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Wow, Awe and Much More!

Wow. March is ending and it was a pretty exiting month for me and my art; and I'm still waiting for someone to pinch me!

First, on March 8th,  I had the honor to participate and attend to the inauguration of the 2014  10TH. WOMEN INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION at the Latino Art Museum. Even though it was my second time participating in this event,  I feel very humble and honored to have shared for almost a month such special place with so many special and talented female artist.  I'm so grateful to the director of the museum, Graciela Nardi, for allowing me to hang up my art on the walls of her museum. I know that there are so many gifted women artist out there,  so I don't take this invitation for granted. On the contrary, I'm humble by her welcoming.  And on top of this,  I even sold my art journals!

Then, at the end of the month,  I received the printed edition of the Spring 2014 Haute Handbag Magazine featuring six pages of my Newspaper Bag Collection! I'm beyond thrilled. Again, there are so many talented female artist that I feel nothing but grateful and honored.  Thank you so much Haute Handbags!! 

When I embarked on the task of perfecting my amateur art five years ago, I never ambition this. I just wanted to heal myself by only way I knew how: by making art. Art saves me. It rescues me from the everyday noise, and it helps to connect with myself in depths that most of the time I don't expect. Art has taught me about courage, authenticity, and vulnerability.  And with that courage, one day I decided to take a leap of faith and put myself and my art out there.  I started by creating this blog and submitting my art to magazines and at the Latino Art Museum. I am still astonished by the results. And now, who knows where my future as an artist is going, but how boring it would be if we knew in advance our destiny. There would be no room for courage and vulnerability....Cheers to uncertainty! 

Thank you to all those who believed in my art and found it worthy enough to featured it on their prestigious venues and to buy it! 

Feeling grateful. 


Latino Art Museum.
Photo By Pablo Unzueta



NEWSPAPER BAG COLLECTION
Spring, 2014

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