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V! From A to Z (Self-Portrait)

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This painting is like seasons 1-6 from Sex and the City for me. But more like Who Am I and the City. It’s the first installment in a season of paintings I’ve named “XYZ” – let’s start there.

Up until I met my first boyfriend, I really truly believed I was a lesbian and I was devastated by that. I grew up Catholic, went to a Catholic/private/all girl school in El Salvador, lived in a third world country, had family that was very devoted to God, nuns would yell at me daily for lesser “sins”, I was generally insecure and desperate for approval. It was just not an ideal situation. Growing up Catholic made you feel pretty embarrassed for being who I was, whether that was being irreverent, a little different or not straight. It tortured me for a long time, and even when I found a boyfriend I wondered if I was doing it for the approval. People who I get close to sometimes ask me that because of how much sad shame those memories bring me when talking about it – for denying myself to be myself. It would make sense that I wanted the easy way out.

Time came to move to the US. At first I felt relief: that I would leave behind my shame and maybe have an opportunity to start over in a whole new world (at this point I feel like I still believed you had to exit the stratosphere to reach any place outside of El Salvador). But then, it made me sad that I would leave behind this part of me that felt the truest to who I was. I had girls that would venture with me in this confusing time and it would be confidential between us. I was so afraid that I wouldn’t find someone who was just as ashamed of it as I was that they would be with me but still keep quiet. What a weird place to be at when you’re 12 years old.

Of course, I wasn’t even a teen, I shouldn’t have even had my head stuck on dating anyone, regardless of gender. But I was a curious kid who wanted nothing more. I watched a lot of Caroline in the City back then, and I had developed a thing for feminine white boys. Maybe I just wasn’t into Latino boys? I didn’t know but this white boy was cute and I was rampant on having a cute “My Girl” situation contrived into my life story.

Probably one of the most embarrassing moments of my life happened with this first boy crush (didn’t help the “maybe I’m straight” situation). I didn’t have a lot of friends but I had a lot of bullies. I made one true friend in 7th grade, I’m pretty sure her name was Esther, which is weird cause she’s the queen right after my namesake Vashti is murdered. I told her I had a crush on this kid, she told him, he said he wanted to see who I was, he came to see who I was, he saw who I was… he ran away without saying a word. He was a cold motherfucker.

It hurt… a lot.

He ended up dating this girl who was also blonde, tall, blue-eyed and amazing at sports. Girl could not have been a greater antithesis of this Salvadoran girl; although I was really good at track in ES. Insecurity ravaged me like GoT’s wildfire and like wildfire, my rage was green like envy. That didn’t really get any better ’till my Sophomore year of high school. After eating lunch in the bathroom by myself (to avoid bullies), I met a girl who changed everything.  She was really the first person to truly love me here, and serendipitously, she taught me how to love. We connected. She was drawn to me in a way I couldn’t really fathom so I was very weary of her desire to be around me.

She pretty much intimidated me. A polar opposite of me. She was so aggressive about love. Her relationships were tumultuous to say the least but there was this captivating novelty about that. She loved in a very intense, extreme way and I wanted to be more like that.

And that’s the girl that represents the X in XYZ.

She was the reason why I started dating the man that I ended up marrying. He is Y.

I wasn’t a good wife, and he wasn’t ready to be a husband. We were 18, we were in love, we were babies. His dad insisted he ditch the wedding 1 hour before it was supposed to happen in the back room of my parent’s house. My brother married us then we took my parent’s car, which I still drive, up to Big Bear Lake. My father walked me down the aisle like I always wanted to. Maybe that was life giving me something it knew I wouldn’t have had if I took too long to find a husband. Thank you, life.

I’m 22, again, I’m also confused about my identity for the first time since I was 15. Things exploded… and just like the first time, I ran away to Spain to study abroad for 3 months.

Then, my dad died. Nothing else mattered. My marriage crumbled, I stopped talking to all my friends (couldn’t be around people with dads), and I just fell apart as a person. Life was hard. I couldn’t deal with being in love anymore. I just wanted to deal with my horrible pain.

