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  • En español:

    Lucho a diario con mis ojos que empeorando y pequeños accidentes que me pasan por eso y cada accidente - chocar con un mueble, tirar una copa de vino o seguir echando te a mi taza porque no veo que ya esta llena - lo primero que siento es: no valgo! Me quiero desesperar. Luego me doy toda una cátedra sobre inclusión y auto aceptacion y etcetera y etcetera, la teoría políticamente correcta sobre el tema que predicamos en grupos e eventos. Y agarro nuevo equilibrio por un rato. Pero la pregunta de preguntas presiona: vale mi vida?

    Y muchas veces justo en estos momentos vulnerables personas de cerca y de lejos me escriben cartas: como viendo mis imágenes en mi pequeño Kikimundo les ayuda a entenderse a ello o ellas mismas y me doy cuenta que tod@s buscamos y sufrimos lo mismo y de alguna manera mi arte se conecta con eso y nos conecta y entonces puedo creer por un rato mas que mi vida vale. Quiero compartir estos bellos mensajes aquí, me dicen que son curativos para ell@s y al tomarse el tiempo a escribirmelo ME CURAN A MÍ!!!

    In English:

    I struggle daily with my filing eyesight, going for worse, and with many daily accidents - I run into pieces of furniture, throw over and break wine glasses or pour tea in already full cup, because I do not SEE that the cup is already full - and the first reaction inside myelf to each of these accidents is a horrible scream inside my bones that announces I AM WORTHLESS! I fall into immediate desesperation. Then I start teaching myself a lesson in the politically correct way to talk about disability, self acceptance and inclusion that we teach and talk about a lot in our GRUPO VISIÓN. Slowly I return myself to some composure and equilibrium, at least most of the time. But with these crisis the question of all questions presses intensely on me: How valuable is my life?

    And often just at those moments I receive letters from people, who tell me not just that my art is good art (who knows if it is!!??) but how looking at my images helped them heal their own aching hearts and calm down their own self - wounding questions. And these are miracles in my little life and that my words and images help these individuals and that they take the time to write me about it, THAT HEALS ME!

    I want to share some of these messages, some in English, some in Spanish, here, I am so content that images are understood worldwide and are more basic and farreaching often than words:

    Now I've been traveling in Central America for 5 month.Then currently I'm in San Cristobal de las cases. I found your shop here and I was very impressed and I loved it. I am very appreciated you because your paintings were completely understandable and healed my heart. I wanted to say thank you directly but I heard you are not here at the I wrote this to you.
    I've met lots of kind of people in this travel. And it was very inspired me a lot.But sometimes I feel very depressed because the people I met were amazing,very talented,and intelligent,,and sometimes looks so happier and beautiful.and I compared to them,I feel "what do I have? I have nothing.why it's so different?". I think like this. And I think a lot,depressed again. It's always like this bad routine.
    But when I saw your paintings (especially I love "the tree from corazón roto"),I realized it's not only me that feel depressed sometimes. And it is not good to compared to someone. Happiness is always inside of myself. Your words and paintings were coming directly into my heart. I really would like to meet you and meditate together.I still sometimes think a lot (like about my life,work,love etc..). But I keep your words in my mind and try to meditate myself. If you don't mind,please tell me how to meditate,what are you usually thinking when you meditate(I know thinking nothing is the one of the purpose of meditation.but I have no idea about it..)
    Thank you very much for reading this. I really feel happy that I can share my story to you.maybe I wanted to share this to someone.(hopefully not bothering you..)
    I'm not sure that when I leave here and come back here again,but I really hope that I can meet you in the future. (written by a Japanese woman named Mari)

    Hoy por la mañana fui con ojos de amor y mi corazón en la mano a #KikiMundo pensando en encontrarte allí, pero no estabas, solo estaba la Srita que allí atiende.... Quería saludarte, abrazarte, besarte y decirte lo mucho que me gusta leer. (escrito por un joven de Villahermosa que solo conozco por FaceBook)

    I retired from the Fort Worth symphony a year and a half ago. I enjoy thrift shopping now and am always looking for art.I went shopping at Good Will and I found your etchings. I wanted to say I do enjoy these so much. I had to have The Guardian Angel reframed because of the broken glass but the others still look good. They seem to be from the 1980's. I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate your art work and I've enjoyed getting to know who you are through Facebook. (Jan Justus Crisanti)
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