Ideological queer (nonconformist)
I don’t listen to compact discs. I play old tunes on vinyl. Perusing through thrift stores in search of a Sam Cooke, a Wendo Kolosoy, a Thelonious Monk, an Eduardo Sanchez de Fuentes, a Jimmie Rodgers, a Notorious B.I.G, a Mikhail Glinka, a Mariam Makeba, a Nana Mouskouri, a Fela Kuti, a Claude Debussy, or a Sergei Sergeyevich Prokofiev is as soothing as yoga. I treasure authentic Peruvian folklore music beats and Mongolian musical instruments more than a pop artist funk or tarnished and unusual twisted spoons’ exhibition. For me, any form of expression that ceases to be an experience and becomes an art form loses its glowing divinity. In the same spirit, my book is an experience, not an artistic acrobatic exercise meant for viewing to remind you that it exists.