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TEACHING
Philosophy

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​As a philomath I live my life through a lens of unyielding curiosity.
All people one meets, all experiences one lives, all complications triumphed
or failed prove to be lessons from which one expands their understanding
and furthers their development. Students should not settle ​for
achieving a single goal, they should pursue constant movement towards
understanding, whether it be by learning or unlearning.

I seek to be a guide that supports exploration through facilitation,
co-experimentation, empathy, and active mentorship.
 
I believe that "the teacher" is not the only one able to pass on knowledge.
​It is the community itself that teaches its individuals, via analysis,
​discussion, and practice.

ft. Cameron Burrill & Jacob Greene

​"WHO AM I?"
MFA Spoken Thesis, Excerpt
University of California, Irvine - 2021​

I struggle still to this day with this question - language fails me. All of the languages! Whenever someone asks me who I am all I want to do is answer: Rain, Noise, A Battle Cry. Y al mismo tiempo silencio, un vasto silencio. (And at the same time, a vast silence). But you can’t do that in interviews because you freak people out. So I’m still struggling to answer "who am I?", because I am in the process of unbecoming and furthering every single second that I breathe. I contract and expand and morph and fall and regret and learn and... sometimes I get stuck. Still. 

I struggle with definition every day.                  ​So who am I?

​Am I what I do? What I dedicate my time and energy doing? My actions? My career? People around me have always pressured themselves to define themselves - who they are - by what they do, and I am starting to realize how conflicted I feel by this. I am not just what I do. I am not just what I am good at. I am not just what I have done or what I will do. So no - I am not a stage manager. Not a director. And I am not an artist. I am not a storyteller or a photographer or a lighting designer. But am I? So much of who we are is how people perceive us. And so I am stuck again.

Am I maybe then where I come from? Porque yo vengo de México. Nací en Hermosillo, Sonora, un estado del norte de mi país. Aprendí a hablar español con ayuda de mi mamá y mi papá que hoy están aquí presentes - quizá ellos saben quien soy? Quizá ellos me pueden definir mejor que yo. Y si no él y ella - porque no mi tierra? Y que el término tierra no sea confundido con el término nación que no son lo mismo. Yo hablo de la tierra, el lodo y las raíces y sus huesos y su polvo. Quisa cuando regrese a ella, la tierra me podrá definir. (Because I come from Mexico. I was born in Hermosillo, Sonora, a state in the north of my country. I learned to speak Spanish with help from my mother and father who are present here today - perhaps, they know who I am. Maybe they could define me better than I could. And if not him and her - why not my land? And let the term land not be confused with the term nation, for they are not the same. I speak of my land, the earth, the mud and the roots and its bones and its dust. Perhaps when I come back to it, the earth will be able to define me.)

Or maybe I am defined by where I am going? But then we are back to the beginning cause fuck knows where that is.
I don’t really know - but, I am no longer afraid....

So maybe - who I am - is no longer afraid. It feels good.