who am I?
Picture this. Around 15 years ago, two migrant farmworker lawyers get SICK and TIRED of dealing with the ridiculous amount of stress and casual racismย from every lawyer in Florida. There was no time to take care of the kids and meals consistently consisted of drive through purchased McDonald's quarter pounders.
ย Stressed about health and family. They decide to take their two babies, a set of grandparents and themselves to live on a ranch somewhere in Mexico. It was always my dads dream to return to the town he was from. To become remote mountain people in the middle of nowhere . This is where I grew up.ย
Fields, grass, trees, cows as far as the eye can see. Cacti, sunbeams, tractors, mules all around. I was raised on a steady diet of books andย vhs tapes (which were the only thing we could watch for a while, given we didnโt have tv yet) and a healthy dose of fine art in the form of art books and classical music (my grandparents being Suzuki teachers)ย One could describe my colloquiallyย as โnerdsโ.ย โโโโโโโ
Drawing was my closest friend on the ranch. Not much else to do but sketch and tell myself stories. And well, now Iโm here.
here's a low resolution photo of my cat
