Pinot’s Palette Experience!!

I am very disappointed and demoralized by my recent experience at Pinot’s Palette/Fillmore location.

Back in May I was offered the opportunity to teach on Saturday nights. After interviewing with the owner and doing my first class, they hired me! But I was never given any paperwork. The owner told me I was going to be paid every 2 weeks, and that the artist receives the tips of the night.

Basically- the owner, is very shady.

On my second class, he didn’t give me the tips. Although I saw the tip jar filled with bills.

When I questioned him about it, he gave me some bullshit answer, and sent me the tips for the night later 🙄 I think he assumed: this is one of those latinas who is afraid to speak up! 🤨 and assumed I would never questioned him about it.

I learned from the other artists (mind you, they are White) that they get their tips immediately after each class. And that they are also in the “payroll system”- they submit their hours to the payroll company and they get paid on time.

So...after bringing up the “tips” issue, I also demanded that I am put in the payroll system.

He hands me a bunch of paper work to complete, which I do. And asked for proof of citizenship, which I provided by texting him a pic of my password.

2 weeks later, after a class, I inquired about payment and my tips. He tells me “we will make you whole next week, send the hours to the store manager”. (I don’t insist, because he is obviously very drunk, as he likes to join in the sipping aspect of the night) and I leave.

The next day, I sent my hours to the store manager and I also make a point that I did not receive my tips. The store manager shoots a text back, telling me he doesn’t handle any of that and to talk to the owner, who was being copied on the texts.

The following Saturday, I had an art event at Seccesion and I asked one of the other artists to fill in for me.

I still haven’t gotten paid.

I sent a text, again and asked, where is my payment and where are my tips. The owner tells me that he is taking off for Hawaii and requested my address so he can mail me the check. He also, asked for my hours AGAIN!!

Another week, and I get no check! I get to work on Saturday night and the store manager is there!! I asked if the owner perhaps left my check with him. He said No. 🤨 He also tells me, that I received some negative feedback from the last class, that “I was rushing and people couldn’t follow my instructions”... at first I was super demoralized!! Because I know well that I always take my time to help each person. When suddenly I realized that the class he was referring, was the class I did not teach! And the feedback wasn’t for me, but the person who replaced me. I get no apologies for this, and no payment either! 🙄

It’s been 4 weeks now, and I have no check. Fed up, I sent a text to the owner demanding payment and also asking if I am in the payroll system!! He apologized for forgetting to mail the check and asked if he could Venmo the money. I said sure. But please put me in the payroll system so that this doesn’t happen again!! He continues to ignored my questions about the payroll. At 2 AM in the morning, I get a notification from Venmo that payment was sent. I let him and his wife know that I received the payment. And sent a message demanding the following: Check every 2 weeks, tips right after each class.

Suddenly... I have been silently booted out! 🤨 Obviously, demanding fair treatment is unacceptable! and they don’t want me back! 😕 Shady business owners, always taking advantage of the latino immigrants! 😏👎🏼 You find them everywhere!!

You can make the border wall as high as you want! But nothing is more scary than the invisible walls we face everywhere, once we make it here!!

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Chaos and Fractals

For the last 3 to 4 years, I have been an explorer. Walking around the city, looking for shadows, reflections and rhythms. Looking where no one else is looking. Converting any experience into an Artistic experience, regardless of the nature of the experience. 

I've observed shadows and the random patterns they create, the distortions of reflections, the chaos and the rhythms that is everywhere. These observations of my surroundings is what inspired me to create a series of paintings based on Patterns, Rhythms and Abstract Forms.  

I am happy to announce my SOLO PAINTING EXHIBIT: CHAOS AND FRACTALS - a collection of 21 paintings, based in all my observations (so far!). Please join me on Thursday August 1st, from 6PM to 9PM for the Opening Reception - at HOTEL BIRON - Wine Bar and Art Gallery located at 45 ROSE ST SAN FRANCISCO, CA

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Live Painting at 111 Minna Gallery

I was invited to paint live for an event, at 111 Minna Gallery. I don’t get money for this. I do it because I enjoy it. Although I have decided to start charging for any other Live Painting event.

The experience at Minna was a peculiar one!  I painted on stage and the only light I had available was a very dimmed color light. I couldn’t distinguish any of the colors I was using to paint. The easel  was set up way too low and couldn’t figure out how to fix it. 

On top of that, I had arrived late, due to horrible traffic; I was exhausted, my eyes were sore due to lack of sleep, and my back was killing me! 

There were only two alternatives: paint and do your best! Or get irritated and paint and see what happens!! 

I decided to go with the first! Blindly, I started applying colors here and there, and I moved all around the easel, and painted without looking directly at the canvas. 

I painted and I did my best!  

And this is the result! 👇🏼 

The feedback I got was incredible! Made it all worth it! 😊 

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New Collage: Death and Rebirth

New Paper Collage completed today at ARC Gallery.  It amazes me how everything is so connected. The process of creating this collage was completely random, and yet the result matches so well with my latest existential internalization.

In the last few weeks, I have been practicing dying, when I go to bed, and the Re-birth of a new me when I wake up in the morning. 

Every day I die  

Every day I am born again! 

Is always the same day... 

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Painting Class

Tonight was my first time doing a “sip and paint” class. I had an amazing experience! 😊 

My job was to guide the students on how to paint this wild daisies: 

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I was given step by step written instructions on how to paint it. But I am not good at following instructions, so I decided to just paint the way I would usually do it in my studio. I told my students, they could follow me, but I encouraged them to improvise and do whatever they wanted. 

