Maxmilliano de los Bichos
The earth on which I stand as the Earth on which the Syrian runs.
The water ice it was the water that sustains the hearts of my Mexican sisters.
If people breathe the same air as all sentient beings, if we stand beneath the same son, or caressed by the same wind, buried in the same dirt, are we not then all one?
The maggots, the grubs, the roots of trees, the rocks, the ants, and groove in the soil, make room for our food to grow, make the soil in which our food grows. Are we not then part maggot, grub, route, rock, ant?
Living that, making art That, making THAT my art… Well, there’s the rub.
I work at honoring all aspects of life in my art, the struggles, sorrows, joys, laughter, entropy, birth; the entire cycle. I use paper as my medium because it is so forgiving, versatile, bold, colorful, organic, like the trees from which it comes. Eventually, like everything, my art will go back to the Earth. The trees will recognize their sisters and welcome them home
Rebecca views controversial subject matter with a bit of humour, -with life being tough enough, we all need something to smile about.
So sit back, relax... and let Rebecca put a smile on your face and warm your heart! –Miqui Mendes