Lesly Garcia was born in a small town in Florida in the winter of 1999. An American to some, but a Hispanic too many. Coming from both lovely parents who were raised in Cuba to fight later to come to the state to build a better future for their daughter. Twenty-one years old and a senior at Florida International University. She is majoring in English with a Literature track and works at the FIU Engineering Center as a Proctor. As a hobby, she dances ballet in her spare time and dreams to one day be on Broadway dancing Giselle, The Nutcracker, Cinderella, etc.
Lesly Garcia was born in a small town in Florida in the winter of 1999. An American to some but a Hispanic to many, coming from both lovely parents who were raised in Cuba and fought to come to the state to build a better future for their daughter. Twenty years old and currently a junior at Florida International University. She is currently majoring in English with a Literature track and works at the FIU Engineering Center as a Proctor. As a hobby, she dances ballet in her spare time and dreams to one day be on Broadway dancing Giselle, The Nutcracker, Cinderella, etc.
In the urban roots of Miami, Florida lays a diverse district called Wynwood. It is known for the numerous residences of art exhibits, variety shops, wide-ranging pubs, nonindustrial handmade eateries, and one of the large urban-art establishments known today. However, before it was known as today an art city central, it used to be nothing but abandoned gray warehouses where businesses used to manufacture their items. The one who made it out to be known today is Tony Goldman, seeing the blank walls as canvases to be painted on.
Wynwood is stationed, according to Wikipedia, north of Downtown Miami and Overtown, abutting to Edgewater. It contains two significant sub-regions, Wynwood Art District, which is in the northern hemisphere of Wynwood, and Wynwood Fashion District, which is found by West 5th Avenue. It is also approximately split by North 20th St. to the South, I-95 to the North, I-95 to the West, and the Florida East Coast Railway to the East.
From northern to southern to western to eastern, the district measures about seven thousand seven hundred and twenty-five square miles. Sadly, there isn’t for sure a park in Wynwood except for Roberto Clemente Park; it is a park that contains a baseball field on the side. It may not have any attractions to it, but it does indeed have a good view when the sun goes down. Another “park,” which isn’t technically a park since it isn’t for the public, is José de Diego Middle School Park, called Robert E. Lee Park (Wikipedia).
Today, this district is recognizable globally for its destination of unique fashionable art, clothing, buildings, and businesses. It is one of the most exceptional communities in the United States for its diversity from not just the age gap but also the race and sexuality.
Before the moderation and artistic side of Wynwood, in Miami-History.com says that the district was initially separated and sold off by two Miamians named Josiah Chaille and Hugh Anderson. The area in which both men invested in 1917 was initially thought to be a meadow and a portion of the Pulaski Estate. By 1913 the city of Miami would have considered Wynwood to be part of North Miami. Crazy behavior and legal alcohol in the past tense were slowly taking part in North Miami.
Josiah Chaille is best known for working for the Miami City Council and working in the retail business with his father. Most of the street names in which many pass by and use as a sense of direction were thought out to be part of Chaille’s plan around October 1920.
His companion, Hugh Anderson, went from working as a hotel clerk to becoming a millionaire due to a time where Miami became its best days. Along with being a founding father of Wynwood, he was also according to the site “involved with the development of Miami Shores and the Venetian Islands.”. Not only that, but he was also one of the constructors of Biscayne Boulevard. The last thing that was recorded about him was that his wealth and possessions were wasted and then finally passed away.
Both men took Wynwood around 1917 and decided to call it what it is today, Wynwood. Months later, it became known as Wynwoo Park (without the “d”), but the people decided against it and referred to it as just Wynwood again.
Wynwood was best known for its factory laborers, but there were also middle-class families staying there. Stores started to open up, bakery becoming well known all around for its freshly pleasant smell, and the Coca-Cola plantation opened up in 1926. Many job opportunities were opening up, and the people rushed to work in the beautiful district as well as live around the area.
At around the 1920s, Wynwood became a fashionable district for clothing stores, Cubans migrating in the early 1960s helping out with the work as it gradually grew to how it is now. There were about two hundred and twenty-five businesses within around that time, “$64 million in sales” (Miami-history.com), and “manufacturers drew about $125 million” annually. As 20 years passed, South Koreans bought many of the stores within Wynwood’s Fashion District.
