I am Cuban-American. My mom thinks that going to sleep with wet hair will make you catch a cold. My hair is thick and wavy, with curls. Hair drying it was a long, tedious nightmare resulting in painfully frizzy tangles. My mom and I only knew about hair mousses and gels, neither of which helped.
My mom kept my hair short until I completely lost it with her after an awful afternoon. This girl purposely called her friend just to tell them I looked like a boy in their class. Right after I pitched the fit, I was allowed to grow my hair and I got braces.
There are two hair dryers in our home. The other hair dryer is for guests. I love drying paint as you can tell by looking at my hair dryer...lol...my hair, well, not so much.
As for the Cuban belief that you’ll catch a cold by going to bed with your hair wet? It’s completely false. Don’t tell Mama.
One of my reasons for loving cats is when you call someone a pussy, you’re calling them a coward…and a female human.
This article is all for us cats, pussies, kittens, female humans.
We need ladies in the energy industry…but most of us are not qualified and encouraged to get into most science fields.
I am currently (no puns intended) a lady working in the energy industry for my day job. I didn't know this was an option for me, until suddenly I made the jump. My next jump was within the company, from organizing glorified group research papers to planning work packages (what I call "human performance technical writing" because that's really what it is). Is my background energy? Mechanical? Nope. I am very left brain AND right brain...so there is that!
I am relating this article to gender bias. I began my Goofy Cats collection at the beginning of 2016. But by the end of that 2016's US presidential elections, Goofy Cats means more about how I feel about my life and that as a woman in general. Each Goofy Cat is inspired by our cats Simon, Ghost, and Tuxie, but also by how I was feeling while painting them.
This pink cat was created in acknowledgement of the Women’s Marches that were held yearly from 2017 through 2020. Yes, I am beyond relieved that Biden is being sworn in today! Yes, I will continue adding to my Goofy Cats collection!
If you have school age girls in your life, please, encourage them to get into science, energy, and construction. If you’d like to know more as to why this blog post, read on:
This was originally published in 2012:
Back in the 1980s, pastelitos de guayaba (guava pastries) were a treat enjoyed on the weekends. Mama, Papa, and I would go to Abuela's (Grandmother's) house on a Saturday or Sunday morning after picking up some staples at the Cuban bakery that time has erased. Staples were a roast chicken, pastelitos de guayaba, pan cuban (Cuban bread), and a couple of bottles of Coca Cola. Each of us would also get a sweet treat, enjoyed while shopping. My favorite was this layered sweet white cake with some kind of thick, crispy, sugary frosting much like the Krispy Kreme donut glaze. Mama's favorite was "un enborrachito," and Papa's was a cafe cubano.
You might be wondering, "Why on weekends? You lived in Miami!" In those days, North Miami Beach had no Cuban bakeries. We visited Little Havana for my Abuela's company. Kosher, Italian, Winn Dixie and Publix were the markets and bakeries available in our home neighborhood in that era!
That Cuban market and bakery are regrettably long gone, but pastelitos de guayaba are still found in Miami! Every time I enjoy one, it takes me back to driving to Abuela's to have lunch with her and my parents.
I plan on having some fun blogging about my growing up as the "Gringa de la Familia." If you have suggestions or questions, feel free to ask! If you are from Miami, or have lived here a long time, please share some of your good experiences!
Well. I picked this to repost because it was one of the most viewed posts of my old Blogger blog. All the good intentions I had of continuing the series went “poof!” like this pastelito in the photo, lol. So...I’ll do my best to share these little things in my life that are so “Cuban” in my life that makes me feel different, or just me, in the future. No pressure, lol!
Over a decade ago, I was sharing a Miami studio space with a few other artists.
One artist dismantled his studio. He left tons of studies, intact, in the trash cans. I took the opportunity and took some of the studies. The most I will do with these gorgeous studies is frame and hang them.
Before this, I heard stories of a master artist doing demo pieces during his classes and then throwing these away. A student would take them out of the trash and frame these pieces. I've read similar stories about artists that find their studio trash displayed or even sold as if finished works.
I truly don’t blame Michaelangelo for burning most of his works. I either am going to repurpose or destroy what I make if a painting or design doesn’t find a home. You won’t find my finished works in our trash can, lol, unless it's ripped up like here.
What are your thoughts about an artist destroying their art?
Article about Michaelangelo and his studio works is linked here:
Drawing, painting both analog and digital, and other artsy things while living in Costa Rica.
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