Agnes Balaguer
@agnesbalaguer.bsky.social
puertorriqueña. artista visual y escritora.
En alguna esquina del casco viejo #puertorico
December 30, 2025 at 3:37 PM
En alguna esquina del casco viejo #puertorico
Reposted by Agnes Balaguer
A Toast To Us
December 24, 2025 at 6:35 PM
A Toast To Us
descanso en recuerdos del trópico que me crió indómita
December 23, 2025 at 5:51 PM
descanso en recuerdos del trópico que me crió indómita
Love is the art of caring ❤️
December 9, 2025 at 4:24 PM
Love is the art of caring ❤️
Reposted by Agnes Balaguer
One of a series of mixed media drawings of musicians playing at an Irish music session in Mill Road, Cambridge
#mixedmedia #musicsession #fiddle #guitar #tinwhistle
#mixedmedia #musicsession #fiddle #guitar #tinwhistle
December 8, 2025 at 5:08 PM
One of a series of mixed media drawings of musicians playing at an Irish music session in Mill Road, Cambridge
#mixedmedia #musicsession #fiddle #guitar #tinwhistle
#mixedmedia #musicsession #fiddle #guitar #tinwhistle
otro atardecer 💜
November 30, 2025 at 2:36 PM
otro atardecer 💜
Early Sunday scaries
November 23, 2025 at 1:35 PM
Early Sunday scaries
Il pleure dans mon coeur comme il pleut sur la ville
November 19, 2025 at 6:41 PM
Il pleure dans mon coeur comme il pleut sur la ville
Color makes sadness manageable.
November 3, 2025 at 4:08 PM
Color makes sadness manageable.
Resident spider
October 24, 2025 at 2:58 PM
Resident spider
A year ago, a red-bellied woodpecker slammed into my office window. Do birds get concussions? Anyhow, for a while it seemed like the poor thing wouldn’t make it. After about 20 minutes and much careful tenderness on my part, it flew away. Last night’s painting celebrates life in all its nuance.
September 25, 2025 at 2:08 PM
A year ago, a red-bellied woodpecker slammed into my office window. Do birds get concussions? Anyhow, for a while it seemed like the poor thing wouldn’t make it. After about 20 minutes and much careful tenderness on my part, it flew away. Last night’s painting celebrates life in all its nuance.
Taken this weekend as I sought to find art in the wild. I want to be present in mind, body, and spirit for whatever other gifts Nature offers me.
September 22, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Taken this weekend as I sought to find art in the wild. I want to be present in mind, body, and spirit for whatever other gifts Nature offers me.
Where my imagination flourishes. Happy Friday!
September 19, 2025 at 12:24 PM
Where my imagination flourishes. Happy Friday!
I went to bed thinking “maybe I didn’t make something others would consider art today, and that’s OK”. And then, like an old friend that visits unannounced at whatever hours to prop your spirits up, came a haiku:
through the night, winds howl
window frames burst at the seams
loneliness barges in.
through the night, winds howl
window frames burst at the seams
loneliness barges in.
September 18, 2025 at 3:28 PM
I went to bed thinking “maybe I didn’t make something others would consider art today, and that’s OK”. And then, like an old friend that visits unannounced at whatever hours to prop your spirits up, came a haiku:
through the night, winds howl
window frames burst at the seams
loneliness barges in.
through the night, winds howl
window frames burst at the seams
loneliness barges in.
I’ve been flower harvesting + drying, cutting paper, setting up soaking periods, and recycling materials in service of my art. Is that, on its own, art? I see beauty in the process; the preparation for the act itself deserves reverence.
September 17, 2025 at 2:26 PM
I’ve been flower harvesting + drying, cutting paper, setting up soaking periods, and recycling materials in service of my art. Is that, on its own, art? I see beauty in the process; the preparation for the act itself deserves reverence.
When I’m blocked, I doodle with my non-dominant hand
September 17, 2025 at 12:54 AM
When I’m blocked, I doodle with my non-dominant hand
To brave the storm of your sorrows
You must first dare tend to selfless woes.
A tightrope walk through a somber canyon you follow,
to brave the storm of your sorrows.
You must first dare tend to selfless woes.
A tightrope walk through a somber canyon you follow,
to brave the storm of your sorrows.
September 12, 2025 at 7:10 PM
To brave the storm of your sorrows
You must first dare tend to selfless woes.
A tightrope walk through a somber canyon you follow,
to brave the storm of your sorrows.
You must first dare tend to selfless woes.
A tightrope walk through a somber canyon you follow,
to brave the storm of your sorrows.
our phones now help us remember times when life looked different, yet congruent with current moments all the same. #arteveryday
September 11, 2025 at 12:39 PM
our phones now help us remember times when life looked different, yet congruent with current moments all the same. #arteveryday
a few weeks ago, out of a surge of inspiration and curiosity, I jumped head first into paper-making. as with any spontaneous foray, mistakes were par for the course. starting the second batch now, this time with white paper. #arteveryday #tendingtoabrokenheart
September 10, 2025 at 5:37 PM
a few weeks ago, out of a surge of inspiration and curiosity, I jumped head first into paper-making. as with any spontaneous foray, mistakes were par for the course. starting the second batch now, this time with white paper. #arteveryday #tendingtoabrokenheart
what’s on your mind? non-dominant hand freestyle; sharpie on cardboard #arteveryday
September 9, 2025 at 1:23 PM
what’s on your mind? non-dominant hand freestyle; sharpie on cardboard #arteveryday
let this space chronicle how the world is softening me with its touching.
1286: Reasons to Live by Ruth Awad
Today’s poem is Reasons to Live by Ruth Awad.
www.slowdownshow.org
September 8, 2025 at 4:34 PM
let this space chronicle how the world is softening me with its touching.