Now, around the early 2000s, there was industrial migration and decline. Still, great minds came together and came with an idea of using the neglected warehouses and factories as a business of art.
But what makes Wynwood peek is the street art itself. Since the launch and opening of the Second Saturday Art Walk and Art Basel, the community of artists has become outstanding. Around the world, an artist would travel to come and see the district, gain inspiration from it, and showcase it to the world. Leaving a continuous pattern of people learning more and more about the Wynwood area itself.
Wynwood rests on a total population of about 17,923 people, with Miami alone having 432,622, according to areavibes.com. Florida overall has a population of 19,934,451. If speaking in Density terms, then it would be 10,246 for Wynwood, 12,022 for Miami, and Florida 294. After much research, Wynwood’s median age was 35.2, leaving a Male/Female ratio of about 1.2:1. Not sure how many are married, for there are no answers to it, but there is a percentage of families with kids under 18, and that is 47%. The population density overall in Wynwood is 15% lower than in Miami itself. It is also 11% lower in median age than Miami. However, there is 70.50% of White staying at Wynwood, 19.11% being African American, and lastly, 1.28% being Asian.
Going through the cost of living is 2% more expensive than the US average, being around 102 while Miami is only 109. A change of being a victim when it comes to Wynwood crime is 1 in 15, 6,930 per 100k people crimes being committed. Next is employment; the median household income is $53,417, 3% lower than the US average. The median rent price is $1,296, Median home value $156,805, and Home Ownership 22/100.
INTERVIEW WITH PAST RESIDENT, FLORIAN
Were you born and raised in Wynwood?
No, I was born in France but decided to move to the United States to have a better future for myself. I wanted to visit a new place I’ve never gone to and put myself out there. Learn without the help of my parents on what it means to be independent and an adult.
Have you ever seen yourself opening a bakery in Wynwood?
I would say yes, although it seems hard it isn’t impossible. Right now, I’m living in Washington, but all I could ever hope for is to open various bakery shops around the world.
What did you enjoy the most in Wynwood?
The community. It has a different vibe than where I’ve come from. Here one interacts with another easily due to a piece of art; people are more outgoing and confident. I’ve also enjoyed most of my time in Wynwood when I was with my girlfriend, and we would go on each date somewhere different around the area. It would be a new museum, restaurant, or shop we’ve never seen before or so happened to pass by it. Wynwood changed me for the better. I’ve come to understand myself and even learned English while working here in Zak the Baker.
Some of the most well-known landmarks in Wynwood are the art museums: The Marguiles Warehouse Collection, Rubell Family Collection, and Calix Gustav Collection. Each museum has its flair for personality and differences when it comes to the art world.
Rubell Family Collection: Rubell has a fantastic gallery; it is filled with each different room contemporary art. It contains a lot of divergences; it tries to get the audience’s attention by trying to push the viewer to see the pieces through different lenses. There are collections of sculptures, paintings, and mixed media pieces. For one to enter, the admission cost is $10, which is not that bad. Aside from it being a gallery, it also has a small book and gift store. Don’t miss the opportunity of going!
The Marguiles Warehouse Collection: Speaks in volumes, whether it is through the beautiful art piece of the headless bodies, space, and symmetry from a white cube, a face that speaks words slowly about beauty and nature, etc. It is a nonprofit institute that exhibits collections and educational programs. They have a mind-boggling compilation of some of the greatest Anselm Kiefer of time. It is an enormous and spacious museum; just don’t judge the book by its cover.
Roberto Clemente Park: This beautiful, peaceful park is about 25 acres long, there is a baseball field next to it. Sadly, this park does not contain any attractions like other parks, but it does make up for it for the beautiful view of the sun going down. It is also the right place if one ever decides to have a picnic date or get together. There’snot much information about this park; it feels more like a hidden gem.
Robert E. Lee Park (José de Diego Park): For this small park, it is also not very well known, but it is still considered a park. Yet, this park is off-limits to the public, for it is only accessible for the students that go to the school.
I did more research about why there weren’t any parks near Wynwood, but I did find out that the community is asking for one. It is still being thought-out or planned by the people on how it would look.
