Everything Comes Back In The Fall.

Interconnection-by-Justin-Boivin

Hi, wow its been SO long since I’ve posted something on here, I have missed it immensely . No, its not because I had nothing to say, although that would be fun; however, it was due to the fact that I have been super inspired and busy with other projects, and well, I figured you have been too, but here we are, and just in time for fall. And you know what they say, EVERYTHING comes back in the fall.

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This fall Venus comes back from retrograde, the children go Back to School and Mars goes into retro spinning all the fall trends straight out of the 70’s. Now, if you are waiting for scarves, and long fawn knee high boots to hit the streets, then keep waiting because this years trend has everything to do with heavy patterns, chunky shoes and loud deep colors. My kind of style. ;)

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The Force Awakens!

No, this is not a Star Wars post, although those who know me well –know that I am a fan of the saga. This however, has everything to do with turning 37, and what turning 37 means. 37 means power, it symbolizes force, a force that can only be understood once the soul awakens after combat.  37, is the moment of self understanding, which is why its numerical value in Hebrew language is “I AM”.  37, is about self love, and no longer compromising oneself for the comfort of others. 37 means, having an awareness that not everyone will love the way you do, but that doesn’t mean you have to stick around and be loved less. Surrounding yourself with those who will help you grow, and vise versa — be a teacher and also learn from those around you.

37, means not having to break yourself in pieces because someone else hasn’t figured themselves out yet. 37, means peace. 37, means the return of love.

If you would have told me 2 years ago that I would feel amazing today, I would have closed the door on your face, went back to bed and slept for another week. Turning 36 was magical, if you don’t believe in magic, then you need to stop reading this right now, because you’re a waste of space in my blog.

Last year, I began the transition into what would become one of the best years by far, I turned 36. Now, if you know me well, then you know that I don’t just celebrate my birthday on the 28th of April, no– I celebrate my birthday for 28 days. That’s right, I celebrate myself for 28 days, (because I spend every day of the year on someone else) now; you would have to know me well enough to understand why I do; therefore, I get April all to myself. And I want to thank my friends for allowing me to always drag them into this ridiculous extravaganza, I love you all so hard!

37, has slowly taken the credit for what began during 36. Not only has it awaken my girly parts, but it has also thrown away the snooze button on my love for art. I CAN’T STOP PAINTING. I have to say that out of everything, from doing spoken words at Artisitc Vibes, the outdoorsy things, the cooking, the books –the painting is by far one of the doppest things to come out of this whole process. I have dove back into it 100%, and I don’t see it fading any time soon.

Back in December, I started dreaming again, I’m not saying I didn’t have them before because I dreamt every night, although those were never pleasant, and it caused avoiding to close my eyes on many nights (thank God for friends). However, my dreams began to have color, vibrant beautiful shades of wonderful colors and I grew hungry for love, I grew desperate for passion again, and wanting to create something beautiful again, and wanting to get deep into something again. Shortly after, I began to gain weight, I felt beautiful again, and I felt attractive once more, I had reached happiness again, and instead of diving into a pointless relationship I feed my hunger and soon enough the Borealis series was born.

Miami Borealis

I was going to stop at 20; however, they have caused a big stir that people are requesting them, and I’m not even sure how I got here, but I thank you for even wanting a piece of me in such a delicate way . There’s awesome things happening, so please stay tuned…

My art work is on display along with some of my friends at the Bear and Bird Boutique Gallery inside Tate’s Comics. Who would have thunk it?!?

I roam Miami freely again, and I’m doing great things around town again.

I made peace with my past for once and for all.

  

I forever’d a friend.

I fell in love with Zentagles.

I started dating my family and friends again.

Sisters that vacation together, stay together.

  

 

 I spent Easter with my favorite people in the world.

I have always been fascinated by the moon, however, I have now grown love and respect for the sun.

Last year I went Kayaking and this year I went paddle-boarding.

I went back to dresses.

This team is the best team in the world, their company recharged my spirit. I thank them for not only walking for this event, but for also being part of my life.  I also want to thank Dami and her family whom have been there from day one, which might I add …if it wasn’t for her tough love –this years walk would also have passed us by.

“I don’t care what happens in your life, this walk is always a must. People will disappoint, but you can’t disappoint yourself. You have been my role model. My example for everything. With my marriage. My children. My siblings and my friends. I’m a better person because of you. You’re important. So this is important too.”

You reminded me of why I named it “It Starts With Love”. see you in 2016!

We went back to living again.

  

Shoes and Passion Fruit.

Warning: this post will make you hungry for mofongo, acrylic paintings, dunks, latinas, and passion driven rides.

FRIDAY:

for those who know me know the force I have for anything passion is strong. Passionate showers, passion parties, passionate kisses, passion flowers, passionate dreams and passion fruit, which also applies to painting. After a serious conversation about procrastination with Mutant Model, I went to Michael’s, and purchased a 10 pack of 12×12 canvas, that landed a super duper discount to it, which brought my total to a sweet $8.00 flat, and just in time for the Square Show 5 happening at TATE’S Comics running March 13 – May 2, 2015; therefore,  you get a sneak peek of my Passion for Passion square.

