Eclectic has been the staple term I’ve used to describe myself for nearly four years. I am an amalgamation of my experiences and environment; a person that ebbs and flows with the moments.
My parents migrated to the United States from Guanajuato, Mexico in order to fend for a more prosperous future for my siblings. I am the youngest out of four and one out of two to be born in the US, coining me as a Chicana. My parents are straddle the line between strict and lenient parenting, allowing me to experience the odd mix of their Mexican upbringing bleeding into a more “American” way in how they raised us. They honed in on teaching us the value of work and effort that is heavily respected in Mexican communities by making us work as a part of my
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I am acutely aware of the how lucky I am to be able to virtually choose any profession and eternally grateful to the amount of supportive teachers and adults I’ve met that pick up where my parents’ knowledge falters. They have filled my environment with a constant emphasis on education and vivid art. Most of the teachers I’ve met during my academic career have been avid supporters of challenging myself by encouraging me to take rigorous courses, rooting for me and offering any type of help they can so that I can succeed. Art has been the underlying motivator throughout my life, serving to stimulate my mind differently from academic rigor and as an outlet of self expression in musical and visual forms. The works of Francisco Goya ranging to the entirety of Dada period art, a music taste spanning over a multitude of genres, clothing inspiration from i-D Magazine and thrifted DIYs. The expanse of of information that has been exposed so that I can explore is more than my parents ever had available to them at my age; I’ve taken a piece of everything I’ve seen and incorporated it into myself, knowingly or not, mushing it together to form my version of Chicano culture resulting from being Mexican in