My Top Project

While thinking about all the projects and which ones I was most proud of besides this book I would
have to say the one above. It has a special connection and meaning. We had to choose an unknown
ban or singer. Choosing was easy she is new and has very special link to the Hispanic audience. Her
mom was adored by many including myself and misses her very much. She died three years ago of
lung cancer and daughter decided to take over the stage. The problem that needed to be solved was
to show the public that she needs our support and encouragement and in a way my loyalty to her
mother. One of the projects I really enjoyed was the music branding. My research was very focused
and familiar. Knowing her history helped figure out how best to show her off. The type of music she
sings helped set the layout, and style. The images needed were ones that could give the viewer some
idea of the type of music she brings to the table, and how her mother’s influence and training have
been a very important part in starting her career. It is a hard but at the same time very rewarding.
The emotional attachment was really helpful. It helped by filling a hole inside and also realize that
she may at times sound, act, and specially look like her mom, but that she is her own person and we
her mothers fans and now hers must see it that way. We must not compare or expect her to be her
mom. We all must see her for who she and not for who we want her to be. She is a very special gift
from Rocio a link to a very long and memorable past. To me the queen has left us her princess.

To view the process work and explorations that lead to the making of this book you can go to the
following link http://mgomez92.blogspot.com.

My way of coping then and now

This made me think about the way I was able to cope with my problems.
when I was a child it was my teddy bear and I believe the poem below
says it all.

My favorite place of all it wasn't a street
It was a place.
I could close the door.
No one could tell me what to do.

An escape from the really world.
I felt safe,
No one could hurt me.
School was my hell.
Had to hide from view
Smile and hide the hurt inside.

A friend ready to listen.
One that always gave me comfort.
That was and is Freddy my teddy.
Always waiting for me.
Hugged him tight.
let it out until I fell asleep.

The only one I trusted.
and only one I told my secrete to.
In my room no one could touch me.


Once I hit high school I found art and music to be the tings that helped
me. I was able to escape the real world and go into a world of my own
making. There I was the one in charge, and felt strong and in control.
When I was drawing I would shut out the world and what it expected
from me, I freed myself so I could be myself I know this sounds strange
but that is how I felt. Below are some things I did.

Being Accepted

At what age do we start to want to fit in, and why? I believe that we start caring about
fitting in when we are about 5 years old because before that we have our family taking
care of us. We do not have society to worry about. Once we reach school age we start to
deal with peer pressure, and the standards that society believes are important and
allow you to fit in. If you are too fat, short, tall, smart, skinny, or are from another ethnic
group or country it will affect how people think of you or treat you. We stared getting type
cast, and find that once you have been placed into a group the popular, unpopular you are
stuck in it while you are in that same group. If you want to fit in with the popular crowd
you have to play by their rules.

We start wanting to be part of a group, because we want to have friends, we want to belong
and not be left out. Be singled out make you an out cast and also a target that can be mocked
at. It also makes you feel good or bad about yourself depending on where your peers place
you. The issue with society is that there is nowhere that states every one has to be thin and fit
and smart and funny and fit in. It is just the perceptions we have because of the mass media
and people go crazy over stuff like that. Like they binge and they don’t eat and they become
bulimic and no one is totally comfortable with them self because there afraid of how the
world is viewing them.

When do we start caring, and then like you can have it go from child hood. How we feel like we
need to fit in up to college and older and what happens when we do or don't and you can talk
about publicity and how society feels the need to conform to what magazines and other publications
show us how we depend on those images to make us happy and use those images to set an example
for ourselves. Like I feel that its a issue with society, there is nowhere that states every one has to be
thin and fit and smart and funny and fit in. It is just the perceptions we have because of the mass
media and people go crazy over stuff like that. Like they binge and they don’t eat and they become
bulimic and no one is totally comfortable with them self because there afraid of how the world is
viewing them.

Questions that it brought up:
At what age do we start to want to fit in, and why?
Why do we want to fit in?
What are societies norms for fitting in?
Who is out and who is in?
What happens when you are the out cast?
In what way does it affect you if you do or don't fit in?
Is it all just a big fad?
Why is being different considered to be the number one rule not to be accepted?
Does not fitting in make you the better and stronger person?
What are some of the consequences of not fitting in?
What happens when you do fit in?
Is it better not to be yourself just so you fit in?

Questions This book Brought up

While doing this book many questions it brought up. They were mostly about who
I am and why. They made me think alot about the person I am and want to be.

What drives you?
Is art only for arts sake?
What part does your culture play?
Is art the child that lies within?
What colors color your world?
What sounds fill your life?
What do your eyes search for?
What does your soul hunger for?
where do you go to find peace?
What if the world was my canvas what would I draw in it?
What do animals think of the world and the humans that live on it?
What or who guides us towards our future?
Do we all have a predestined path to follow?
What is my propose in this world, why am I here?
I do I offer to the world that really matters?
If I could travel back in time what would I change and what would I leave the same and why?

People that are gone Forever and the Regret

I lost my my favorite uncle at the start of this school year, and had to put down to pets.
This gave me an idea of making a page that would allow me to express myself. I was the
world to my uncle and he died with the wish of seeing one more time unfulfilled. I wanted
to go but many things prevented me, school and pass port issues, but also something inside
me was I think a little scared to go. I now regret not going and it makes feel guilty because
my mom said he kept ask about me. You see he had 3 boy and 4 girls, but all he carried in
his wallet was 3 pictures one of my mom, brother, and myself. I really hate myself
because of not going. I would have never admitted this if it were not for this book.

Mirror, Mirror finding connections

This is a poem I wrote for this book, and explains what feel about myself and the
relationship I have with music and art. To me music helps me get ideas and put
them down on paper. I found that making this book made me feel both comfortable
and at the same time uncomfortable. The reason was that it brought many memories
both good, and bad, and they were attached with very strong emotions. I am very
sensitive and this book brought out things that were a very important part of my life.

Art is our visual soul, and music our emotional soul.
One can’t live without the other.
Music lets you feel what’s inside your heart,
while art gives you the freedom to show it.
The colors and sounds all mixed into one.
Fusing together to make you whole.
Your emotions rule you and make you who you are.
They are the strength, hopes, fears, and dreams we hold dear.
Art expresses them for all the world to see.
May as we might we try to hide them,
but the brush is stronger than our will.
It lies in wait for the right moment to appear.
For in time all will be revealed.