




Untitled, 2017
Plastic istle, wood, lil adobe from Ojinaga, clothes dipped in porcelain clay; shorts that I wore the day I legged pressed 720 pounds, a sweater on the day I hugged my mother on Christmas Eve. The sock that no longer has a twin. Pants that ripped on the bottom of my zipper cause it tamale season. A white t-shirt stained with armpit sweat. Bikinis, calzones, and a white jockstrap when I was really young and brave enough to ask the sport store sales associate where they at. Little did I know white culture had made websites catered to them.




Boots filled with adobe clay, branches, blue silk tie, wasp nest, yucca sed pod, blanket, porcelain clay

Clay pot, rusted barb wire from the desert, feathers of a pigeon that got eaten by a cat, squished beer can, onw black crow feather, cactus picked up with a wooden clothepin

ceramic pot, pink mexican sombrero, orange mexican cloth, wire
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