Design class at Coursera.com have started!

May 1, 2013

I really like this class. I usually use homestead.com to build my websites but this course put me in contact with this new URL for free sites (weebly.com).

This is the URL to the weebly site I created for that class.




Art Doodle-Journaling

September 3, 2012

Drawing and manipulating digital drawings of fashion designs has become a hobbie

I love working with layers in Photoshop adding diiferent clothing to this virtual doll.

Also, mixing my thoughts with the imagery i enjoy creating ( doodling) is very therapeutical.



Hooked on Granny Squares!

August 4, 2012

Gosh! I haven’t have so much addiction to an activity until now that I started crocheting : ) !  I learned the basic stiches when a was around 8 years old and then browsing on one of those “one Dollar Stores”, i found a crochet kit with everythin on it ( a little o yarn i 4 colors, a hook, and abooklet with instructions how to crochet diff types of flowers and….I was hooked!

So I decised to take a couple of classes at my local JoAnns’s Fabrics store and boy! Suddenly the gates were open and i just can’t stop doing them!

 What makes it so appealing is the fact that each Granny Square is fast an easy to create and you don’t feel stuck in an never-ending-project (eventhough it really is to complete a beadspread) because each square is unique and you get to choose different colors, design  and types of yarns within each of them.



July 23, 2010



May 10, 2010

I’m exploring creating new textures to use as backgrounds for some of my future portfolio projects.


Noise ( Third Revision)

March 10, 2010


Voices keep gossiping,

don’t listen.

Just hear them.

Muffle the noise,

observe intention,

then: forget.

Remembering is a sticky thing,

like  syrup from the Chicle tree

where rocking into a deep sleep,

you sang the song within:

My favorite place
is inside my head,
where I can see you
vain and scared.

With all your bias
tainted by your fears,
and all your judgments,
of yesteryears.

My favorite place
is not in your head,
Where I can see me,
Lame and untamed.

With all your bias,
see me tainted by your fears,
I see your judgments 
of yesteryear.

 My favorite place
is here, in my head
where, to your noise:
I have grown deaf.

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About Keat’s Negative Capabilities

February 9, 2010

I’ve been reading Oliver’s chapter dealing with: “Diction, Tone and Voice”.  I should confess that the part about “Negative Capability” is the one that puzzled me the most. After reading how this originated with Keats  I decided to research about the term and I found this:

 Keats believed that great people (especially poets) have the ability to accept that not everything can be resolved….that the truths found in the imagination access holy authority. Such authority cannot otherwise be understood, and thus he writes of “uncertainties.” This “being in uncertaint[y]” is a place between the mundane, ready reality and the multiple potentials of a more fully understood existence” (Wikipedia: Negative Capabilities)

 Somehow, this topic strokes a fiber deep inside me.


 Negative Capability is as Oliver (quoting Keats) states: –“when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, Mysteries doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact & reason—(Oliver pg 83).


My failure to reach a verdict on the reason why our search for knowledge  — as means to understand  our reason to be in this world,– is somehow justified and shared by others.

“In the beginning darkness was upon the face of the deep.”

We all are born in darkness.

As we arrive into this world,

we have no idea what is that we are supposed to do.

So we turn to knowledge.

We try to learn what our purpose in life is.

By learning we try to shed “light” into our lives.

We learn to interact with each other.

We learn a trade. We learn to learn.

But the void is there;

No deed, no work, no thought, sheds sufficient light.


Is it “knowledge” really, our way to enlightenment?


Blackness sets  in.

Hope is dim.

Life stays still.

We walk in darkness,

the road in place.

The  light is dimming,

we find no trace.

The crowds  are thinning,

always retrieving.

The winds are sifting

There is no end.


Blackness sets in.

Hope is dim.

My life stays still.