Maritza Ruiz-Kim

Artist, San Francisco Bay Area

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.


I'm baaaack!

Inside the Studio Mind

Hello Blog, How are you? We haven’t talked┬áin 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. ­čÖé


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┬áto 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 espa├▒ol?

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 espa├▒ol, it just escapes me. I see my Spanish Read more…