A brief story about why I changed my last name from Villacis to Bautista.
I tried to use my mother's last name while I was going to the Art School. Everything that we got was because of my mother's sacrifice.
I never heard from my mother's husband that happen to be my father that happen to be an asshole abuser and so forth. According to the to the local laws if my mother was married then I shall use her husband's last name period.
So instead of honoring my mother I was forced to use her husband's last name till I die, case closed.
About this one drawing and 2 paintings: Mr. Angel Guerreo was one of the school mates and he reminded me that these drawing and paintings still keeps, I forgot about it however after seeing them I recall that I did those paintings, of course in these paintings I see the strong influence of the local artistic wave consequently affecting my brain and damaging it.
While attending the local art school I was told over and over that we have to be the storytellers of our roots, keep the tradition alive, refuse the foreign influences, etc. I just refused to follow all of that.
Angel just mentioned that he enjoyed looking at my paintings when my brother and I used to live in Rocafuerte Street, Ambato Ecuador.
Status: Built
Location: Ambato, EC
My Role: Artist
