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La Casa Sin Llaves / The House Without Keys

La Casa sin Llaves Recientemente estaba buscando las llaves de mi apartamento, un nuevo hogar lejos de mi país natal, cuando caí en...

The Miracle of Cooper Union

If you really know me, you know that Cooper Union is extremely dear to me. It was a turning point in my life. While attending New World...

My Story (Part One)

I was born in Barranquilla, Colombia in 1971, of an Andalusian father and mother of Lebanese decent. My parents divorced while I was very...

My Story (Part Two)

My grandfather, Cico, was my first art teacher. He was an alcoholic, a lawyer and my favorite person in this entire universe till this...

My Story (Part Three)

My mother was a very strong, talented woman and the way I see it, her roles shifted between mother and sister, teacher and friend. She...

My Story (Part Four)

I had known Carlos for most of my life. As a matter of fact, he was related to my mother in a very interesting way, which I’ll explain at...

My Story (Part Five)

The time we spent at the hospital, at the ICU, was difficult for everyone. My mother was able to travel the day after the accident. Her...

My Story (Part Six)

Freedom came with a price. The following four years in New York City, while attending art school, were exhilarating, frightening,...