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Sneaker Wonderland:

If there’s one person in my inner circle who knows how to shop, that would be my Top Drawg Nimrod. No one feeds into my obsession for cuteness like him. For 22 years this man has had an eye for the purse I buy, my passion for the next must have dress, and knows that when it comes to an outfit, it’s all about the shoes, and that’s what Saturday consisted of. Shoes. Shoes. Oreos and more shoes.

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After building an appetite from carrying shoes around the Nike Outlet, we picked up the spawns and invaded The Magic City Casino for their Food Truck extravaganza . Out of many -the two I fancy most are Don Mofongo and HipPOP. I could live off of those two for the rest of my life if you let me. (I promise they were happy).

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HipPOP’s Passion fruit dipped in dark chocolate and topped with coconut is to die for. That’s what you, and you, and you and definitely you, need in your life. You’re welcome.

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Now, of course the night was complete after having Don Mofongo’s shrimp mofongo, which always takes me back to those crazy sexy summer nights in Puerto Rico. YUM.

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Valentine’s Weekend 2015.

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 First Stop: No Love…

Word around the igers was that Atomik’s Solo Exhibition was the ‘place to be’ in Wynwood last night; although, we made a pit stop just to check out the gallery real quick, we weren’t expecting the man of the hour posted outside doing yet another Orange. Thanks for the pin, and by the way, those chocolate box’s are atomically romantic of you. Super kawaii!

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On our way to some crazy untraditional Valentines Day fun, we dropped by Register Artist’s exhibit at Wyn317, where I found my favorite piece of the night.

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Although Valentine’s Day is just a regular day, for me it was not your typical Valentine’s Day,  let me first give my condolences to you if you spent it chasing down waiters, and also if you spent it watching 50 shades of Grey, let’s just say, I’m glad I wasn’t you. However, I for one, spent it dancing my ass off, and eating passion fruit ice cream from the Hippop truck, under 45 degree weather at the Wynwood Food Trucks Meet, under the sticky Wynwood Tent with my crew jamming to some crazy ol’school Hip hop and Reggae.

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It was Valentines Day; therefore, there were plenty of artist painting about the cardiac event,  and since I’m a sucker for all that heart-beats, I was loving every minute of it.

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If you had no date for Saturday night then you missed out on some serious play, because since it was the day of LOVE, they were passing out vagina’s everywhere.

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Nothing says classic or romantic like drag queen ballet. When MutantModel came to me with this idea I was Thunder Cats, GO.  I had read up on the play and saw some performance bits here and there, at first it seems like “if you’ve seen one ballet, you’ve seem them all, but once I got there, I was completely blown -away, which seems to be the case for everything I do. Always down for the fun, and forever surprised. The Trocks have received for decades a world wide acceptance in the world off off Broadway. Originally based off of New York, they have taken the hysterical and charming parodies of classical ballet made of an entire cast of men in drag around the world. It was absolutely fantastic, and a great way to end Valentine’s weekend.

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Love is Everywhere in 2015.

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I have been single going on two years, and it wasn’t until recently that I tuned into just how much most of my coupled friends enjoy my single life.

You’d think it’d be the other way around, but as it turns out I have heard, “You’re lucky to be single” a lot more than I’ve ever imagine I would, and it’s far more than I had ever hoped to be reminded of so it’s made me feel less lucky to have such a reality constantly celebrated by others.

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I for one disliked the thought of being single. I do, and it’s puzzling because I am one of the few who enjoys being in a relationship; now, I’m well aware that of all the relationships I have ever walked into all have been out of fear of not finding someone forever. However, it wasn’t until my last relationship that I later accepted the thought of an always rather than a forever, the two are in fact extremely different, and waiting for the right person to come for an always rather than forcing, and trying to make something work out of old bad forever habits (not just mind, but also theirs) was a great lesson to learn.

Moreover, here’s what I’ve accepted about myself while patiently recovering…

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Just because I like the idea of a relationship, doesn’t necessarily mean I am built for one. I have to remind myself of this when the cute talkers come around. That was a lesson learn that the hard way, and it wasn’t until I was with some guy who kept reminding me that, “You have to be patient. I was in love with the idea of you, Wajima…” more times that I would have ever hoped for, in order to accept that it was his reality, that after the dust settled was able to clarify mine, and that the IDEA of a relationship is what I love most, but the reality is that I’m not built for the common relationship, and that’s what I was hung up on.

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I need something more.
I need someone honest.
I need someone adorable.
I need someone with ambition, dreams, values and beliefs.

I am not missing love, its everywhere I turn, it’s in me, I see it; therefore, I’m surrounded by it and I am never without.

I am one of the few who loves her space. I love to be able to do what I want with no interference in my quality time, and I also love sleeping alone. I love my down-time, and I love taking long showers and not sharing my towels with anyone, and I also love pampering myself without thinking of someone else’s needs.

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Therefore, if I open my world to you it’s only because I believe you’re worth sharing my air with, how you handle breathing is something I can’t control.  I can’t stop you from walking away, and I’ll never beg you to stay, the only thing that I can control is love; I love to love, and I have learned to love in space and time. You don’t have to be with someone in order to love. All you need to do is love yourself, keep it moving and eventually the right person will always love the way you love and move.

Happy Valentine’s Day from my heart to yours.

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