jovi esquivel

I love self portraits! A few weeks ago, while looking at some...

Wed, 15 May 2013 08:32:12 -0700

I love self portraits! A few weeks ago, while looking at some photos I’ve taken, I decided to turn it into a project for myself. It’s a series of self portraits taken in restrooms I visit and find enchanting, in one way or another.. (Light, decor)

#elbañode 2nd floor, Palm Springs Art Museum. Palm Springs, CA

I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I...

Sun, 05 May 2013 21:06:36 -0700

I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of blue-green leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary.

Margaret Atwood

Juan, singing and playing his harmonica @backtothegrind....

Thu, 14 Mar 2013 10:44:53 -0700

Juan, singing and playing his harmonica @backtothegrind. #backtothegrind #riverside #blues #music

Night- Piece I do not sleep at night. Rain does not lull me, and the withered wind Is always out...

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 00:16:44 -0800

Night- Piece

I do not sleep at night.
Rain does not lull me, and the withered wind
Is always out of tune, when there is wind
Or moon enough for light.

The sounds, up from the street,
Fall back again, unclaimed: the dispossessed.
The sounds repeat, repeat…

But never call my name;
Though I have heard the footsteps mount the stair,
The steady tread that echoed down the stair-
And trembled just the same…

As if someone had come
But could not find me, passing by my room,
And did not know I waited in my room,
Lonely, sleepless and dumb.

by Raymond R. Patterson

He said, I was his. As long as I was his, no one else was...

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 02:16:00 -0800

He said, I was his. As long as I was his, no one else was allowed to see me. Don’t you have any morals? Don’t you know, that your body is something sacred? It belongs to god.. it’s mine now

Self Portrait
Summer 2009
Digital

The day after tomorrow, not until the day after tomorrow … I’ll spend tomorrow thinking...

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 00:54:35 -0800

The day after tomorrow, not until the day after tomorrow …

I’ll spend tomorrow thinking about the day after tomorrow,
And then maybe, we’ll see; but not today …
Today is out of question. Today I can’t.
The confused persistence of my objective subjectivity,
The fatigue of my real, intermittently appearing life,
The anticipated and infinite weariness,
A multi-world weariness just to catch a streetcar,
This species of soul …
                                       Not until the day after tomorrow …
Today I want to get ready,
I want to get ready to think tomorrow about the day after …
That will be the decisive one.
I’ve already planned it out; but no, today I’m not planning
      anything.
Tomorrow is the day for plans.
Tomorrow I will sit at my desk to conquer the world,
But I’ll conquer the world the day after tomorrow …
I feel like crying,
I suddenly feel, deep within, like crying.
No, don’t try to find out any more, it’s a secret, I’m not telling.
Not until the day after tomorrow …

When I was a child I was amused by the Sunday circus every week.
Today I’m only amused by the Sunday circus of every week of my childhood.
The day after tomorrow I’ll be different,
My life will triumph,
All of my real qualities of intelligence, erudition and practicality
Will be convened by an official announcement,
But by an announcement to be made tomorrow …
Today I want to sleep; I’ll draft announcements tomorrow …
For today, what show is playing that would reenact my childhood?
I’ll be sure to buy tickets tomorrow,
Since the day after tomorrow is when I want to go,
Not before…
The day after tomorrow I’ll have the public image which tomorrow
        I’ll rehearse.
The day after tomorrow I’ll finally be what today I could never be.
The day after tomorrow, not before …

I feel tired the way a stray dog feels cold.
I feel very tired.
Tomorrow I’ll explain it to you, or the day after tomorrow …
Yes, perhaps not until the day after tomorrow …

The future …
Yes, the future …

Fernando Pessoa

Video

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 21:49:25 -0800

He Has Left Us Alone but Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the...

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 15:37:52 -0800

He Has Left Us Alone but Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms…

In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened,...

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 14:57:44 -0800

In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions: When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence? — Gabrielle Roth

Photo

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 14:46:57 -0800

Rain, Valentino, Bat for Lashes.. I wish I wasn’t stuck in...

Fri, 25 Jan 2013 10:21:15 -0800

Rain, Valentino, Bat for Lashes.. I wish I wasn’t stuck in a basement working all day! (To think, I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning)

Valentino Couture Spring/Summer 2013 | Paris Couture Fashion Week | FashionTV (by fashiontv)

“It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many...

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 22:56:54 -0800

“It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.”
Jack Kerouac

Things have a life of their own, it’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.. One hundred years...

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 22:21:00 -0800

Things have a life of their own, it’s simply a matter of waking up their souls..

One hundred years of solitude
By Gabriel García Márquez

Dia de La Virgen, dansa. December, 2013. By Jovi Esquivel

Sat, 05 Jan 2013 11:12:19 -0800

Dia de La Virgen, dansa.

December, 2013.

By Jovi Esquivel

Joshua Tree, California New Year’s Eve 2013

Tue, 01 Jan 2013 16:16:15 -0800

Joshua Tree, California
New Year’s Eve 2013

Day and night I guarded the pearl of my soul. Now in this ocean of pearling currents, I’ve...

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 01:22:00 -0800

Day and night I guarded the pearl of my soul.
Now in this ocean of pearling currents,
I’ve lost track of which was mine.

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to...

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 01:11:59 -0800

Birdsong brings relief
to my longing.

I am just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!

Please, universal soul, practice
some song, or something, through me!

Self portrait C.2008

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 11:37:24 -0800

Self portrait
C.2008

I had a pen pal around 17 and he liked to call me Bella.. One...

Thu, 13 Dec 2012 00:41:30 -0800

I had a pen pal around 17 and he liked to call me Bella.. One day he sent me a hand full of photos. In one, he sat on a floral couch with a heavy floral curtain behind them. He said he’d sit and wait forever..
On the other side of this, he stands with open arms.. Víctor lived in Chicago. He was cousins with a friend of mine.

Self Portrait Mixed media. c.2006

Thu, 13 Dec 2012 00:00:15 -0800

Self Portrait
Mixed media.
c.2006