There are various forms of transportation and ways around going into Wynwood. There was this small scooter rental shop (forgot the name), in which one can take it for a couple of hours but must return it afterward. Wynwood is supplied with a Metro bus and Miami’s free trolley assistance throughout the district. According to Wikipedia, it is by “Metromover’s School Board Station” located in the south of Wynwood and by the “Miami Metrorail in adjoining Allapattah” which is located in 36 St./ US 27 and NW 12 Avenue.
Aside from this, there are other abilities to go to and from Wynwood; there are also carpool bicycles, taxis, etc.
The best results, in my opinion, are the Metro Bus and Miami’s free trolley. One spends less on those two options, even if it takes time to get there. But once arrived in Wynwood, there is no need to drive here and there, everything is just a block away.
Now for the best part, FOOD! Wynwood contains a variety of different cultural foods, and most of these restaurants aren’t found anywhere else but here. I remember walking one day with my friends to a donut shop called as you guess it by the picture, The Salty Donuts. These donuts aren’t like any other donuts I’ve ever tasted. The only con to it is its price range, but if you are a person like me who only spends money on the gratification of having delicious food in your tummy, then this is it! It has also been a favorite for many locals as well, as they take pictures and post it on all kinds of social media accounts. There is a long and drenching line, but the staff is super friendly once speaking to them. This small store is super cozy, and it is aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. There are large tables inside and a couple of bar stools on one end. It contains fresh ingredients and a watery mouth taste.
The next stop was 1-800 Lucky. I’ve come here several times due to their delicious ramen. It is an intimate, relaxing space with a food truck ambiance but all of the amenity of a restaurant. There are a variety of selections of food to choose from, different counters to pick-and-mix once favorite dishes. Music blasted outside, and people gathered around chatting away, smiling. Sadly, it was on that one trips the class went to Wynwood when I entered 1-800 Lucky with a classmate and found out the best ramen restaurant was moving to another location. BUT HAVE NO FEAR! There are still many other ramen shops around Wynwood.
After that delicious taste of Ramen, my pals and I decided to walk into an ice cream shop, they make a unicorn out of it, and it’s utterly beautiful. I also sadly don’t recall the name, but it shouldn’t be hard to find.
Although I spoke already about 1-800 Lucky, there is one thing I left out, and that is they sell a collection of Vinyl if one is into the old school kind of way of listening to music on their record player. The collections are brand new, and they are less expensive than what one would expect. Let alone, if one went to enter Urban Outfitters, the prices of some of their pieces of vinyl are crazy high-priced than in this small shop. There is music from the 80s, 90s, and more — a variety of genres from disco to classical to rap to pop to rock. Everything one ever needs in there.
Next to 1-800 Lucky is a small shop that contains super expensive clothing pieces; they are all handmade but again costly. Just thinking about it just makes my heartache. The clothing pieces are beautiful and unique in their way. It has designs of musicians on the back of a pair of jeans to a leather jacket with crystals all around the collar. If I were rich, I’d most likely have my closet filled with their clothes. I believe the reasons as to why it is also super expensive isn’t just due to how it was made but also the time it took and the area they are selling it in.
Overall, Wynwood is the place to be. There are pros and cons to this district, but there are pros and cons all around in other regions or states. What seems to have worked for many is the eye-opening knowledge of different cultures in one place, the different nationalities, genders, age-gap, and sexuality. It brings a sense of home to many, for it doesn’t try to exclude others by excluding I mean, racism, and homophobes. Although the art brings attention to many across the globe, I would have to say it is the people that make it better in the district. The cons have to be more on the pricey side of things. Although the clothes are handmade and unique, not many end up buying stuff from the place due to its crazy price. Many enter, but many leave empty-handed. If there was a way to change this, then I think one should. Aside from that, everything is okay.
The beautiful gifts one can bestow upon another are Time and Kindness. When one is giving their time to someone else, they are offering a portion of their life in which it may never get back. Lending a helping hand to one in need and never expecting a thank you. This act of kindness lies within the act of giving and never taking.
Volunteering offers people opportunities to change lives, including their own. It provides this satisfaction of playing a role in someone else’s life, helping those who may not be able to help themselves. It is a means to give back to the community while developing critical social skills and obtaining necessary work experience at the same time.
