Performance Art
Sculpture/Photogrphy
2018-Ongoing
The National Bird
Photo Essay - “The National Bird,” Through the Columbia and Snake River, July, 2019. Selected Images.
In my most recent performance-photography series, entitled “The National Bird," I personify different migratory animals, building on the premise that wild creatures can legally cross territorial boundaries without checkpoints, anytime and anywhere. Each piece begins with the composition of masks and props, progressing through a series of personal rituals that I perform in front of the camera. While documenting this process, I capture nuances and performative behaviors of the subject animal in each photo frame and sometimes adapt qualities assigned to it by history and sometimes governments, which help me articulate details of broad and complex subjects. These performative exercises attempt to illuminate the privilege nonhumans have pertaining to choice of travel, location for settlement, and ease of traversing borders, both the physical and the imaginary.
La Guacamaya
La Guacamaya, performance art. Plaster, acrylics, gems, wire, and leather. Print 16 x 20” (40.64 x 50.8cm.) Digital medium format. 2018.La Guacamaya, performance photography, single digital images, medium format. GIF file 0:20 sec on Loop. 2018.
El Águila
El Águila, mask, work in progress. Performance art. Sketch, acrylic on paper. 8 x 8.25” (20.32 x 20.95 cm.) 2019.
El Coyote
El Coyote, performance art, 2019. Work in progress.
El Ganso
El Ganso, “landing.” 12.25 x 15.25” (31.11 x 39.49 cm) Performance art. 2019.
El Ganso, #03, #01, digital medium format. 7 x 7” (17.78 x 17.78 cm). 2019.Workshops
Performance Art
Detroit, MI
October, 2018
Performance art,
The ritual of our Bodies
A 4-day long performance workshop entitled, "Performance Art: The Ritual of Our Bodies," was held on weekend days this past October from 11 am to 4 pm. Among the participant's artists was a group of students from the Print Media Department at the Cranbrook Academy of Art.
During this time, we embarked on a series of exercises to directly integrate what we regularly do in our lives and
use it in performance art. As such, we created several temporary altars.
The work inspired by traditional Latin American roots using elements of food, jewelry, garments, and sculptural forms to speak to current and relevant issues. The workshop’s artistic approach was influenced by
the works of such artists as Guillermo Gómez Peña, Balitronica Gómez,
Saul Garcia Lopez—La Pocha Nostra, and Yves Klein.
use it in performance art. As such, we created several temporary altars.
The work inspired by traditional Latin American roots using elements of food, jewelry, garments, and sculptural forms to speak to current and relevant issues. The workshop’s artistic approach was influenced by
the works of such artists as Guillermo Gómez Peña, Balitronica Gómez,
Saul Garcia Lopez—La Pocha Nostra, and Yves Klein.
Participants used practical knowledge through the use of sounds and movements to increase self-awareness and comfort in their own bodies and consciousness of the space surrounding them.
The project was intended for artists from any medium, with or without any experience in performance art, who were interested in exploring it further.
The space was facilitated by CAVE Detroit, an artist-led organization based in the Milwaukee Junction in Detroit.
The project was intended for artists from any medium, with or without any experience in performance art, who were interested in exploring it further.
The space was facilitated by CAVE Detroit, an artist-led organization based in the Milwaukee Junction in Detroit.
Volteado De Piña - Pineapple
Upsidedown Cake
Volteado De Piña - pineapple upsidedown cake, performance art, 2018.
AS220 Artist-in-residence; presented as part of the Queer Latinx Cabaret, on June 15th.
100 questions - Civic Test
Sample questions:
1. If the president can no longer serve, who becomes President?
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The Speaker of the House
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The President Pro Tempore
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The Vice President
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The Secretary of State
- Give up loyalty to other countries
- Disobey the laws of the United States
- Never travel outside the United States
- Not defend the Constitution and laws of the United States
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Congress shall make
- We the Colonists
- We the People
- We the British
Images: 1. A220 Residency - with various items needed for the performance, including Guatemalan hand woven bands 2. Table setup behind the audience inside the Black Box Teathe 3. Residue of the performance, a table with all the ingridients to make a pineapple upside down cake 4. Audience shot during the performance, picture by Shey Riv 5. Iteration #02, Cherries 6. Iteration #03, Rodajas de Piña
7. Iteration #04, Caña de Azucar
Equilibrio
Performance Art
Photographs & Video
2017 — 2018
Equilibrio
Performance art. Inspired during the 2017-18 Fellowship award, ILI. Visited cities: San Antonio, TX, Grand Rapids, SD, and Jackson, MS. Forms: GIF file and printed photographs, various sizes.Equilibrio, performance
photography. 2018
Music: Macorina, Chavela Vargas
GIF file:
Duration: 23 seconds, 5 images
Text:
Equilibrio con los pies,
usando las manos... con ciudado,
siguiendo la linea,
paso a paso,
No mirando a los lados,
Looking ahead...
un saltito...
para atras...
al lado...
Equilibrio, do you know what I mean?
