I come from a background of divorce and grit. My young mother, with dreams bigger than her reality, married a much older man. He was an airline pilot in Cuba, his third marriage, and I’d be the last of his many kids. He was 64 when I was born, my mother in her early thirties. The man was tired, worn out. They divorced when I was three, in New Jersey. Immigrants, scraping by with hard work and blue-collar jobs. My father took whatever work he could find, mostly driving trucks. The communists in Cuba had torpedoed any real chances for future success in the United States. My two brothers and I ended up on public assistance. Then my mother started dating another man, and that’s when the real chaos began. Drugs and alcohol stormed into our lives, ushering in years of domestic violence, drama, and constant moving. New schools, new roach-infested apartments every six months. One day, a neighbor had a garage sale. We couldn’t afford much, but my eyes lit up when I saw a trunk full of draw...
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Eddie Alvarez here, how long have you been making these? I've been making night paintings (among other stuff) myself since about 2003 when I was at UM. Apparently we have alot in common, as I am also from Jersey, born in Newark. And I even also use Blogger (http://artpost.blogspot.com). Anyhow, these look good. I'll be showing some night paintings at the World Arts Building on 2214 N. Miami Ave on Sept.9 if you wanna check it out. I think we should meet, maybe we can put a show or something together.
take it easy, hope to hear from you, eddie
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