My back-centro, my seamstress, my big boss, my personal thunder, mi medio del medio mundo; it’s Grolier’s encyclopedia, Topps baseball card gum, the scent of mildew, lips stained with wine, the punctum, Philosophy of the Criminal Mind, alchemy, sunlight on Madison Avenue, El Dorado, busted piñatas, and the Egyptian wing that constitute high and low.
From colloquial to commercial, language to logo the interest is in exposing and retaliating against the construction of what, not who, we are.
Dreamt i was a poet (ode to Miguel Piñero)
silk-screen on paper
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