el mano negro (at plywood homebase )
I’m working on a little project with a local bikini maker, Rose, to make bags for an upcoming sale. I haven’t worked with my dyes in a few months now and I forgot how much I love working with such a volatile material. No two batches are the same and it suits my “fuck it” style of making things. Between sewing, embroidery and dye, I’ve been able to find my style and a practical application of my favorite mediums. As with any type of art, you never know where it is going to go, you can only keep creating until you die, because as I’ve learned, if you have that creative drive, there’s nothing you can do to make it stop. It just wells up inside of you every time you see an intricate plant, the most perfect shade of leaf green or the most beautiful destroyed building. I’ve been learning to channel these overwhelming feelings and urges into the drive to create. And I am so happy.