Oblivion Road and Creativity

My family has a cluster of creatives. My grandpa could never stand the racket we would collectively make and would always leave to his little room far from the crowd. However, Abuelito is the ultimate creative having carefully and silently crafted shoes with his hands. Punching holes in the leather, lacing the leather, pasting the soles with that glue that smelled so toxic yet so good. Abuelito knew how to feel the texture and curves of different types of leaters and make shoes that shone brightly and could take you miles in the road of your life. He also claimed to hate cats, yet had one who he bought fresh meat for and curated a life for him till the old cat reached 20ish. So thank you, Abueilito for teaching us all to craft and create.

In my patchwork artist family: there is a dancer who is also a very intelligent corn broker but can't give up being a dancer in her spare time: she teaches, she leaps, she twirls and her feet never stop moving when a beat starts. There is a philosopher who sees the depth in every situation. There is a gardener, Abuelita, who can grow anything in anything.
So proud of her leaf.



There is a metal artist who, since childhood, designed things with paperclips, figures with random pieces of metal and funny hanging toys. He is now a long-haired engineer and does really cool stuff with pipelines. There is a party maker who can create anything for parties and loves bringing people together.

There is a writer (not me) who writes pages and pages every day on social observations, social classes and clubs, and fictional stories. He never tries to publish anything but almost each day I get an email with an essay on his observations for the day. It is impressive stuff. (Brother, can you please publish something?!)

 Then there are the musicians in our family. Of all the creatives, the musicians bring us together. They started as my uncles bringing their guitars to each family dinner and play in the living room.  We kids used to sit patiently through the first Beatles songs then escape to play as my uncles got in a groove and made us feel like if we got sucked in the vacuum of their music we would never escape.
Hola, Tio Bonito :)
All except one little cousin. He sat as a baby with wide eyes looking at the guitar (can I just say, he was such a cute baby!), as a 7 year old he started strumming, as a 17 year old he played well and sang like an enraged monster, and now at 30 (?!) he is pretty darn good! I would as far to say that he is so good I can see his new track on a movie like "Spiderman" or something with action and romance.

He is the songwriter, guitarist and lead singer! Yay! I am so proud of him and wish him many more cool songs written from his heart. Way to go!

My favorite song on the album is "Angel". Click the link below to see their band page.





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