Found this on my desk. Can’t remember where or when I drew…

Found this on my desk. Can’t remember where or when I drew...

Found this on my desk. Can’t remember where or when I drew it. But I guess I’m enjoying drawing leaves right now

#drawing #leaves #pattern #illustration

“Colíbri” 2015// 1026 Grand Ave // Phoenix, AZ // A…

“Colíbri†2015// 1026 Grand Ave // Phoenix, AZ // A...

“Colíbri” 2015// 1026 Grand Ave // Phoenix, AZ // A mural that honors the work of @colibricenter for the human rights – an organization that reunites the bodies of missing migrants with their families, and helps them through the process of grieving. Colibri also helps end migrant death along the U.S. Mexico border and supports the immigrant rights movement. This mural was a massive 100 foot community effort of nearly all artists of color including: Mata Ruda @justseeds artists: Chip Thomas, Thea Gahr, Phoenix artists: Lucinda Yrene, Jeff Slim, Lalo Cota and Jules Badoni. It was produced by Netroots Nation, and the creators of 2013 Sundance film “Who Is Dayani Cristal?”

Remember the millions of migrants who lost their lives crossing the Sonoran Desert. Empower the mothers who often carry the weight of grief. Know that brave women as well as men attempt the journey across the border everyday. In time, the wheatpaste skeleton of the colibrí will peel off and reveal a mother and child. Photo by Jess X. Chen. Visit the Mural at the corner of Grand Ave and Filmore in Phoenix, AZ. //

I moved to #California (LA) and I’m blessed every evening…

I moved to #California (LA) and I’m blessed every evening...

I moved to #California (LA) and I’m blessed every evening with sunsets disappearing behind Pacific Ocean like this. I already feel far more at ease than I ever felt in NYC. However the next few months are full of travel film and mural projects: Baltimore, NYC, Navajo Nation. I’ve moved 5 times in the last two years. Hopefully I will never have to move again in the next few years. Thanks to all my friends for the stability you’ve given me when there was none. For giving me a home even if just for a moment. Now that I am claiming home, I will do it in your name. ❤️ (at Big Sur, California)

The starlight and ocean we will one day become. 💫🌊 30 second…

The starlight and ocean we will one day become. 💫🌊
30 second...

The starlight and ocean we will one day become. 💫🌊
30 second long exposure

On failure, stardust, and life right now:

 In September I’m taking my second trip to the Navajo Rez to teach art & poetry workshops with youth in Pinon and finish a few projects with one of my favorite artists: Chip Thomas. There, I’m going to continue research for an eco-feminist film I’ve been dreaming about for years. October brings a northeast poetry tour with the inspiring William Giles, and doing my first ever TEDx talk about the intersection of immigration and radical imagination. Then mustering the bravery to send out my MFA application to the dream directing school – the AFI conservatory. It’s a struggle finding the strength to put myself out there like this. Every time I go on stage, or face the blank page I remember the stutter that once silenced me, now has got nothing on me. Every morning I pull myself out of bed, and write – knowing the deep responsibility I have toward the lineage of all the migrant women and queer artists/ activists of color who have made this work & this life possible. To find a way to keep believing that art, like love – is something worth risking stability, and life for. That when home does not exist, you create it yourself. In all this, I’ve been giving my friends some advice about the pursuit of artistic dreams, and the only thing I have to say: is to embrace the truth you might fail epically, but do not let that stop you from trying. For failure is a concept invented by capitalism and competition, and expectation. There is no competition but the one the world ingrained in our hearts. Peel that away and discover blood that keeps pumping you life despite failure. Like your heart, will stop beating one day, so will every star. Thus failure only brings us closer to the stars. Therefore – true failure does not exist. Therefore – our dreams must go on. What are we afraid of, but the stardust we came from and will one day become?

Gargoyle Graphic Wrap

I designed and illustrated this angry gargoyle busting out of its stone skin for graphic decal wraps for ATVs and side-by-sides.
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A family in Alameda, CA

Another color sketch for a work in progress. I did a couple of variations, but in the end felt version 2 was too complicated.A family from Alameda, CAAlameda family version 2