Being able to take part in other people’s life gave me a sense of happiness, something in which it is tough to come by. Providing them with a sense of pure joy and high spirits, I was able to connect with them on a more profound and emotional level in Harmony Health Center, a nursing and rehabilitation home for seniors. Waking them up to start their day, bathing them, feeding them, and playing with them became my source of content throughout the couple of days that passed by. It was hard, but something worth the while.
With some, I became close enough to call them grandma and grandpa as they began to call out to me every so often when I had my hands full with other tasks at hand. Through them, I was able to learn more about myself, as well. Some things I learned was that I am a very patient person, especially with those that are in a program with Alzheimer’s. Paying attention to the smallest details was an essential task at hand. This program showed me the different kinds of Alzheimer one has. One might try to stand up, leading them to fall. One repeats over and over again, “I want ballet shoes to dance” in Spanish while another would say “Para Que,” meaning “why” in Spanish for any little thing. Others would try to go under the table and escape the nurses. Lastly, some will try to bite, pinch, punch, or kick another.
There is an estimate from alzheimersnewstoday.com that 44 million people worldwide are living with Alzheimer’s disease. Each disease is different from another. It is, as far as I know, not curable, which is very sad. With any home hospitals, their main task is to help others not lose so much of themselves because of the disease. At times, one would have to be a bit harsh on the patient when it comes to telling them to eat or brush their teeth. If not, they will slowly forget to do it by themselves — leading them to gradually become what many call a vegetable state when they are not able to move physically all around.
I hope to continue this route of giving back to my community in any way, shape, or form after this semester.
PS. Please enjoy this small clip of Jose singing “Mucho Corazón” by Luis Miguel; I hope to bring a smile on one’s face and make their day with this.
Lesly Garcia was born in a small town in Florida amongst the winter of 1999. An american to some but a Hispanic to many, coming from both lovely parents who were raised in Cuba and fought to come to the state to build a better future for their daughter. 21 years old and currently a senior at Florida International University. She is majoring in English with a Literature track.
She is a writer, poet, and painter at heart thanks to her parents. Growing up with her nose rooted in a book and deep in her own imagination, it came as no surprise to those who know her that she wants to write a book of her very own one day. Pulling inspiration from her personal adventures growing up, being in love, battling mental health, and the brutal pain of losing it all, she digs deep into her own woes and allows the sorrows to fuel her writing. Lesly still lives in Florida, with her Canis lovers, Hershey and Nini. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys collecting photocards and love letters, baking sweets, shooting on her vintage film camera, playing her untuned guitar, sipping Cuban coffee, and painting on canvas.
She is a stranger, lover, friend, and daughter experiencing the new sight of Miami through the history from the past that has shaped one’s life, to the many variety of cultures found in a city. This is a city where there’s endless possibilities of creating new memories along with the old whether it is through people, place, or things.
Miami isn’t just a city but a home to many, a home where different cultures come together and become one. A home where strangers become friends and friends become family. Through this class she will experience a new perspective in life, learning through the meanings behind art, what life is in general when it comes to the environment, and the people that makes the city a better place. This class will offer not just to her but also her peers an opportunity to appreciate what they haven’t before.
A quote that matches this class in which she’s always carried with her is “the two most important days in your life is the day you were born and the day you figure out why”.
Welcome dearly friends to Miami in Miami.
METRO AS TEXT
CREATURE OF HABIT BY LESLY GARCIA FIU- MIAMI- September 11, 2019.
