Cheers México!

Posted in World with tags , , , on December 21, 2009 by Cristina

The post I had been writing is officially getting pushed to make room for this one.

I’m happy to say that lawmakers on Mexico City –my home city, passed a bill that legalizes same sex marriage. This measure changes the definition of marriage to mean “the free uniting of two people,” and allows same sex marriages the same rights as heterosexuals. Including the adoption of children.

There are many things I think Mexico gets wrong, and needs to fix. But right now I feel proud and happy that my gay friends there are finally getting their rights recognized.


Día de Muertos

Posted in Random with tags , , , on November 2, 2009 by Cristina

Yesterday was el Dia de Muertos, and I got a little calavera!


When I was younger, every November I asked my mom to buy me one, and each time she would refuse because, according to her, I would never actually eat them and would end up just making a sugar mess of myself. Only, after lots of whining, puppy eyes, and promises on my cleanness and maturity, she would eventually get it. Of course, la calaverita would sooner or later end up as broken as my promises.

This year, I’m proud to report, didn’t end up making a mess, so if you don’t count the smudges of paint of my hands, I’m pretty clean. I still won’t eat it though.

I don’t think I ever wanted calaveras for the taste, but I think there’s something cool about having your name on a cute little skull. I mean, yeah, I know they are supposed to represent the dead person you are celebrating, but my little morbid self is content with getting a skull of her own.

What’s the meaning of this?

Posted in art projects with tags , , , , on November 1, 2009 by Cristina

This is my midterm project for my Painting I class.


It was supposed to be a conceptual still life self portrait, so the objects had to have some kind of symbolism as well as personal meaning. For the project we were also asked to explain it all, from stylistic details to iconography, on a brief essay.

Honestly, the hardest part of the project was the ESSAY. I mean, I think I finally understand** why authors moan so much about the “where do you get your ideas” “how did you came up with X idea” kind of question. Because it IS hard to answer!

For me, the process wasn’t as clear as the outcome. What I thought I was doing is NOT exactly what I got. And the difference shows on the stuff that ended up on my essay. The meaning I told my instructor I intended was SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT and A LOT more influenced by the interpretations I was getting from the people that saw it than what I really had set out to get.

Seriously, I’m surprised by the interpretations people give me when I tell them the painting means something. Sometimes they give me an answer I expect, but sometimes they make me look again and re-evaluate what I did. And that is totally AWESOME!

It never stops to amaze me how you and me can be looking at the exact same thing and get absolutely different responses. And I see it happening not only with my painting, but with my classmates’ paintings, and on the books I read, and really, everywhere.

For all I know, you can be seeing this painting or reading this and think it’s utter crap.

And that’s okay. That makes it interesting.

**not really, some part of my brain (the one that’s patiently waiting for her Hogwarts letter) still thinks they won’t say because:

A) The information it’s protected by the Super Sekrit Society of Authors (where the YA Mansion is a branch).

B) Their genius can’t be explained to us mortal minds without our heads exploding, and they’re kind enough to keep our brain intact.