Where We At: Las Founders Edition
For me, being Necia has always come natural. From a little youngin I was la terca. The one who never listened and wanted to learn the hard way. Being necia is how I got to be who I am.
me encuentro entre una ciudad that i am just getting
to learn how to love again
i have found to love my family and my self again through the
labor of love en creando espacios creativos para mi comunidad
en donde creamos, even if it’s for an evening,
un espacio en donde existimos con dignidad.
It got me through school without paying a dime. It taught me to be stubborn on my self worth and value. Being Necia never allowed anyone to take the best of me. Being Necia got me off of food stamps. Being Necia taught me forgiveness. It taught me the highest form of hustling.
*Note: Play videos at the same time*
pues, why and how i create; who it’s for: i’m a mixed baby living life dancing on the fronteras of (not) enough. i grew up people telling me who i was, until i decided to speak who i am into existence.
It taught me to teach myself the power of a camera. The power of a story. Necia for me has been a space where I can survive, and to a point, thrive.
i create as a form of survival, as a form of self-care and self-reflection. i make for myself and more. i make to hustle. i make to mark. i make to remember. i make to reconnect. i imagine all my ancestors and myself, connecting with them a little bit more each time i pour myself out, into my own skin.
de noche; sigo de necia, hocicona cabrona, cada siguiendo los ritmos de cumbia en calles de xicago.
i love feeling the rhythm of music against my
heart beat. it’s a passion of mine encontrar musica.
i get it de mi jefesita. que tocaba su guitarra y se hiba
al cerro con sus amigas, con sus Cocas y radio a su lado