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I was born in Havanna Cuba. My father was a political prisoner he had been jailed for a few years. He and my mother got married by proxy , his father stood up in his place. In the year that he was free I was born. With an on going investigation of his political leanings he knew he had to leave Cuba. At first he was able to acquire passports for him and my mother. I was not born yet. A couple of weeks before they left for Spain I was born. The officials in Cuba wouldn't let me go with my parents. My father had a relative working in the government and he managed to get some papers for me and in the middle of the night a month after I was born we left for Spain, Asturias. I lived in a small village called Parres where a long line of my ancestors are from dating back to the 1300's. I lived with my grandfathers sister. My parents lived in Madrid. My father worked for the American Consulate debriefing Cubans before they came to America. Both…

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  • Born on October 14
  • Joined July 28, 2007

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sculpey, semi precious stone, sterling silver wire wrapping, copper polymer clay, wood, water colors

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I was born in Havanna Cuba. My father was a political prisoner he had been jailed for a few years. He and my mother got married by proxy , his father stood up in his place. In the year that he was free I was born. With an on going investigation of his political leanings he knew he had to leave Cuba. At first he was able to acquire passports for him and my mother. I was not born yet. A couple of weeks before they left for Spain I was born. The officials in Cuba wouldn't let me go with my parents. My father had a relative working in the government and he managed to get some papers for me and in the middle of the night a month after I was born we left for Spain, Asturias. I lived in a small village called Parres where a long line of my ancestors are from dating back to the 1300's. I lived with my grandfathers sister. My parents lived in Madrid. My father worked for the American Consulate debriefing Cubans before they came to America. Both of my parents thought it best I live in Parres on the families farm because they had no one to watch me in Madrid while they worked. My Tia Gloria was like a mother to me. I called her Rora. Although I was only 4 when I came to America. She is the first person that taught me about the beauty of the simple things and farm life and looking at everything in art form.

I've always loved art. I would look at something and hear what it was telling me by all the beautiful colors. A lot of times I get a thought in my head and I dream about it over and over again. I paint it in my head, then I make it into clay form, then I paint it again. This process repeats over and over until I finally work on it and make it come to be.

Isn't Art A Beautiful Thing.....

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