Arnoldo Garcia

I write and scribble every morning over coffee, half- asleep, dreaming a different world or where all the other worlds come crashing in on the one that has me captive/captivated. I belong to many families and was born on the road. Intuition with thunder, listening with five senses, dialogue in community, oils and acrylics, inked hands, mixtery music and poetry are the only way to go.

Only solidarity, community, culture, walking shoulder to shoulder, where love is more than two, always clinging to the land, dreaming into the soil and hands of those who work and love together, will save us