I had already planned to start school at UCSD when I came back. The show must go on, right? It did even though it wasn’t easy. I was mourning a father and a marriage. But, underneath all that, I’m still V – the girl who hopelessly wants to be in love and be with the one that’s meant to be with her.

And that’s when I got to Z. 

Listen up got my heart broken | I never knew it could be this fun

Wild Belle

This painting is best summarized by this song on the album, “The One That Got Away”.

This whole thing started after the Z and me broke up. While I was in the car, on my way to a job I hated with all my being,  among the songs I would listen to everyday on my way there and back, was “Y Control” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I was singing pretty angrily, “I wish I could buy back the woman you stole”. That line resonated with me as I was heartbroken, defeated, alone, nothing to show for nothing and getting older with no clear direction of who I was or what I wanted. The thought that I wasted all this time getting nowhere made me regretful of my actions, or maybe it was their actions? I didn’t even have any real resentment towards any of them, I just didn’t want to be at the spot where I found myself: feeling like I had made none of the choices that led me to this moment with a clear head. A lost loser.

Due to some unfortunate events that will be tackled with some Alanis Morisette songs, I felt like maybe I deserved this pain cause I was a bad person. Maybe I am the bad guy, maybe in this painting about “The Less I Know the Better” by Tame Impala, I’m Trevor. Should I just do a massive painting inspired by “Criminal” by Fiona Apple? Do I have no real reason to be upset at any of this?

I love the sub-reddit, /r/AmItheAsshole. I think if people heard this story, they would say No Assholes Here. That’s the conclusion I came to. Bunch of very young kids trying to do their best by trial and error. I think there were many casualties along the way of realizing this, many unnecessary mistakes, blackout nights, crying ’till your eyes just want to rest, wishing you were someone else…. basically…

I found better days
I had to hit the rocks
Before I started riding waves

Wild Belle

Beyond the Streets! Extended Exhibit

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featured artists

  • A-One
  • AIKO
  • Al Diaz
  • Alicia McCarthy
  • André Saraiva
  • Andrew Schoultz
  • Anthony Lister
  • BANKSY
  • Barry McGee
  • BAST
  • Ben Jones
  • Bill Barminski
  • Bill Daniel
  • BLADE
  • buZ blurr
  • Charlie Ahearn
  • CHAZ Bojórquez
  • CLAW
  • Cleon Peterson
  • COCO 144
  • CORNBREAD
  • Craig Costello
  • C.R. Stecyk III
  • CRASH
  • DABSMYLA
  • Dan Witz
  • Dash Snow
  • DAZE
  • DEFER
  • DELTA
  • Dennis Hopper
  • Eddie Martinez
  • Estevan Oriol
  • FAILE
  • FAITH XLVII
  • Felipe Pantone
  • FREEDOM
  • FUTURA 2000
  • Gajin Fujita
  • Globe Poster
  • Gordon Matta-Clark
  • Greg “CRAOLA” Simkins
  • Guerrilla Girls
  • HACER
  • HAZE
  • Henry Chalfant
  • HuskMitNavn
  • INVADER
  • Jean-Michel Basquiat
  • Jenny Holzer
  • Jim Prigoff
  • John Ahearn
  • KATSU
  • KC Ortiz
  • Keith Haring
  • Kenny Scharf
  • Kilroy Was Here
  • Kristofferson San Pablo
  • LADY PINK
  • LAZAR
  • Lee Quiñones
  • Maripol
  • Mark Mothersbaugh
  • Martha Cooper
  • Maya Hayuk
  • MIKE 171
  • Mister Cartoon
  • Pat Riot
  • Patrick Martinez
  • Paul Insect
  • POSE
  • PRAY
  • Randall Harrington
  • RETNA
  • Jason REVOK
  • Richard Colman
  • RIME
  • RISK
  • Ron English
  • Ron Finley
  • Ruby Neri
  • SABER
  • Sam Friedman
  • SANESMITH
  • Sayre Gomez
  • Shepard Fairey
  • SHOE
  • SJK 171
  • SLICK
  • SNAKE 1
  • Stephen Powers
  • SWOON
  • Takashi Murakami
  • TAKI 183
  • Tim Conlon
  • Timothy Curtis
  • Todd James
  • VHILS
  • Victor Reyes
  • ZESER