Manuel Pecina
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Manuel Pecina
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My mantra: “Make some coffee & keep going.”

Just a Salty Sailor who received a BFA from UT at Arlington and an MFA from UT at Dallas. Has always nourished creative identity in Photography, Glass, Books, Lost Wax, Encaustic, and Short Films.
Counting Seasons
I find myself counting seasons after finding my age of reality. The real sense that I’ve lived and that there’s less time, not more. I now reflect on what I have done and where I'm going with what is left. Magical eperiences as I traverse this wilderness, are my realities.
October 26, 2025 at 3:37 PM
Looking back. How long have the Pecina’s been in Texas? I have traced my lineage to 1888 in Corsicana, Texas (53 years after the Alamo).

The Battle of the Alamo (February 23 – March 6, 1836) About one hundred Texians, wanting to defy Mexican law and maintain the institution of chattel slavery.
September 26, 2025 at 4:01 PM
After 8-9 years of managing a fatal life threatening illness, I want to live my life as I did a decade ago. I'm living with a subconscious desire to walk at the edge of the cliff in high winds. I am grappling with a deep, subconscious pull towards risky behavior.
August 14, 2025 at 6:51 PM
You wanted peace, but summoned Persephone in the Spring.
July 25, 2025 at 11:41 PM
Underneath my outside face
There’s a face none can see
A little less smiley
A Little less sure
But a whole lot more like me.
July 23, 2025 at 1:55 AM
After 9 years in survival mode, I am happy to feel my life is coming together.

April 25 through 29, 2025, I tested my recent pulmonary system at 7200 feet at Taos Pueblo.

Sunday, June 8, 2025.
9.7 miles in 1 hour 7 minutes. The humidity was excruciating, but I managed to do it!
June 20, 2025 at 3:28 PM
The world will ask who you are, and if you do not know, the world will tell you. Carl Jung

The world that constantly bombards us with expectations, opinions, and societal norms can make it challenging to stay true to ourselves.

We owe it to ourselves to live a life that’s ours.
June 1, 2025 at 1:37 PM
Love & Death

"Find what you love and let it kill you.". Bukowski

A philosophy of passion and living life to the fullest, even if it means facing hardship. Is it impossible at my age?

I am moving toward my ultimate goal: a long-term relationship in which we can learn from each other.
February 23, 2025 at 4:16 PM
While I sit here thinking about what to write, it has occurred to me that we are all bad in someone’s story. It started with me thinking of any event where my words or actions may have alienated someone. Which made me wonder if we are linear and have only one variable.
February 20, 2025 at 4:02 AM
It’s going to be cold for a couple of days in Dallas, Texas. I decided to hibernate & write.
For almost a decade, I have been in survival mode since I was diagnosed with IPF in 2016. Today, 2/18/2025, I am ready to expand my life through love, self-care, and road trips.
February 20, 2025 at 3:40 AM
I’m alive
Things are fine.
My recovery is still looking like it will take a while. At least a few months.
I'm not good. I'm not bad. But things may get harder soon. Or they may be fine. I guess I will find out.
January 24, 2025 at 2:43 AM