NATALIA GOMEZ was born and raised in Daly City, California, a.k.a. FogTown, sandwiched between the shopping malls and the dead.  She has tried to escape the Fog Monster and currently resides in Berkeley on her boat.  She received an M.F.A. from California College of the Arts in 2010, masking her insane endeavors as part of her art practice.  She is currently creating charcoal stop motion videos, which set the stage for her characters, allowing reality to shift to a heightened cinematic paradigm... enjoy the ride!

Black out...black out...black out, from ages 14 to 21. Black out...hyperventilating into mom's grocery bags...black out...brotherly love choke-holds...black out...confined in white sheets while spun out of control...black out...overdose on Flintstones vitamins...semi-black out...fill my belly with bubblegum toothpaste...no black out but rainbow colored vomit instead...asphyxiation with red vines...black out...the magical candy... black out...Sandman's dust...black out. Hands are numb. Body jolts and twitches like Tourrette's. Flash!Flash!Flash! It's Looney Toons and I hope Porky the Pig will pop out of the black and say "That's All Folks!". I just want a sense of nostalgia to hold on to. Instead multiple Spanish speaking voices emerge. They pile one upon another. It feels like Play-doh. The sounds are malleable but disconcerting. The tingling sensation swirls through my body. What is its texture? It feels soft and sticky, like cotton candy. The black is coming. Twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch...snap out of it. It doesn't make any sense. Will I ever wake up? I guess I won't know since I am in a…wait where am I? It's quite a relief to let go and not know anything, not know where you are, whether you are alive or dead or even asleep....black out.