Rocio Villalobos http://rocio-art.com/
I was born in El Salvador where I was one of those children who couldn’t stay still, always dancing and playing. When I was 8 years old my dad, my brother, and I were shot. Fortunately, after the incident, they were both ok, but for me this was not the same story.
This event changed my life forever. I was left with a spinal cord injury and would never walk again. For many years, I saw my wheelchair as a barrier, I was just spinning in the same place again and again.
When I was 18, I moved to Los Angeles because I needed surgery. I spent 3 months in the hospital and it was there that the hospital staff introduced me to their art program. I wasn’t looking for art, but art found me.
I was introduced to art as rehabilitation therapy and since those days I skipped some pages of the book that started with “this is a story about a sad girl…et cetera, et cetera” and I found a page were the beginning was a story of a girl grateful to be alive and thirsty to see all the beautiful ways in which life is manifested….
After that, there is no more writing I just add the marks of my best brushed (my wheels) dancing through the pages, letting the flow of the watercolor paint the paper.There are plenty of sheets, and each one is a dance floor.