These scraps of paper were what was leftover from a project I had done. I think the journey is just as beautiful and important as the final product. The behind the scenes, what goes unspoken and unseen, the excess and the tools needed are all part of art and are all part of us as individuals and as collectives.
Posted in response to the challenge Winter 2026 Art Contest.
Recuerdo cuando mis pies tocan la arena
cuando los cangrejos me dan cosquillas
Busque los recuerdos y los hallé
En el puesto del sol
Cuando se acuesta por el día
Mi portóncito
My little gate that swings me across the same arc across the tile patio floor;
the cold metal gray bars pressed to my face, hanging on to
Mi portóncito- the one taking me home
it takes me
my arms daring to surround you in the comfort of a hand sewn quilt
patched together with culture, stories, memories, love
it takes you
taking hold, not running; letting the tears fall down your face
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