I'm a periodically employed 20something Puerto Rican spinster born in Sacramento, Califas. I reside in Portland, San Francisco and a disintegrating, crumbling and historic building in the downtown area of my hometown. That is where my art studio exists.
On an empty urban street, amongst the autumn coloured leaves, the cold bite of the air, while your breath dances before you. Music can be heard at an earsplitting volume pouring out from an art studio window.
That’s where you’ll find me, arguing with my boyfriend, Art.
I'm in an abusive relationship with Art. Art beats me up, steals my money, provokes me to kick Art's ass...and I sometimes do, Art fills me with empty promises of monetary success and affection, belittles me, humbles me, calls me derogatory names and fills me with shameful insecurities that keeps me in booze filled blurring isolation in a dark corner at my own art receptions. But, I stick around for that sporadic and surprising moment where Art shows me Art loves me. Where Art embraces me in Art's warmth and tells me I'm one of the few that can tolerate Art's whirlwind of chaos. That one moment keeps me hooked. And in the morning when I rise from my own pool of crimson with violet and cobalt bruises and a mars blackened eye, I will look at my paint splattered clothes and fingertips and know that Art was all worth it.
Because I never had to work at a fucking Wal-Mart.
Hello Customers,
I am both sad and liberated to announce that I will be taking a long overdue and probable indefinite break from Siya Clothing. As we get older, the youthful ignorance that once was blissful becomes reality and turns bitter. What I'm trying to say, in a poetic manner is...I'm fucking burned out and over being broke all the time.
In order to prevent hating my love of art, I must step away and venture out in search of this mythical creature they call, "job." My attempt at being a reponsible adult for myself and for my familia will be settled in Culinary School, in which I hope to work hard and finish successfully.
I will not be making any more clothing. I will not be accepting any commissions. I will not be doing anymore shows. I have no inventory left. Siya Clothing doesn't mean to me, what it once meant. Perhaps I'll come back to it refreshened in the future, for now...I bid all of your beautiful faces farewell. Thank you to all my photographers. My models. Fashion show organizers. Boutiques. Craft show organizers and vendors.
It was fun while it lasted.
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