auntland

2:23am been going back and forth between cuernavaca and mexico city for the past five days, awaiting for my niece to come out of sisters belly. I'm at the hospital right now, tired out of my mind, coming back from a fancy dinner with the so called "industry" (i'm remembering this scene in adaptation where charlie tells his "brother not to call the industry "industry") ja. Faux pas on my behalf... sooo i'm in heels, black pants, a top i made (must admit, not very comfortable), white jacket, make-up, haven't taken out my contacts in two days...it sounds like i'm complaining, but i'm not, i'm trying to make a point... My point is this: as i was standing outside my sisters room i heard her scream out in pain as in never heard her before. The moral of the story is one: i may never have children and two the good things in life cause us at least a little bit of pain, and no, i'm not a masoquist.

between n7 & n8

beginning
end

rocks
water
dirty water
wet shoes
damaged feet

manhattan skyline
rusted fences
bridges

grass
bagels
existentialism & human emotion

sunset
sunrise
sunshine

draw
write
talk
sleep

equus

think
rethink
forget
remember
sound

hand

dew
ducks

simian
fiery furnaces
encounters

sweat
napkins

nostalgia
real
surreal
distant
vulnerable
naive

impulse
break in
parallel
universe
shooting star

recite
rethink
recall

unexplicable
honesty
intangible
illusion
confusion
reason
un-reason
rewind
reverse

day
night
morning

sight
blindness
shade

kinesthesia
quantum mechanics
magnet

impulse
perspective


jumping.


play
fragment
pause

wind
heat

end
beginning

falling
waiting
landing
etcetera.

communication

my nextel has been on SOS mode for the past three weeks (& nextel is changing their platform or something and i can´t fix it until tuesday).
my phone broke.
and my computer just crashed...

are my vias of communication trying to tell me something?
is this symbolic?

maybe i´m just relieved.
this means i´m getting a new computer.
hurrah.

HALLEY

i´ll be presenting my first collection at IDM international designers mexico by the end of september, a new fashion and cultural event going on in mexico city.
the website describes a bit of what HALLEY is about.
pretty excited about it, i´m not doing a runway show, just a showroom exhibition, but still, i believe it will go well.
this is the beginning of the end...
ahh.
my PAGE.

translation.

HALLEY is born out of the night sky.
Points aligned creating silhouettes. We are form, tissue... galaxies.
Reflection of space: objects.
The transition of an idea in fragments, becomes lost, united, broken and rebound. Always creating its total.
Concepts taken into their material shape.
The construction of a piece that has travelled from mind to paper, from paper to mind, transferring the infinite spaces of the invisible and the intangible.

Mind to eyes, to starry sky. Images fly from the vertebras that have been covered in life, protection comes to the tips
of my fingers and is thrown out into the void.

The map of invisibility, hung on the wall, breathing identity, awaiting appropriation.
Transforming itself into territory.

TIME.SPACE.MIND.IDEA.PAPER.SILHOUETTE.FORM.TEXTURE.OBJECT.REFUGE.

The webs of interconnectivity are being projected thousands of light years away, the sky that has been laid above our heads outlines universes from afar, we want to understand the distance, travel to other shores, sit and see the horizon light up, we wish to swim in suspended waters, understand the meaning of our being.
We constantly seek the instants that discover forgotten secrets/remembered moments.

Light touching from its origin to the eyes and back. We are the analysis that exists between the tangible substance and the world of idea. Ephemeral Mode, the translation, the transition and its expiration.

We are left with the sensation of travel, we manage to see it at a distance, it is contained in the air, it is incorporated into the skin and then... we see it make way to the intersections of space, time and body.

mh. 009

i know i know i tend to go on and on about space time and intersections, but i believe that is the abstraction of life.