Before I forget Stories

Cositas y tesoros que uno encuentra en una casa en la cual ya nadie está. Silencios que guardan historias, rincones que respiran memoria. Entre todo, encontré una cartita a Papá Noel escrita por el Sambito. En su letra temblorosa decía: “Papanoel, te pido 2 pistolas en estas navidades. — Jorge Lanas.” Un papelito torcido, con letras de niño aprendiendo a soñar, que para cualquiera hubiera sido basura… pero para mí por siempre será un tesoro. No sé por qué no me quedé con ese

Edina — The Artist Who Said Yes (A Story of Friendship, Courage, and the Power of Art) I met Edina Seleskovic  at The Corcoran School of Art in Washington, D.C. Our studios were side by side, and I would watch her walk past carrying her enormous sculptures with the kind of confidence only a young artist with a clear purpose possesses. Beautiful Bosnian. Tall. Brilliant. And an absolutely INCREDIBLE belly dancer — Edina stood out from the very beginning. She carried herself wi

(October 2017) When I first began working with Nicole Stott on The Space Suit Art Project , I felt as if the universe had handed me a sacred assignment. Nicole had given me four art boxes to take to children’s hospitals — each one a small vessel of color, hope, and cosmic imagination. At that time, my connections were mostly with schools, not hospitals. But I knew this mission was different — delicate, purposeful, and deeply human. I wanted to choose each location with intent

I find it funny — and fascinating — how ideas come to me. Sometimes they wake me up in the middle of the night, before dawn, like an alarm before an important trip. This time, I woke up thinking about Schopenhauer and the will. How could the thoughts of a philosopher I studied so long ago still echo inside me — strong enough to pull me out of a dream? Before I fell back asleep, deep thoughts began to unfold.I started to reflect on my own driving force — my will. I realized th