Oh! dearest love, sweet home of all curious creatures hopes, and joys, and painting miseries. Tonight, if I may guess, one’s beauty wears a smile of such delight, as brilliant and as bright as the next. Each lost in a soft amaze, I gaze, I gaze into the far distance. Strangers eager to come out and play, jumping from one town to the next as the bridge is what separates one from the journey that awaits. A thousand dreams wrapped up in the feverish man who crosses its way from one side of the metro to the next. It was in the goldenrod of the morning that strangers and I sent wishes up to the heavenly sky, whispered behind crooked teeth and twisted tongues. The day became a place where our love lived, departing from one unfamiliar place to the next where we once belonged in a distant past. A silage of what will one day be a nostalgic memory that only we can recall. I’ve had dreams like this before- and still do Strangers and I pacing down the winding roads trying to catch up to one another. Perhaps it was my overwhelming desire for belonging and acceptance that helped me build a home for each passing person. A home where one can be seen as equal rather than being separated by just a see-through door of a metro. Differences and alikeness are what creates us as humans, a past history, a present time, and a future that lies ahead of us. But even now, to this day, my weary bones are still trying to catch up to that dream that seems far away. Strangers sitting apart from each other never really conversing with one another, a line that seems hard to be broken whether it is due to color, age, or social status. If pushed together even for a small period of time maybe it’ll spark some kind of acceptance with one another. A metro is not only seen to get from one place to the next, it is a place where one can find their next soulmate whether it is through a romantic love or platonic love. A soulmate that can be through music, art, conspiracy theories, politics, etc. A see-through door may separate one stranger from the next, However, it only takes one person to break through it. Breaking the chain of what society says who to be friends with and what or who to love. May this dream consume me whole, for I am a creature of habit just like the next. Rummaging through the corners of one’s mind, waiting, tenderly, for one to come out and play along.
VIZCAYA AS TEXT
SECRET BY LESLY GARCIA FIU- COCONUT GROVE- September 25, 2019.
A September spent by the secret gardens of Vizcaya, varying in different shades of flowers and sculptures. Images of what life could have been in the 1900s struck me, keeping me still in front of a waterfall.
A woman running carelessly across the warm sand bare feet as I chased after her for a wet, sweaty embrace. Layers upon layers of sunscreen on her freckled cheeks, the place on her shoulders already turning cherry as time lingered. Her heart becomes one with the garden in front of her. Her walls become high, blocking any passage for anyone to discover her true intentions about life. Her voice makes any flower grow from underneath the ground.
Through her eyes, I saw all the beautiful chaos swirling around her retina. Her pupils dilated in the dark, standing below the cave as she caught her breath, casting an unformed shadow of a woman with enchanting green eyes. Giggling and spinning in circles. It was a guide, a guide that I must follow through. The guide consists of teardrops, which enhances her own surroundings with an outcast of sympathy and serenity. Her dark hair rustled up with tree branches and petals of blood. It was an unusual sight to see.
Her Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her full edgy eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph’s ears and pixie’s nose any better.
When she broke into a smile, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room. It could jolt me like an electric current when that megawatt smile gave me her full attention. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her nougat-brown hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan’s neck, elegant and smooth. I loved her nebulous, Eden-green eyes which were a-sparkle with the ‘joie de vivre’. They were like two beryl-green jewels melted onto snow.
When I slowly got close to her like a predator ready to attack its prey, she sprinted, holding her dress up. She moved around the maze of the garden, I slowly being able to reach her with my fingertips. Her giggles, become a sound of music to my ears. She touches the sculpture in front of her and screams “Ha, I win what’s my prize?” With a smile of mine I responded, “What would you like it to be?”
“First and foremost, I’ll need someone to escort me to the founder’s ball…” She slowly walked away, a smile still playing on her beautiful lips.
“I will be honored with pleasure,” I softly said to her.
She stops from her short walk, “the smart and kind Garcia coming to my rescue.”
We climbed up the steps and sat on a bench, capturing her hand in mine. I thought, ‘I would love to have this moment live with me forever’.
Our lips crashing together in unison with every wave. Her calamine-pink lips tasted like rose petals. It surprised me that they were plump and not botox-boosted as she had a demure, timorous personality. She whispered to me in a dulcet voice as sweet as any songbird. Her voguish clothes still kept captive an aroma redolent of cinnamon and meadow-fresh mint.
The images slowly faded away. Her delicious scent lingered around my surroundings long after her presence had gone. Her eyes became an image stuck in my brain as I left Vizcaya behind.
DEERING AS TEXT
THE CRIES OF THE FOREST BY LESLY GARCIA FIU- Miami- October 13, 2019.
Life: better yet known as a cycle is formed through a series of events of one’s passing time (existence). Where one meets, grow something beautiful, and later on departure. Leaving behind lost traces of generational mammal decomposition and traces of one’s existence. Whether it is through art work inside a cave or a bed made out of rocks in the center of the woods.