And that’s precisely what they did! And each ended up with a painting 10 times better than the original! 

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Live Painting!

I was invited to paint Live, at the Dirty Pigeon SF. It was a very fun event, painting among kids 20 years older than me! 😂I felt right at home!!

They are young, happy, and filled with energy! Their hearts are open, their minds are curious, their eyes are shining... no pretentiousness, no attitudes, just lots of excitement!!  

I had an amazing time!! 👍🏼 

this is the finished piece!  

Painted in 1 hr and 30 mins  

 

 

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Collage by Women

I am so excited! My copy of the collage book in which I am featured just arrived! 😊 I am proudly representing El Salvador! Among 50 Collage artists from around the world!! Curated by Rebeka Elizegi and published by Promopress Editions (Spain)!

You may purchase this book in Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Collage-Women-Essential-Contemporary-Artists/dp/8416851778/ref=mp_s_a_1_2?crid=17SRS2EJ7J7WH&keywords=collage+by+women+50+essential+contemporary+artists&qid=1556930317&s=gateway&sprefix=collage+by+wom&sr=8-2-spell

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Solar Plate Printing

Today I had the opportunity to hang out with amazing printmaking artist: Mark Brodie. He walked me through the process of using glass to transfer my drawings onto a Solar Plate. I was a little lost with the process at first, as is very different to the one I am used to: Aquatint.  

However, once we printed the first image, and started experimenting with other textured plates, I was in a roll and didn’t want to stop!!  😃

Many, many thanks to Mark who gave me a new toy to play with!!  

He is an amazing artist! printmaker, photographer and sculptor. You can check out his work here: https://www.markbrodiestudios.com/

and find him in Instagram @Markbrodie1111

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What does it mean to be an Artist?

I was 14 or so, the day me and my sisters left the house, eager to visit the International Fair. It was our tradition. Every November, the international Fair would come to El Salvador, bringing all the new and exciting products from all over the world. Food, clothing, electronics etc.  We could never afford to buy anything, but we loved visiting all the booths, exploring the new and exciting merchandise. 

We were making our way in through the crowds of people, when suddenly something caught my eye. Right at the entrance, there was a man sitting on a table, doing something with colors. The colors and whatever he was doing looked amazing from far. I asked my sisters to check that out first. It was Pantone’s booth. The man was giving a color demonstration with an airbrush. There was color everywhere! On the table, on the floor, on his clothes. I was stunned! I had never seen an adult making a mess and having so much fun! I remember this feeling waking up in my heart: I want to play with colors too! 

I am not sure at what point I lost my sisters. I was suddenly on my own, watching this man airbrushing the colors on a cardboard. After I while, I decided to catchup with them and started walking. But right  next to the Pantone booth, there was another booth, filled with pictures. A gallery with samples of the things Artist had done with the Pantone colors. That was it. I don’t remember anything else about that fair. I didn’t look for my sisters either. I stayed there, in that gallery looking at every single painting on the wall, feeling my heart waking and vibrating, I was so deeply moved, tears were coming out of my eyes. I had never seen anything so beautiful. I was paralyzed. 

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about the colors and the paintings I’ve seen. Confused of what it meant. Why was my heart pounding so hard? What was the meaning of this sudden excitement?  

I was 16 years old, the day I walked into my father’s bedroom and told him: “Dad, I don’t want to be in the circus anymore. I want to be an Artist”.  The revelation was not as easy as it sounds, but I will tell that story another time.  

I knew then, that I all I wanted to do was to be an Artist. I had zero interest for anything else. But how do you become an Artist? 

Going to Art School, was not an option for me. My country was at war. Artist and intellectuals were being persecuted and murdered. (Google it, if you want to know more). So what do I need to do in order to become an Artist?    

One day, I picked up a pencil and a piece of paper and started drawing some empty bottles. I made lots of drawings of random objects I found around the house. I remember my dad pointing out that I did have a talent for drawing. His words filled me with so much confidence that I decided to try drawing  people. I picked up a National Geographic magazine, and found the most beautiful picture of these two African kids. I found a large piece of paper and started drawing the kids. I was so into it! I was singing, I was happy, I was enjoying every moment of it. When I was finally done, drawing and shadowing every detail I could of the picture, it was already morning. I had literally stayed up all night drawing. I went to bed suddenly feeling very tired, and left my drawing on the dining room table. 

An hour or so later, I was awakened by the distant voice of my father telling the rest of the family : This is an amazing drawing! She really is an Artist!  

That was it!! I hadn’t gone to Art school, showed in any galleries or had any training. But I knew then, that in order to become an Artist, all I needed was to be an Artist. 

I called myself an Artist after that.  Every one I met, everywhere I went I introduced myself as Artist. Some people laughed! Specially other artists, who think that being an Artist means, to have proper school training, shows and recognition and I didn’t have any of that. But I did have a huge amount of artwork! Because once I accepted myself as an Artist I did no stop making art. Was I a good artist or a bad artist? That was irrelevant! I am just an Artist because I make art.

To be an Artist, means to make art, and if you are engaged with the moment and connected to the creative forces of the universe, than you are a good  Artist, regardless of the result or what other people think of your work. 

You become an Artist by being an Artist! That’s all!