Thursday, June 29, 2006

Wanna see more????


HELLO to all you amazing Wepa Woman supporters...

Here are a few places where you can see the murals IN PERSON if you happen to be in NEW YORK CITY...
They are all site specific and WILL BE PAINTED OVER at the end of the summer, so PLEASE CHECK THESE OUT!

EXIT ART GALLERY (36th street & 10th ave) "WILD GIRLS"

CENTER FOR PUERTO RICAN STUDIES (Hunter College Library, 68th st and Lexington Ave) "WEPA WOMAN STRIKES BACK"

JERSEY CITY MUSEUM OF ART (opening in september) TROPICALISMS

MUSEO DE ARTE DE PUERTO RICO (SANTURCE) THE S-FILES (extended thru JULY 06)

There are talks of a WEPA WOMAN book... stay tuned.

please join the WEPA WOMAN group at wepawoman@yahoogroups.com

thank you again!

WEEEPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAA

Saturday, June 17, 2006

There is no rest for the weary!


Ok. So I took a secret (or relatively secret) lair for the kind of privacy that a superhero needs... especially after a very long day of hefer beating. It is a place that promises serenity and solitude. A place that, although extremely polluted and lacking of wildlife save for the rats in my cieling, was supposed to be just for me to clear my head, be still, meditate, and sing Andy Gibb tunes in the mirror without worrying about getting busted... umm did I say that with my outside voice? Er, um, anyways... there are these little fuzznuts across the way from my most intimate of spaces that have rented a spot to drag race their stolen dirt bikes in the backyard of a storage facility. They sound like strangled tigers roaring. They sound like my tia Zenayda's zipper from her long line bra tearing down her back after a day at prayer. How can I practice my Karaoke hits with this kind of flagrant disregard for mutual shared space? If I create a ruckus, I risk blowing my cover and then I'll have to move... but if I don't do something, they will drive me absolutely NUTS! I have considered sugar in their gas tanks already...

any ideas?
WEPPAAAAA!!!!!!!!

There is no rest for the weary!


Ok. So I took a secret (or relatively secret) lair for the kind of privacy that a superhero needs... especially after a very long day of hefer beating. It is a place that promises serenity and solitude. A place that, although extremely polluted and lacking of wildlife save for the rats in my cieling, was supposed to be just for me to clear my head, be still, meditate, and sing Andy Gibb tunes in the mirror without worrying about getting busted... umm did I say that with my outside voice? Er, um, anyways... there are these little fuzznuts across the way from my most intimate of spaces that have rented a spot to drag race their stolen dirt bikes in the backyard of a storage facility. They sound like strangled tigers roaring. They sound like my tia Zenayda's zipper from her long line bra tearing down her back after a day at prayer. How can I practice my Karaoke hits with this kind of flagrant disregard for mutual shared space? If I create a ruckus, I risk blowing my cover and then I'll have to move... but if I don't do something, they will drive me absolutely NUTS! I have considered sugar in their gas tanks already...

any ideas?
WEPPAAAAA!!!!!!!!

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Wall scaling in nyc..

This is me at El Museo del Barrio in NYC. This is the first time that folks saw me. I have been in a few places since then...


This is my trip to Museo de Arte de Puertpo Rico...


I'll be sure to show you more murals. I have been getting around...
WEPPPAAAA!!!!

BeatAB*tch.com


I think it is high time to post beat down deserving B*tches on their own page. I'm thinking BeatAB*tch.com, because apparently, bitches that need to be beaten down are cropping up faster than I can get to them all. Like that Bitch that I caught using her own fucked up situation at home to break up some other woman's home. Here's a news flash, honey.... TIRED! That is the oldest trick in the book. Smart women can see that one coming. Homewrecking bitch! I saw that. You are lucky that I couldn't get to you in time. But thanks to BeatAB*tch.com, you will get your deserved beatdown, even if it's not from me....