the young and the braless: Ceci's Bedroom

Cecilia Sebastián de Erice,

or Ceci [ch-eh-ch-ē] for short, is my Spanish cousin. Born and raised in Madrid proper.

Not only is Ceci my cousin, but she’s also an Artist.

This Chiquita grew up learning three different languages—English, Italian, & French—while already speaking fluent Spanish. LYKE, fur real; one can only go crazy with such lingual knowledge.

Now, picture this, she grew up in the city-center of Madrid, basically two feet away from one of the most influential monuments in Spain, she’s the oldest of three, she’s got the swag of an Española Gangster Queen, and she can sprint faster than anyone in the family. She enjoys reading Marvel Comics, gaming on her Nintendo DS— just like me and Chi ;) – & above all she loves exploring her conscience through very particular and creative artistic mediums. For example, during her first year of art school at Manchester Metropolitan University Ceci painted an entire canvas using anything, but paint—she used food & makeup! Ceci gathered different food samples, blushes, lipsticks, eye shadows, and all the above to create unique color pigments for her palette. Not only that, she also made DIY paintbrushes using feathers and other extraneous materials to use while painting the canvas.

When I visited Madrid this past week, I lived out of Cecilia’s bedroom and it got me thinking about how an artist’s bedroom is a reflection of the artist’s mind, both in its function and in its effect. What I mean to say is Cecilia’s bedroom is a physical manifestation of her mind as an artist. Imagine Ceci’s brain jumping out of her skull and projectile vomiting its “artistic-mental-map” all over her bedroom. The only way to truly explain this phenomenon is through a photo montage of her bedroom, followed by a montage of her artwork. Observe,

Cecilia's bedroom...