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?