Sinta JimenezOther living to doNow when she names him, she spits it cool, like hip hop, nah girl, I don’t stop. Just a man, not a savior. Just a memory, not a reality…Mar 27Mar 27
Sinta JimenezCall and AnswerHe called her agitated, from the other side of the world. Hands in receivers they stood at exact opposite points of the day. Him in the…Feb 28Feb 28
Sinta JimenezFalse MemoryA year after the first time we say I love you, you’ll reveal that you forgot I said it back. That you thought you’d said it and I’d let it…Sep 26, 2023Sep 26, 2023
Sinta JimenezA Specific IntWe cruise past the neon hangul lights on Western, heading north crossing Hollywood Boulevard, up the hills. The moon is full. I take a…May 24, 2023May 24, 2023
Sinta JimenezNew Work Has Commenced — February 2023A presence hovered over me like morning fog along the Pacific Coast Highway obscuring jagged rock, palms, and daybreak. A spectral mist. A…Feb 6, 2023Feb 6, 2023
Sinta JimenezRays of sunset smooth over us, filtered by a tall and slowly dying indoor palm, that despite it’s…Now, you’re close to me, your mouth at the nape of my neck, your eyelashes against my jaw line.Apr 15, 2018Apr 15, 2018
Sinta JimenezMaybe you called because I had always taken your secrets within me, like a communion wafer beneath…Apr 15, 2018Apr 15, 2018
Sinta JimenezArchival InksIn my artwork, I use archival ink, made in Japan, a country whose relationship with ink I admire. Where ritual tattoo is abhorrent…Dec 15, 2015Dec 15, 2015