Practicing Sketching at George Washington Bridge

It was such an awesome experience to myself.  I guesss for a novice I did better than I expected! However, I am planning to go back there to give another try. 

Once upon a time….

Great time teaching art in New York Public Schools

The date was 21 March 2005, and I was appointed for a position as an art teacher in the Bronx. I felt great right after the job interview in the Bronx. There was no question, though, the interview was intense, I was assertive and ready for the position.

Happily, this was a just a small fry compared to what was to  come next. The school building sat near to the Yankee Stadium in the Bronx right across the High Bridge in the Bronx, and it dilapidated neighborhood.

I must  be prepared on day one in school,  surrounding myself with my best art supplies as a travel art teacher in a building with five story floor with no elevator. As it was, however, I survived my first day and many others that came challenge my soul, my spirit and my ability to help students to learn.

💕God Bless us

Vic Sanz

Years have been passed away and I feel that God define our mission on earth! “Yellow Passion” relates to a tropical fruit sources of calcium and vitamin. There are bananas growing everywhere in Brazil. Our list of tropical fruits are immense and colorful. I chose to paint this piece born out of my desire to […]

via Yellow Passion — Vic Sanz Studio

Yellow Passion

Years have been passed away and I feel that God define our mission on earth!

“Yellow Passion” relates to a tropical fruit sources of calcium and vitamin. There are bananas growing everywhere in Brazil. Our list of tropical fruits are immense and colorful. I chose to paint this piece born out of my desire to be there as well as to aplacate my worries about a dearly friend.

“Sadly he was dying slowly and nobody could stop his misery!” As I thought about his situation I kept painting the tropical fruits. The bananas became prominent to pay a homage to his soul and lively personality. My dearest friend was dark golden warrior to my eyes! He lost his soul to the guardian of the universe in 1984 for God sake.

R.I.P Mr. D

 

 

Papier-Mâché Mache Dolls: Life Memoir

Sweet Memories 

1965 Christmas…

I came down the stairs rushing to open my Christmas’ gift. Laying down underneath the tree,  small box laced up was waiting for me. I rushed to pick it anxious to see the content. A black doll with jet burgundy hair color was waiting for me.  I felt in love at first site!

Each  doll I make has it own story! My goal is to recreate my personal journey, a kind of memoir dealing about  my life’s encounters. Mostly of my stories have a happy ending. The sad ones, I keep dearly encrusted in  my heart. I’ve been waiting for the time that I’d able to create art. Because, it  comes handy to sudden the spirits and accept our fate.

As a storyteller, I share ideias, illusions, realities and images.  Having a doll without a face, leave space for everybody’s imagination. Many different dolls through history have had no features. It is  a part of my world beyond the borders between race, age, nationality  and stereotypes.

Meet Kabila & Olivia: Guess who are them? Young fresh pearls setting a part from the immense Atlantic Ocean.

Kabila represents all the dynamic, and sweet children that I met once in Soweto in 1996. They sang and danced to greet us at the Annual Teacher’s Convention! Through their powerful  voice and charismatic demeanor I travel back home to Olivia.

Where is she? I missed her dearly!

My dearest classmate at junior high school in Rio. Sometimes we’d take together the long way back  home from school. By foot, therefore we’d be saving money tô buy sweet snacks in the school cafeteria.

We’re inseparable in school, but she never invited me to her house, on the hills!

Vic Sanz@(Miriam)