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Rainy Days
In Mexico City, rainy days turn the world quiet and slow. From my white-walled apartment, I watch the soft, muted streets below and find myself drawn inward. The scent of the busy café downstairs takes me back to childhood memories, while the gentle rhythm of rain invites me to savor each step—even when running late. This post shares those moments and a playlist inspired by this peaceful feeling.
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La calle de la Amargura
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The Art of Letting Go
Moving more than ten times taught me that things—and memories—don’t always stay. But I also discovered that what’s lost can return, in another form, with a different name. In this piece, I share how nostalgia and detachment have shaped my creative process, and how the contradiction between holding on and letting go can become a source of harmony.
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My First Memories Weren’t Mine
Growing up as the youngest in a house full of stories, I inherited a world of memories—pages, sounds, and scenes that sparked my imagination and shaped my love for the old and the beautiful.
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Who Am I and What I Think About Creation
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The Importance of a Name
All my life, I introduced myself as Nicolle, which is my first name, and I love it. But very few people know my middle name, since I had almost never used it until now. The thing about a name is that it not only gives us identity, but also connects us to our family, to our roots. I personally don’t like the use of surnames because they only reflect the male lineage, but that’s another topic. In my case, I’ve always believed that my middle name, which is Seele, is the one that truly speaks of my family and where I come from. I have four older siblings, and all…
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What Does Melancholy Mean to Me as an Artist?
An intimate look into melancholy as a creative force. How fragments of memories shape our identities such as the pieces within a collage artwork.
