STORIES BEHIND THE ART
STUDIO JOURNAL
My Heart, in the Shape of a Flamingo
I signed up for a group tour to see the wild flamingos near Celestún. It felt symbolic. A quiet act of devotion. A reminder that love can be something you...
My Heart, in the Shape of a Flamingo
I signed up for a group tour to see the wild flamingos near Celestún. It felt symbolic. A quiet act of devotion. A reminder that love can be something you...
The Art Living Inside Mérida
I want to begin this by saying that I am no art critic. I do not have the trained language of academia or the polished analysis of someone who studies...
The Art Living Inside Mérida
I want to begin this by saying that I am no art critic. I do not have the trained language of academia or the polished analysis of someone who studies...
Living Into a Different Rhythm
Something in me has been settling since I arrived.I notice it in how my body moves through the day. I wake without urgency. I step outside without scanning what comes...
Living Into a Different Rhythm
Something in me has been settling since I arrived.I notice it in how my body moves through the day. I wake without urgency. I step outside without scanning what comes...
The Hustle Is Ancestral
One of the first things a close friend here in Mexico shared with me was simple and direct: you will not see many people begging here, but you will see...
The Hustle Is Ancestral
One of the first things a close friend here in Mexico shared with me was simple and direct: you will not see many people begging here, but you will see...
Returning to Chichén Itzá: Time, Transformation...
Nearly twenty years after my first visit, I returned to Chichén Itzá carrying a very different body and history. What once felt heavy and closed revealed itself as something else...
Returning to Chichén Itzá: Time, Transformation...
Nearly twenty years after my first visit, I returned to Chichén Itzá carrying a very different body and history. What once felt heavy and closed revealed itself as something else...
At the Threshold of Hacienda Mucuyché
A few weeks ago, I visited Hacienda Mucuyché, a place I had heard about, but was not prepared to feel. From the moment I arrived, I sensed a kind of...
At the Threshold of Hacienda Mucuyché
A few weeks ago, I visited Hacienda Mucuyché, a place I had heard about, but was not prepared to feel. From the moment I arrived, I sensed a kind of...