Here are some little darlings I made back in 2001. I took a class at la escuela de artes plasticas in old san juan. They were originally supposed to be interactive. I imagined them installed in a playground, where children could constantly be painting and repainting on them.
One day before they moved forever to my cousin Jimmy's yard, they spent on the lawn outside El Morro (where the school is essentially), with paint, my great friend Amy F., and paint brushes of course. But no one stopped by. I was disappointed. And I wonder why Amy and I didn't paint some ourselves. At any rate, they have kept up well.
The holes in some of the bodies are representations of those of us who are missing something.
Now I like them because I think life begins and ends with tunnels. In fact all of time may be a circular tunnel, to my imagination.
I had to add this last little note. This morning on my friend's blog I found a link to this woman's site. Oh my god I love this. I can't think of anything more inspirational at the moment.