The moment we are born, we are wrapped in cloth. Cloth comforts and protects our fragile human bodies. Clothing is a form of expression depending on our mood and the weather. As a small child, I would sit for hours watching Mother create magical miniatures for my pampered dolls. Grandmother designed almost every article of clothing she ever wore. I treasure her vintage collection of silks and laces. From a series of writings about my love affair with cloth.

I am blessed and honoured to have collectors around the planet. Each piece I create carries a bit of my soul. so in a sense I am scattered throughout the globe. Although most collectors prefer to remain private, a few have graciously agreed to become public. This page is dedicated to my beloved collectors who continuously inspire and challenge me. I am humbled to be of service. My beloved Maestro needs no introduction to any Latin American Art connoisseur. Robert Barberena De La Rocha.

Dreams, musings, personal mythology. With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory. I woke up danced in blue. We have come to be danced. Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance. But the claw our way back into the belly. Of the sacred, sensual animal dance. The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance. The holding the precious moment in the palms. Of our hands and feet dance.

Writing has been a central part of my life since childhood - I write every single day and have mountains of juicy journals. For a dose of musings, dreams, personal mythology and inspiration, visit my online virtual journal which is updated daily. With gratitude for your time and consideration,. Since 2007 - daily blogs. CASIMIRA - dreams, musings, personal mythology.