Siya_Nara

UNITED STATE Boutique was insane enough to sponsor me, where they give me money to create art for Sacramento's affluent.

I'm a periodically employed 20something Puerto Rican spinster born in Sacramento, Califas. I reside in a disintegrating, crumbling and historic building in the downtown area of the city of trees. That is where my art studio exists.

That’s where you’ll find me, arguing with my boyfriend, Art.

I'm in an abusive relationship with Art. Art beats me up, steals my money, provokes me to kick Art's ass...and I sometimes do. Art fills me with empty promises of monetary success and affection, belittles me, humbles me, calls me derogatory names and fills me with shameful insecurities that keeps me in booze filled blurring isolation in a dark corner at my own art receptions. But, I stick around for that sporadic and surprising moment where Art shows me Art loves me. Where Art embraces me in Art's warmth and tells me I'm one of the few that can tolerate Art's whirlwind of chaos and instability. That one moment keeps me hooked to Art. And in the morning when I rise from my own pool of crimson with violet and cobalt bruises and a mars blackened eye, I will look at my paint splattered clothes and fingertips and know that Art was all worth it.

Because I never had to work at Wal-Mart.