Deering Estate is not a place to just visit, it is home. It cries out to each and every one of us but only a certain few can hear it. The cries of solitude and peace. It is a habitat for an infinite bundle of plants and animals, many of which are still yet to be discovered. It is a place in which supplies oxygen for many to survive. When centered in the middle of a forest and quietness takes over, one comes to realize and understand that one is connected with everything. We connect to the life force of trees, to the birds singing its lovely tunes, to the bones of a once live raccoon, etc. We surrender to the endless deaths and rebirth. Many die before us, giving a piece of themselves to the world whether it is through lessons and histories or by becoming one with the soil of the ground in which we walk on. Nurturing the plants and bugs, so that the next animal in the food chain may eat, and so on. The human soul along with the animals need areas in which where the environment has not been reconstructed. Deering Estate is one of those places in which it has not been rearranged, but rather grown and nurtured. Different kinds of animals lurk behind the bushes of the forest and an about to be an extinct butterfly fly over the heads of many of the students showcasing as a sign of hope that maybe just maybe there is still hope to come.
CHICKEN KEY AS TEXT
INVADERS BY LESLY GARCIA FIU- MIAMI- October 23, 2019.
Red hot liquid grows from the sole of my feet. A bubble wrapped around me with no punctured holes makes the air feel so thick that I could barely breathe. As the liquid reaches my shoulder blades, panic arises. Kicking and scratching, the bubble wouldn’t bulge not even a fair minimum. Anger consumes my very own being. A small sound coming from another person’s mouth can be the end of them (figuratively). Words flow out of my mouth as it forms its own sentence without the permission of the owner, myself. These words cut deep on the stranger’s flesh. Each cut being a different word or sentence thrown at them. Hurting them like it hurts me. Yet they aren’t the solution or the problem to my own.
Taking a walk around the Deering Estate, I stumbled upon at the very back a body of water. The soft breeze kisses my cheeks as it cools my temper. Trees dance to a slow lullaby, groups of fish racing to their finish lines as they jump through some of their obstacles, birds flying high in the sky, etc. A boat awaited in one corner…. Calling my name to take a seat. My legs took me to it, placing one leg in front of the other. As my bum touched the wooden seat, the water began to push the boat out with no destination in mind.
Intruders maneuvered their way into the homes of many. A cigarette butt, plastic containers/ cups, plastic bags, etc. My anger only grew but more this time for a sole purpose. What I worried about before became the size of the ants compared to what I was worrying about in that instance. The animal’s home is becoming a toxic habitat. Toxic in the sense of them breathing, swimming around, and feeding on it. These poor creatures are dying because of the hands of my people, becoming more and more than each day passes extinct or endangered.
The animals begged to be helped as my hands reached out to grab the intruders. Hours passed that same day, and within those hours the boat became a mountain of intruders. Each intruder is being kicked out by a bodyguard (myself). Yet from the looks of it, one boat can even feel suffocated. So, we sent a second and a third boat with many more bodyguards. The anger became nonexistent but only the feeling of worry and contempt filled my body. Worried for the next day, for that same body of water could be invaded yet again eventually but contempt for having the power to help.
WYNWOOD AS TEXT
A BEGINNING AND AN ENDING BY LESLY GARCIA FIU- MIAMI- DESIGN DISTRICT- November 6, 2019.
A string of twinkling lights hangs from the ceiling and falls onto the floor. Two strings being what connects one from the other almost as if it was a message. Yet those messages could decipher more than one meaning. It could mean one person is the same as the next, or it could just mean one person has lived two kinds of live. The heart break of a family, friend, or foe… and the second being the heartbreak of death. The artist (Felix Gonzales- Torres) left it to the viewer’s interpretation, never inputting what it could really mean. Yet he did leave one clue, that every light that goes by equals the light of the human being. For one day one just simply die just like the light dies out.
Light is like a soul, it can live a long lifetime or it can live a short one at that. For each light bulb is different from the next. As each contain its own set of bolts but run through the same power line. The set of bolts could be one’s uniqueness in life yet the power line could be the same life force one contains to live, like a beating heart.
