at least it feels that way, my head and spirit are still in new york most days but my body is in lima. i haven't made any art yet but have sort of re-discovered a place that i think will trigger it: my grandparent's house which is falling apart and i call 'my own personal detroit'. i haven't been yet, have only seen pictures of it taken by my brother, but will go soon after work and photograph memories of a childhood spent in a unique home with an indoor garden (where tato, my grandfather once made a pachamanca!) and i'm sure is now inhabited by ghosts. maybe i'll even see myself as a child running around on black and white tiled floors, learning the language of chickens...

p.s.: one of my boxes was featured in another flckr gallery http://www.flickr.com/photos/bibber/galleries/72157625941165934/

i have not been able to write since i arrived as so much has happened and i still cannot connect to the internet from home (i'm blogging from a very antiseptic starbucks in miraflores, where i live), my computer does not recognize the network at home or viceversa, not sure what the problem is yet.

coming back home has been a whirlwind of emotions, memories, family... it has not been easy and i still feel i'm on vacation and will be back in new york soon. but i won't, i'm starting my new job in a week, i went to visit the school and was awed by how beautiful it is and how much it has grown.

i have been finding old artworks at home, my mom kept them all these years, i took photos of a few:

to be continued...

this piece was sold a while ago but only today will i place it in the owner's hands... i took this photo with my cell phone, it's awful, but i have no time for more and if i don't mark this moment, i will forget it and the history of the piece.

it will now live chez dancer julie fotherigham and i'm very happy about that.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/bibber/galleries/72157625948244416/