
Well how did it go? It went alright.
I'm preparing myself for the questions I will be asked in the future. They will ask how my gallery show went and I will say, it went alright. I wish I had electricity running to the light bulbs I hung. I wish I could have changed what I put on the ids. I would just rather have a name, id number, and a birthday. Plain and simple. If I really did this project right and I'm basing this on my artist's statement; which I made a week before it was due. It would have just been about Mexicans. Cause really the people I used really made it too much "beating around the bush" and safe. To be honest the idea was there but I really need to go out of my way to get it done correctly.
Here is my artist's statement. Which I have a feeling nobody read but myself in the gallery.
Already Here, Already Home
One idea grew into another and I should have someone shake me for thinking so narrow. I didn’t like the way my California ID card looked or rather my California Driver’s License. There is a difference, yet you get them at the same place and they make you fill out the same form. It wasn’t because I disliked my picture. It was for the design and principle. I don’t want to read your eye color; I want to look in them. When will I ever outspokenly doubt your identity based on the number of your weight? What do people who “card you” look at first? Your date of birth, the expiration date, the face on your card, then at your face, where you’re from, your height, and maybe your name if you’re lucky.
So these opinions and thoughts gathered and another idea arose. A piece of paper and a set of numbers should not determine who you are but that is what this world has become today. Know issues that are inevitable. And know the things that are not because we are all held by them. Many have lived and breathed the air and stop breathing in it because that is where their desire had led them whether or not they thought about it. There are too many people in this world to recognize the great ones and leaders sitting next to you on your way to a city you can’t wait to arrive in. So I come to you with a question mark of judgment and it needs to be answered now because we can’t kick the habits of neglect to our problems and our people. Who is staying and who is leaving? Who is staying and who is leaving?! I’m already here and we’re already home.
+Ella AviƱa

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