FINE ART

It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.

Mediums include sculpture, suminagashi, paper diorama’s, acrylic, watercolor, linocut, and Screen printing.

DECONSTRUCTED JUMPSUITS ON CANVAS Inspired by Barnes x Morgan Jumpsuits and Headwear. 24” x 30”

SUMINAGASHI: MULTNOMAH GALLERY SHOW A visual representation of those closest to me.

SUMINAGASHI: SKATE LIKE A GIRL EVENT An event to empower girls to skate featuring women and artists from BIPOC communities

ACRYLIC PAINT: PERSONAL PROJECT: LOCKDOWN SILENCE A visual representation of the American struggles during the pandemic.

TIE DYE EXPLORATION: NIKE SOCKS An exploration in 8 dye folds inspired by pastry items ie: The Dumpling, The Croissant, The Churro, The Cinammon Roll, The Cinnamon Twist, Pastry Puff, The Tootsie Roll, and The Cherry Blossom

SELF ENHANCEMENT NON PROFIT PROJECT: BLACK HISTORY MONTH

With the direction from our art director a friend and I built a life size visual of what the average slave had to pick in cotton per day. Additionally I was asked to create 5 impactful graphics to highlight true stories of African American Slaves and the brutalities they faced. The graphics were intended to create a visual that could be interpreted in many ways. The sentences would only be secondarily presented to the viewer. As a Mexican American I value the knowledge we can all attain to educate ourselves of the diversity, hardships, and lives of others. It’s important that we acknowledge the truth of our Ancestors are brothers and sisters of other backgrounds and our collective history.

HOUSE OF BONDAGE: UNCLE STEPHEN JORDON

“Ah, Stephen l your master is waiting for you at the big house; never mind about your mules, but go right out to the house, where he will make an eternal settlement with you.' “ ‘There now,” said I, ‘ I am gone." As I stepped on the porch of the big house I saw old master sitting in his dining-room with a table before him. On the table were all of my letters, old passes, free papers, newspapers, books, and other papers, and by the side of these old master had a fearful-looking dagger and two army revolvers.“ ‘Ah,' said he, ’you are the one that gives passes to my N****** and makes free papers for those who run away.' And he swore at me.“I tried to answer, but he was in such a rage he would hear nothing. I thought he would kill me every minute. Finally he said:“ ‘Who taught you how to write? I did not know you were educated. Here you are, better educated than any white
man around here. An educated N***** is a dangerous thing, and the best place for him is six feet under the ground, buried face foremost. Ah, sir, your end is come, and you will not have use for papers, books, and pens any longer.'mind that my time had come and I would surely die. At last old master quieted a little, and I said: ‘Master, I was raised in the house, and Master Jordon's children taught me how to read and write. But,' said I, ‘I neverwrote a free paper for any body in my life. True, I wrote those counterfeit free papers and put the name Sam in it, calling myself by that false name so that I might run away, because I could not get to see my old wife and children that live on Mr. François's place, but, master, I declare I never wrote free papers for any body in my life.'“ ‘Your old master, Jordon, is to blame for this crime, and he ought to pay for it. That's the reason he is broke and don't own a dollar to-day; but you can't stay here to spoil all my N******; you can't stay here another week.“I tell you, child, you can't imagine how glad I was to get o so easy. I remained on that place only two days after that, and then a Mr. Valsin, that kept a big store, bought me to work in his store. “Mr. Valsin, my new master, seemed to be ever so well pleased with me. His store was in a thick settlement about fifteen miles up the Mississippi River above my last master's plan tation. I did all the work around the store, and, as I was good at figuring and could read and write,he had me to weigh out things and to wait on many of the customers whenever he needed me. I liked him very well, and I took great interest in his business.

HOUSE OF BONDAGE: JOHN GOODWIN AKA UNCLE JOHN

Uncle John said: “Poor Nancy! I reckon she is dead now. She was our white folks' cook. We had a little girl ten years old ; she waited in the house. They would blindfold her and beat my poor child half to death. I tell you, my heart would bleed sometimes when I'd see how my child was treated. I could do nothing for my wife and children. I was not allowed to open my mouth.” Uncle John could hardly suppress the tears from his eyes while relating the sad condition of his wife and the inhuman abuse of his daughter when he left them in Georgia, although it had been many years. He said, “O, if I could only see my children once more

EXCERPT FROM HOUSE OF BONDAGE: ELLA
“I want to tell you about poor Ella, old mistress's house-servant. She was only twelve years old. Ella's mother did not live with her. Mistress had no more feeling for her than she had for a cat. She used to beat her and pull her ears till they were sore. She would crack her on the head with a key or any thing she could get her hands on till blood would ooze out of the poor child's head. Mistress's mother give Ella to her, and when Ella got to be about eighteen mistress got jealous of her and old marster. She used to punish Ella all sorts of ways. Sometimes she tied her up by her thumbs. She could do nothing to please mistress. She had been in the habit of tying Ella up, but one day she tied her up and left her, and when she went back she found Ella dead. She told old marster she did not intend to kill her, that she only wanted to punish her. Mistress and marster did not live good after she killed Ella, for a long time.

House of bondage: COLONEL DOUGLASS WILSON
“Among thousands of contrabands, as they were called, that locked into the Union lines, as the Yankees captured various sections in the South, were a very aged man and his wife. The slaves were escaping from the old plantations in every direction. So one morning a planter out near Vicksburg, Miss., went out into his negro quarters, and, addressing this aged patriarch, now bent under the weight of over threescore and ten years, said, “Uncle Si, I don't suppose you are going of to those hateful Yankees, too, are you?’ ‘O no, marster,’ he said, ‘I'se gwine to stay right here with you.'Next morning the planter visited the quarters again, when he found that every one of his slaves, not excepting even Uncle Si and his wife, Aunt Cindy, had gone to the Yankees during the night. Searching out in the woods for them, he finally came upon Uncle Si, just inside the Union line. Aunt Cindy was stretched out on the bare ground, dead, and Uncle Si was bending over her, weeping. She had died from the exposure and hardship incident upon the making of their escape. Addressing Uncle Si, the planter said, “Uncle Si, why on earth did you so cruelly bring Aunt Cindy here for, through all of such hardship, thereby causing her death?" Lifting up his eyes and looking his master full in the face, he answered, “I couldn't help it, marster; but then, you see, she died free.’”

On the Left: EXCERPT FROM HOUSE OF BONDAGE: AUNT CHARLOTTE

“AUNT CHARLOTTE, what became of your baby? were you blest to raise it?” “No; my poor child died when it was two years old. Old marster's son was the father of my child.”“Did its father help to take care of it?” “Why, no; he never noticed my child.” “Did you have any more children?” “Yes; but they all died.” “Why could you not rear any of them?” “La, me, child ! they died for want of attention. I used to leave them alone half of the time. Sometimes old mistress would have some one to mind them till they got so they could walk, but after that they would have to paddle for themselves. I was glad the Lord took them, for I knowed they were better of with my blessed Jesus than with me.”

PAPER CRAFT: HAND CUT MINI’S

DATSUN PICKUP: A GIFT FOR MY DAD

ON TOP IS A PICTURE OF HIM IN THE EXACT DATSUN WITH OUR FAMILY DOG