home
México City, the big Tenochtitlán
treasure
My succulents
fame
I can just think about these: imprints of hands and stars on the floor
engine
Salsa dancing
wisdom
“Poor but honest” from my grandpa Juan Nárvaez
heroes
Meredith Monk, Silvio Rodríguez, my father, my grandma who taught herself to write in the river sand
time journey
Going back to see my birth
sacrifice
“ I simply cannot believe that an artist can ever work only for the sake of ‘self-expression.’ Self-expression is meaningless unless it meets with a response. For the sake of creating a spiritual bond with others it can only be an agonizing process, one that involves no practical gain: ultimately, it is an act of sacrifice. But surely it cannot be worth the effort merely for the sake of hearing one’s own echo?” -Andrei Tarkovsky
vice
Reality TV
cats/dogs
Two absolutely grey cats from whiskers to toes