This artist along with another (Wade Guyton), seemed to contain the same ideas about the beginning and the ending of things. Unlike Felix Gonzalez- Torres, Wade Guyton revolved his work around the idea of a cartilage printing ink. Each tablet or should I say canvas had different cartilages of ink. When one ran out, he would grab the other canvas and use a new cartilage. When looking at this beautiful masterpiece it contained a certain replica meaning behind Felix’s. Which is why he probably asked to have his work next to the other artist. His meaning alike Felix is there is always a beginning and an ending to things, yet just like light bulbs that at times one might die right before the rest so does an ink cartilage. See how the black ink at times end earlier than the next or lasts longer than the next. It is all a message that many know about but at times need reminding, that life is too short. This should give the viewers the motivation to take this message and hold it deeply, and as well to live to their fullest for one may never know when it is their time to say their goodbyes.
HISTORYMIAMI AS TEXT
TREASURES BY LESLY GARCIA FIU- Miami-November 20, 2019.
A passage of time lies ahead in HistoryMiami. Documented information or artifacts of our ancestor’s existence play a role in the shape of humanity. Telling their story and passing it on to younger generations as a reminder to keep fighting for what they wish for. From a knife made of a bone of an alligator, to a society of human beings winning against nature’s predators, to a race of people wishing to escape from another race only to be free, to then a railroad construction and the power to vote only once, to a bus and how the world slowly became more modern, and lastly to two different boats with the same problem from home but different outcomes.
To see how the world is documented and saved as precious treasures astounds me. It astounds me more to know that many folks have yet to see these treasures, many go by their day never taking a moment to appreciate how society has grown and still has yet to grow. Indulging myself in the stories told from each room as I felt a sense of wonder. Almost as if I was there in those times. Crazy how the mind can create moving images, placing the person in a scene where they have never stood or lived. Yet with these images I grow more love for others.
A story in which struck me the most was when the lovely tour guide Maria Moreno spoke of the differences between the boat and the raft. How the boat was sailed by a couple of Haitians who were seeking refuge. Wishing to live a life that would be better for their young ones. Along with the raft that arrived with five Cubans seeing refuge. However, each receiving a different outcome. How crazy the world is to turn their back on a race due to their color of skin. When we do not differ from the next. Yet this problem has been known way back as well and to this day it still is.
These treasures are a reminder of not to be who you want to be but also a reminder to keep fighting for rights rather than wrongs. To stand with different nationalities, race, sexuality, etc. And to believe that we the people can do right, but only if we truly try. The treasures of the past and its troubles only remind us to go forward rather than backwards. To never have to deal with the same footsteps many went through. But to only push forward and seek for the better in the people and the world. Better yet…
TREAT PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS.
ART MIAMI AS TEXT
HIDDEN GEMS BY LESLY GARCIA FIU- Miami Beach-December 4, 2019.
Throughout the first half of the course in Miami in Miami, Professor Baily taught the class what it means to live in a city. Where all the hidden gems could be found and what one learns from their experience in being first hand in a place where many consider it as home. Art revolves all around one’s being, from it being nature, to the history of our ancestors, and lastly to a man-made canvas or sculptures. On our last stop for the semester, Professor Baily finished the class with a BIG BANG. A big bang indeed.
A divergent collection of art pieces from across the globe, standing proudly within both of the fairs found within Miami: UNTITLED and ART MIAMI. UNTITLED welcomed guests with open arms as each slot or space within contained different artists from different nationalities. Tackling down one’s significance of their historical, social, and cultural identity. Their art enables controversial topics; however, they try to address it in a way by reminding us of its power in a political and literary way. It also reflects the changes from something so traditional to something so contemporary, and times it comes hand in hand. We find examples of this within the beautiful art works of Kawayan de Guia, Joana Choumali, Arlés De Río, etc.
As one sees the different pieces from each booth, their minds expand with the knowledge of each artist’s background. An artist who fell ill but painted in bed, pictures she once took on an IPhone from her trip to Africa. An organic artist that went on a canoe for a couple of days, checking upon the mangroves for they are an indicator of health in the ecosystem. He worked with a team of his own, researching more about the topic and in ways creating ceramics based on the structure of the mangrove for the pleasure of the aesthetic and because it is conceptual. An artist who plays with space and with nature perspectives. An artist who taught herself to sow, who has a tapestry skill along with photographing. An artist who creates African symbols through ceramics. An artist who focuses more on geometry imperialism, etc.
The word Artist and its meaning is far beyond just one
definition, for they are more than what my hands can count.
