the radio as proudly and awfully as possible- even if no actual words are known.
Love this world and all who inhabit your life because people, "This is magic"
and it's a snapshot of forever.
Don't even miss a minute, not even a moment.

I love my school team and everything that we've been through together.
Sometimes my mind simply wanders to five, six months down the road. Five, six years down the road.
I can't even have that thought enter my head without a choke coming to my throat. Where will my SA family and babies be then?

Poetic moments of my day:
Having the deputy director visit our school and create an inspiring atmosphere
Eating greek food
Being very silly in the office
Getting to meet an original real life Tuskegee airman
Being apart of the sharing of the moments of joy and happiness and empowerment of BigNight
Reminiscing of- Sure you were a tough guy but you were no hero
Being compared to my idol/icon/inspiration (the I's)
Katy Perry, Sarah Minson inspired thoughts