Welcome!

I've long wanted to find a place past the fringes of social media to share my art (both civilian and otherwise) to friends and family. I'm hoping to use this space to keep people up with what feels right to share.

Who am I?

My name is Luis, and since I was small I've explored ways to express myself while bringing community together. Since making my own video games in secondary school to working within outreach for the Latin American community across tech companies, community and creativity come to my mind.

I'm proud to be Mexican and queer, and most of my creative work is speckled by these fundamental parts of my identity.

My main work consists but is not limited to visual art (illustration and photography), movement (dance and aerial arts) and sound (piano and vocals). Everyday art includes cooking, baking and fashion. I want to keep my culture alive.

I'm glad you're reading this and I hope I'm able to bring something new, if anything, into your life.

Peace,

Luis

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