Rants about art and culture across borders in a post colonial era.
Tomé esta foto de Natasha en Londres creo que en 1992. Nada mas nos alcanzaba para comer "Fish & Chips" y como ella era vegetariana solo se comía los chips.Labels: Panteón Virtual, Photography
posted by Rubén Ortiz Torres at
12:03 PM
Ruben Ortiz-Torres was born in Mexico City in 1964. Educated within the utopian models of republican Spanish anarchism soon confronted the tragedies and cultural clashes of post colonial third world. After giving up the dream of playing baseball in the major leagues he decided to study art. He went first to the oldest and one of the most academic art schools of the Americas (the Academy of San Carlos in Mexico City) and later to one of the newest and more experimental (Calarts in Valencia CA). After enduring Mexico City's earthquake and pollution he moved to LA with a Fullbright grant to survive riots, fires, floods, more earthquakes, and proposition 187. During all this he has been able to produce artwork in the form of paintings, photographs, objects, installations, videos, and films. He is part of the permanent Faculty of the University of California in San Diego. He has participated in several international exhibitions and film festivals. His work is in the collections of The Museum of Modern Art in New York, the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, the Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofía in Madrid Spain and others.
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12 Comments:
A beautiful and haunting photo... Just wanted to correct the date, however: Natasha was born on August 31, 1974. She was one week away from her 31st birthday when she died.
Thanks for the comment. I will correct her birth date.
i had some wonderfull month in 1996with tasha,she was ...............
pfhhh,makes me sad to read this,
thegerman
anyone knows where she is buried?
Fue muy triste saber esto. Se guardo un hermetismo extraordinario alrededor del suceso. Los que llegamos a conocerla, nos quedamos muy externados, especialmente porque nadie decia nada, mas alla de lo publicado en los medios, que relataban una escena tragica, pero con claves perturbadoras. Bajo un puente peatonal en Tepito... Sabes como sucedio? Saludos.
hi,
i have no idea how it happens
i saw her and his brother last in 96 in mexco city
marc from germany
Oh my God, I lost touch with Natasha but spent the most wonderful Christmas day with her and my best friend Gilly. I think she was 19 at the time. night night love. Greg
I am very sad to read this. I knew her when we were younger in Mexico City. I was hoping to find her again. I am so sorry.
What about her friend, Chloe?
RUBEN
if you ever come to berlin contact me if you like,
you can stay at my house of course
borowka2004@freenet.de
marc
RUBEN
if you ever come to berlin contact me if you like,
you can stay at my house of course
borowka2004@freenet.de
I knew Natasha from working at her dad's publisher together in London. We had lots of fun times amidst the trouble; making a right old mess of dressing the ballerinas at the English National Opera, clubbing at Kinky Gerlinky (with Natasha in gold body paint and turquoise feather boa) and the Christmas that Greg Baker posted where we all partied with my mum! I've re read your letters and cried again. You were a funny species yourself Stella de Boom and I would love to hear your funny little voice again. Be at peace angel. x
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