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My Art:

I like to do surrealist art and I reflect my life on my works, I also put my personality on them; i like to add animals and imaginary species like hybrids, i reslly liked to portray magic, fantasy and myth. I liked to write too and I also used that talent to tell my stories and I published some books telling them.

The Meal of Lord Candlestick:

The title of this work emphasizes the dimissal of my father´s paternal oversight.

Crookhey Hall:

This is a representation of the house I used to live in, filled with the ghosts I used to see, it is also a representation of the troubling memories of my past.

Self-Portrait:

This is a self-portrait I made of me sitting in the middle of an empty room, this objects complement themselves, the hyena represents the savage or the darkest parts of myself, the white horse on the outside represents freedom I would like to have but I have to conform with a fake horse that is hanging on the wall.

Portrait of Max Ernst:

It is a very cold environment, in the back there is a frozen white horse, but there is also one trapped on the green lantern Ernst is carrying, were the horses are a representation of myself.

Art 110:

This was my first piece of art in Mexican territory, I named it as the number of my home in Mexico. I see myself leaving a destroyed place just to get to a new place completely different.

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About me:

I was born on april 6 in 1917 in Clayton Green, Lancashire. I grew up in a High Class family, we had some horses, which I really liked, i also enjoyed those traditional irish stories that my mom used to read for me when I was little; but i wasn´t quite happy with that wealthy life.

Some people call me savage, or rebellious and that might be true in some ways. My parents wanted me to get married and to be some sort of trophe, a decoration. They actually tried to send me to some education or manners school but I always ended up being expelled, i just didn´t fit, and obviously I wasn´t going to let anyone mold me, not even my Father. I really wanted to study arts but my Father didnt want me to, that is why I made myself get expelled from other schools until he finally accepted that i wanted to study arts. In London in 1936 I went to a surrealist art exposition that would change my life forever, for the firs time I felt like I belonged somewhere; through my teacher I met Max Ernest and we fell in love. I ran away to to Paris and met with Max Ernst there were I began to get along with The Surrealists and thanks to that I started to paint just as I wanted to. They were not very good with me though because I was young, and a woman.

Me and Ernst moved to Provenza, we got a house and made that our home by painting on its walls and making sculputures around, we were very happy just for a year because later the Nazi took Ernst because he was Jewish. I did everything I could to take him out, I even gave up our home and went to Spain looking for some help. But by then, my father sent me to a psychiatric hospital! My time there was horrible, they sedated me and they even tied me to the bed. Then my father wanted to send me to another hospital but this time in Southafrica, but there was no way i was going there so in my way to Lisboa to take a boat I escaped to the Mexican embassy and met Renato Leduc who was a friend of mine, we ended up getting married but it was mere convenience so I could go to Mexico were I could finally be happy and free.