You are cordially invited to:

“QUALITY TIME…”

featuring new works by

YVONNE C. LOZANO

Opening Reception:

08.05.09 during First Wednesday Art Walk

from 5P-9P

@ the Art Center

31 W. Adams St.

Downtown Jax

24"x30" mixed media on canvas

My sister was almost 2 years older and very protective of me. When she first started school, she couldn’t speak a lick of English so they put her in a special class till she caught on. On my first day of Kindergarden, when my teacher saw me with my sister, she automatically assumed I couldn’t speak English either. I was so shy, that I didn’t protest when they walked me to the special class.

I have no idea how long I was in that class for, but as I got more comfortable with the teacher and other students, I started to talk and it was all in English. I remember the teacher’s look. Surprised she asked, “When did you learn English?!” I told her I knew it the whole time, nobody ever asked. They quickly swept me off to normal kindergarden from that point on I was considered a regular student, whatever that means

In kindergarden, we had cubby holes where we would put our school supplies. One morning, while emptying out my book bag, I realized I had forgotten my crayon box. I got a huge sinking feeling in my stomach. I wondered, “How am I ever going to get through the day without my crayons?”

Needless to say, I started to cry. 

The teacher ran over and asked if I was okay. I simply said, “My stomach hurts.”

She quickly got the front office to call my mom. A little while later I was in my own bed, waiting for my mom to bring me some soup for my aching tummy, which was no longer aching. As she fed me my soup, she asked “Are you feeling better?” I nodded my head as I told her how I had forgotten my crayons. With a look of understanding in her eyes, she asked, “Is that why you started crying?” 

I replied, “No.”

If she could only understand the feeling of helplessness I had the moment I realized my crayons were no where to be found, the way my stomach turned at the thought of a day without them, then she would understand that the stomach ache was real. 

My mom proceeded to feed me my soup and said “You know, next time you forget your crayons, you can just ask your teacher if you can share with someone.” The thought had never crossed my mind, if only I had known sooner

You are cordially invited to :

“QUALITY TIME…”

featuring new works by

Yvonne C. Lozano

Opening Reception:

August 5th, 2009

FIRST WEDNESDAY ARTwalk

from 5P-9P

@ the Art Center

31 W. Adams St.

Downtown Jacksonville