MARITZA RUIZ-KIM

Artist, San Francisco Bay Area

Just Post It

On Social Media & Living a Normal Life: Part 5— I’m still participating in this spectacle by posting things, but I can’t say I’m carefree about it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Oh well! I miss the artist friends I made online. Being online Read more…


The Unusual Suspects

On Social Media and Living a Normal Life: Part 4— They’re invisible and inscrutable, intangible and insidious. Of all the characters I’ve dealt with in the digital world (myself, people I know, people who know people I know, trolls, hucksters, Read more…


Me, The Usual Suspect

On Social Media & Living a Normal Life: Part 3— There’s plenty of evidence to support the idea that what’s making social media so hard for me is not social media, but me. So maybe I am neurotic, and maybe Read more…


What’s On the Line

On Social Media & Living a Normal Life: Part 2— Why do I have to be so angsty and fraught with the ins and outs of social media? Ugh. I dunno. Can it really be as bad as it feels to me? Read more…


Oh, The Places We Post!

On Social Media Use & Living a Normal Life: Part 1— I want to consider what the words place and post mean in their real life forms. Like: what these used to mean, before the internet, before social media. Because I wonder: If I Read more…


All of Who We Are

I have a big project I’ve been working on all year… I don’t know how to sum it up, and there are lots of branches of this work as I research and make things and think and make more things…. Read more…


Memorial Morning

I went to the Lafayette Crosses this morning. It’s not something I’ve been able to plan ahead to do. I can’t predict how I’ll feel the morning of, which is today. Would I want to stay snuggled in my warm Read more…


Starting and Stopping

1. I’m listening to RadioLab’s podcast called “Oliver Sacks: A Journey from Where to Where” and it has recordings of Oliver Sacks’ writing. That’s right, the act of him writing, where one can hear the scratchings and his thought processes Read more…


What They Know: Neurodiverse Siblings

I can’t read their minds about how they feel about each other. I see their expressions or hear the yelling, watch the retreat into quietness or the surrender after a dispute, but I can’t tell what each is thinking or Read more…


It's incomplete.

So, I’ve decided to just write a blog post, because how many times have I been on the cusp of posting something, how long have I gone not finishing what I’ve started because composing and arranging and editing what’s on my mind have all gotten so very muddled?


The Most Unorganized Imperfect Thing

Good morning. It’s Friday, January 13th, 2017. I started writing at 9am and it’s 12:30pm now. (Now it’s almost 1:30 as I fix to upload this after re-reading and minor editing. It takes me a long time to write/post.) This Read more…


Unresolved Questions (+ more)

On Saturday I made a list of questions about the paintings I started last week, because what am I doing!? I ask myself things because I like charting the path forward in my work even when it’s not clear what’s happening. It’s like I’m on a walk that seems aimless at first, but I pause and look back. I think, why did I choose that way and not the other way? I figure there probably is a preference in each direction I choose, and knowing how I got to each particular place informs my next choices for when I walk again. That way, the walk itself is fulfilling the intentions I didn’t know I had. And wherever I get to, I will know where I wanted to be.


Inside the Studio Mind

I'm baaaack!

Hello Blog, How are you? We haven’t talked in a while. I’ve been a little busy, but I never forgot about you. I know you can’t tell, but I looked in on you from time to time. I saw you were Read more…


And so it is Autism.

        And so it is Autism. After years of appointments and therapies and treatments, here we are. He’s nine and a half years old. How did I not know sooner? I have plenty of familiarity with Autism Read more…


Studio MFA Conclusion : Deadlines and Horizon Lines

External (or even internal!) art deadlines don’t always match what I need or serve my work. I thought I had come to terms with setting my own pace as an artist. I guess not. Well, life’s pace is setting me Read more…


Brain Injury Update, Two Months Later

Okay, here’s a blog post update on how I’m recovering since my bike accident! I’m sparing my FB feed from what would be a horribly long status update. Two months ago, April 9th, I was in the ICU after crashing my bike, losing consciousness, and having a tiny bit of bleeding in the brain (final diagnosis: minor traumatic brain injury). And here I am, June 9th, at the computer and heading to the studio this afternoon. I’m almost back to normal! Well, sort of. 🙂


Less is More Work at First

I’ve taken on a little side-project and it is: examining things and trying to keep/use only what I need. Stuff. Clothes. Food. Not to an extreme; I don’t want to make proving something to be the focus here, like Look how Read more…


Crash. Boom. Opera. (Or: my bike crash in the clear light of day.)

Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of a kid doing basketball drills, bouncing the ball in that monotonous way. The picture of the afternoon sunlight on a driveway, the passing of time marked by the mundane. The beat. The beat. The beat. Read more…


The Architecture That Isn't

Over the years, I’ve noticed whenever there’s been a demolition in an area I think I know pretty well, I still can’t for the life of me remember what used to be there before the crews blew it up or Read more…


Where did I put that español?

From 1975 (ok, probably 1976) to 1980, I didn’t speak English. Only Spanish. So says my mom; I have absolutely no memory of it. Whenever I really try to access that español, it just escapes me. I see my Spanish Read more…