TRIZAS
"TRIZAS," crafted in 2017, presents a captivating array of self-portraits and prose, chronicling the artist's passage from the dream world to the realm of consciousness. Through snapshots and dream journal entries, this series unveils the delicate essence of dreams, beckoning viewers to journey deeper into the artist's subconscious depths.
"Trizas," translating to "fragments" in Spanish, perfectly encapsulates this odyssey through fragmented memories and dreams, where reality intertwines with fantasy.
Dream #1
The truth is blue
I was a baby
Brand new
Goddess
Bright light
Couldn’t see her face
She touched my lips
Blue marble in my mouth
Lifted my chin
I swallowed it
I blinked into focus
I blinked into blue
I finally understood
She was me / I was her
I saw her mouth move I heard my voice
“Wake Up”
We spoke in unison
Dream #2
seis
Con mi familia
Cross into Mexico
Destruction
Apocalypse
Giant screen in the sky
Papa spoke
Hemos perdido la humanidad
They all turn to me
Fear in their eyes
Fingers point to my feet
A snake cut into six pieces
Writhing
I tried to hide my shame
Dream #3
La Llave Del Cielo
Flying above
En la casa de Monterrey
Watched Papy Chuy
Grabs his chest
His heart
I see everything
He is in the hospital
Heart stops
I scream
They can see me now
I fall from the Heavens
Dream #4
Juntos
This world is crumbling
I am me, but not myself
They are trying to kill us
In my hands
Two embryos
Mine
We are the last
Dream #5
Calle Galaxia
I am a child
La casa en Brownsville
I can’t find my family
The blades of grass cut my feet
I am bleeding
My path is blocked
Rabbit
Scorpion
Spider
They tell me I must choose
Pick destiny
Mind chooses Rabbit
Heart picks up Spider
He dicho
Dream #6
Manos
I am by the tree
Swinging on the anchor
Papa is finally home
I touched his face
“No entiendo, ya no vives aqui’
He laughs
Kiss on the cheek
In the corner a man
Not human
No face
Wears only a gold watch
He taps it three times
Papa smiles
I see the sadness inside
Papa and La Muerte stand up
They walk through the threshold
I run after
Papa se fue
Dream # 7
I Am My Mother
My mother’s hips
Strong and wide
I crawl towards her
She turns to pick me up
On her body, my face
I cradle myself
We are safe in her arms
Dream #8
Sightseers
Sleep paralysis
Six ancient beings surround me
Whispering
Pointing
They do not scare me
They can not touch me
I cannot move
I am afraid
I dig my fingernails in my palms
Wake up with cuts
Dream #9
No
Sitting in the branches
Tree of life
Six snakes surround me
One is translucent
Yellow eyes
He wraps around me
I cannot breathe
I am happy
Zahra screams
Spell is broken
I am afraid
I am suffocating
I take her hand
Help me
Dream #11
Luz
My eyes are closed
I am blinded by the light
Floating orb
Heat on my face
Absorbs me
I am afraid
“Where do you come from?”
I ask
“Are you of God?”
Silence
“If you are not, leave in peace”
It fades
I am awake
Dream #12
50 Cuts
With my family
In Mexico, a plaza
Curandera in her tent
She calls me
Points to my heart
"Todo tiene que salir"
I nod
I must purge
She cuts me 50 times
I bleed into two silver bowls
My family watches
I am clean
A special thanks to:
Rebel Mariposa for curating my work, and for being more than a mentor, challenger, and believer in my art. Your support has meant everything to me, and I am truly grateful for the time and opportunity to work together and grow as cosmic sisters.
Sarah Castillo of Ladybase Gallery, for believing in my work and for the opportunity to showcase it. Your guidance and advocacy has been invaluable in my artistic journey.