for too long, i ran away from being an artist.
having two science-minded sisters (one, a medical professional, the other, a computer scientist--both stanford grads) i saw my artistic inclination as a burden against fitting in with my family.
my mother is a first-generation mexican american and my father was born in indonesia. their immigrant backgrounds made them especially appreciative of the success that is born of hard work. they are products of the american machine. hence, they always expected much of me. failure was never an option. out of fear of disappointing them, i chose to make my college path more practical, choosing to major in art history while at vassar, rather than studio art.
but after graduating last may, i found myself lost, with too many opportunities, and no real drive to pursue any. having interned at MOCA and the Los Angeles Contemporary Art Gallery, i had the credentials to further my career in museum administration. but there was no passion there...nor any jobs available to me.
so in the haze of unemployment and with a deep feeling of loss, my own resistance backfired. it forced my return to the one thing that always made me feel the most alive. painting.
here i am.