ART MIAMI is another amazing fair that was brought to life by many other artists. However, the difference between ART MIAMI and UNTITLED is that this fair is a second-hand seller within this fair many of the artworks contained a prison painting with bright neon colors to a Swarovski crystal Buddha to an in-depth perception railroad, etc. Never in my life would I have been able to say I’ve witnessed and saw firsthand a Pablo Picasso art work. It was funny seeing his little doodles and then left breathless when hearing about its price. Aside from new incoming artists and their art pieces that seemed to stand out the most due to their colors and sense of style on it. There was also an artist aside from Pablo Picasso in which I’ve heard about here and there, Basquiat and Banksy.
I applaud and praise many artists as I come to learn how long it takes to finish an art piece of their own and how well done it is as they focus on the smallest details. Their work of art brings attention in a global stance as they point out the good and the bad, never focusing on just one side of the spectrum. With what I’ve learned, I hope to carry it with me. To never give up, reach for my dreams, and know that in my heart I can do this. For the only person who holds me back is me alone.
Everglades as Text
ROOTS BY LESLY GARCIA
Everglades- January 22, 2020
the walk the surfaces were quite bumpy, some had a steep hole and others were
flat surfaces. A stick is what kept us from falling, falling to the traps that
the animals have made underwater. Alligators lurking on the sideline, away from
their prey. They hide in the depths of the water either sleeping or relaxing
under the blazing sun in a cold day. Pig frogs chanting their lullabies nearby,
birds joining in with their own tune, and the flies moving around in a loop of
class were witnessing the beauty behind the everglades through a tour. A tour
that has kept us speechless yet wanting to ask even more questions. The
student’s eyes were hypnotized by the movement of the water, they smiled and
laugh whenever they were close to hitting the water face first when a secretive
deep hole laid ahead of them, and the teacher was watching closely as the trees
move when the wind kisses it.
species of cypresses are found within the everglades, the bald cypress (which
goes by the name taxodium distichum) and the pond cypress (taxodium ascendens).
Aside from this the area contains a variety of plants and trees in which thrive
within the wetland habitat. With 2 million acres of divergent living things,
lays the saw grass, bladderwort, and mangrove trees as well. This is Florida’s
beautiful treasure. People can come and visit, learn about the wonderful heart
of Florida through a bike ride, paddling, and/or going on a tour. Their rangers
are trained and well informed about the everglades and its hidden treasures. They have great spirit and vibes.
is a home to many, not just to their animals but to their people as well. It is
a place where one can feel at peace and connected to their roots of being born
South Beach as Text
OUT OF FASHION BY LESLY GARCIA FIU- SOUTH BEACH- February 19, 2020.
At the start of the late 1960s, a revived
spirit of interest towards the design of Art Deco flourished. Entering the 21st
era, Art Deco became an influence towards fascinating fields of art, whether it
was a decorative art, a custom piece, or a jewel design. South Beach holds the
central heart of Art Deco. The trend was manifested through notable
characteristics in western Europe and the United States throughout the 1930s.
The custom was discovered to be first displayed in Paris, where its title
originated from the “Exposition Internationale des Arts Décoratifs et
Industriels Modernes.” It held a style that incorporated a sense of beauty
in which it represented prosperity and poise in the times. An instance in which
to this date the Art Deco is being used is in the grand hotels called, Park
Central Hotel, Starlite Hotel, and Beacon Hotel.
With its newly updated art deco-style studios that include grand bedding, marble lavatories, mini-bars, sleek furniture, etc. South Beach is thought to have the nation’s highest collection of Art Deco architecture, which, as stated in the Greater Miami and Beaches site, “features over 900 historic buildings.” These localities include pastel-colored homes that are ornamented with compelling innovations, from its polished shades, chrome accents, etc. A historic preservationist, Barbara Baer Capitman, made it her mission to maintain, guard, and boost the image and uprightness of the South Miami Beach Historic District.
One way to fully differentiate modern
architecture style from Art Deco is through the construction it is finished
with like chrome, glass block, aluminum, iron, etc. They also contain a robust
perpendicular accent to it. Art Deco also uses uncommon styling visions, an
example of one being nature. It would involve a remarkable form of falls,
aurorae, palm tree leaves. Aside from South Beach, people can find Art Deco
architecture around other locations in Miami, like the Actor’s Playhouse at the
Miracle Theater in Coral Gables.