Equilibrium...
Performance Art
Workshop
Venice, Italy, 2019
Feeding Home, Performance Art. May - June 2017. As part of:
Venice International, PERFORMANCE ART WEEK
Presents: ART WEEK | WORKSHOP SERIES 2017
Facilitated by: La Pocha Nostra and Vest & Page
For ten immersive days we stayed at space C32 in Forte Marghera and these are the two parts of Feeding Home, the final piece created during the time in Venice. A day prior to the performance, we visited the historic city, the island and this was my experience:
Cristiano Esa Cosa Rara; Meso, Meso, Meso!
(Skirt dressing up). Venice, Italy. Summer, 2017.
I began walking in circles;
Excuse me; Do you have anything you want to give me? I said.
And then all of the sudden, me encuentro en una calle sin salida.
I am feeling dizzied.
I see callejones que son tan angostos, I can't get through.
I need to stop for a second, and right behind me, there is a church, y ella se detiene para
verme de pies a cabeza. I ran to hide en un cuarto oscuro llamado, el bienal de Nigeria con mil
espejos, y ángeles negros.
Me siento tan guey, que diga gay. Me agarro la falda para que estos mórbosos no me vean
desde abajo. Me quiero sentir perdido, que ni aun respirar puedo.
En una plaza vacía al final, con el sonido de un pájaro que suena como gato, miro hacia arriba.
I don't step on the cracks en el suelo, por no decir la mierda de perro. Las aves vuelan arriba
de mi cabeza.
Y de repente la flor en el camino, que mire hace dos horas atrás.
Me van siguiendo estos turistas, que hago?...Thunders present!!
Ahead, una pizzería.
And finally some peace I thought, a quiet passage... but I thought too soon, a man with a bright
red Ferrari shirt, begins by eyeballing me, followed by wolf-whistling, over and over again.
Vieja boca abierta, I thought in my head; se levanta las sunglasses, y me detengo en la
esquina, pretending I am working to let her go by.
I need to cover my eyes, I thought, hurry. I get a glimpse of myself in the storefront windows,
and I like what I see.
The bell rang; bong, bong, bong!
Bonasera! the man laying on the ground with wounded legs.
I thought; Que cosas más brillantes los timbres de esta ciudad.
Once again on a street without an exit.
Finalmente, I realized que vestir vestido es literalmente liberalmente.
Pero al mismo tiempo, I feel dirty.
Aceitunas y espaguetis. Whispers in the table, y los cuellos volteados. Solo a los hombres los
miro de cara a cara, y ellos me miran el culo. Cruzando el puente un water taxi stops again,
and the driver looks up, y nada mas me agarro la falda y sigo corriendo, oh Venecia, how much
embarrassment I've caused you today.
Cristiano Esa Cosa Rara; Meso, Meso, Meso!
(Skirt dressing up). Venice, Italy. Summer, 2017.
I began walking in circles;
Excuse me; Do you have anything you want to give me? I said.
And then all of the sudden, me encuentro en una calle sin salida.
I am feeling dizzied.
I see callejones que son tan angostos, I can't get through.
I need to stop for a second, and right behind me, there is a church, y ella se detiene para
verme de pies a cabeza. I ran to hide en un cuarto oscuro llamado, el bienal de Nigeria con mil
espejos, y ángeles negros.
Me siento tan guey, que diga gay. Me agarro la falda para que estos mórbosos no me vean
desde abajo. Me quiero sentir perdido, que ni aun respirar puedo.
En una plaza vacía al final, con el sonido de un pájaro que suena como gato, miro hacia arriba.
I don't step on the cracks en el suelo, por no decir la mierda de perro. Las aves vuelan arriba
de mi cabeza.
Y de repente la flor en el camino, que mire hace dos horas atrás.
Me van siguiendo estos turistas, que hago?...Thunders present!!
Ahead, una pizzería.
And finally some peace I thought, a quiet passage... but I thought too soon, a man with a bright
red Ferrari shirt, begins by eyeballing me, followed by wolf-whistling, over and over again.
Vieja boca abierta, I thought in my head; se levanta las sunglasses, y me detengo en la
esquina, pretending I am working to let her go by.
I need to cover my eyes, I thought, hurry. I get a glimpse of myself in the storefront windows,
and I like what I see.
The bell rang; bong, bong, bong!
Bonasera! the man laying on the ground with wounded legs.
I thought; Que cosas más brillantes los timbres de esta ciudad.
Once again on a street without an exit.
Finalmente, I realized que vestir vestido es literalmente liberalmente.
Pero al mismo tiempo, I feel dirty.
Aceitunas y espaguetis. Whispers in the table, y los cuellos volteados. Solo a los hombres los
miro de cara a cara, y ellos me miran el culo. Cruzando el puente un water taxi stops again,
and the driver looks up, y nada mas me agarro la falda y sigo corriendo, oh Venecia, how much
embarrassment I've caused you today.
Music played during Feeding Home, part I, Chavela Vargas, Macorina.
Images by: Lorenza Cini.