25
Jul

No more swearing in English?

Begoña Martínez

Somebody makes a pseudo-stupid joke at my son Quique in the street —something I’ll never understand. Pablo looks at me with his best “what the hell just happened, did you get it?” and our telepathy fails for a moment, and I have to make do with expressing my thoughts with words, and in front of

09
Jun

What if I had a year to live?

Begoña Martínez

On Tuesday my Interpreting students at University brought to class, as practice material, an interview with the star of Breaking Bad. The text contained the question: What would you do if you had a year to live? It was funny, at the time, to think that it’s just one year since Benita, my German mom, left

02
Jun

I had to see Van Gogh with my own fingers —painting at MOMA, New York

Begoña Martínez

Pictures above by Natalie Hope, Calgary, Alberta. I had to see Van Gogh with my own fingers. Viendo a Van Gogh (completo) from Begoña Martínez on Vimeo. I’ll update this with more pictures from other people. 🙂

01
Feb

Am I a cat? [poem]

Begoña Martínez

A poem by Begoña Martínez. Am I a cat? / I bask in the sun, / I lay in your lap, / I find my own way, / I don’t like other cats.

23
Jan

Spanish for Spain or for Latin America? For Susie Bright

Begoña Martínez

With Spanish, a language that is used so widely all over the world, with so many different cultural differences, how do you approach a text?

27
Jun

Visiting Stonewall Inn, in twenty-sixteen

Begoña Martínez

As you know, I went to New York recently. My first goal was to see Starry Night, by Van Gogh, and my second goal to visit The Stonewall Inn, a legendary place. The spot where all the LGBTIQ+… etc. liberation movement started. Willow came too, you can see her looking happy in this pic:   Willow deserves her own

09
Jun

Scruples

Begoña Martínez

“Scruple” derives from scrupŭlus, small stone. If you get a stone in your shoe, you’ll be uncomfortable. Today scruples make you hesitate when confronted with a moral choice.

11
Mar

Machete

Begoña Martínez

Translation (WIP) of the Amanda Palmer song in memory of my German mom, Benita —the Anthony Martignetti of my life. She died last year.

26
Jan

Nicaragua: revolution and boots

Begoña Martínez

Madre mía, está siendo difícil encontrar el tiempo para contarlo, sobre todo por algo que sucedió durante el viaje, pero en Murcia.

01
Dec

From where I stand

Begoña Martínez

I’m an artist first and foremost. But people just want to hear about how I make money. It puzzles me, because don’t make that much. I just save beautiful things. Yet above the frustration of bringing something up and out and not seeing it shine like it did on my mind, I’m thankful. My mind