Purification

They call me an artist, a painter, a teacher, a watercolorist. I did not study painting in a formal way, however I make a living from painting. I do not have a diploma that validates my skills but I do have a student credential from the Public University Unam philosophy degree. My existence is guaranteed by a birth certificate, yet throughout my life I have had the feeling of not belonging: of being, but not being, of living in a perpetual ambiguous state located in no man's land.
The truth is that I am a professional escapist. My work consists of leaving myself to inhabit textures, abstract forms and memorable narratives. I live and work every day attached to a wall that lives outside of this world, outside of this time and outside of this reality. I find myself in the faces I paint; I recognize myself in others, in us. The terms painter, teacher, artist, watercolorist, woman, daughter, sister, friend appear like a school to take me to the surface of non-negotiable realities. But again and again, I leave, I already left. My escapist essence has given me many gifts, the greatest of which is the ability to provide an escape route for friendly souls. I am here and I am not. Sorry if I was here and then if I am gone. But I am there, even if I am not. And here I am too, in this beautiful Rarámuri boy.