Edward Cabral has many faces, artist, writer and curator but I know him first as sensitive poet.

Poet with a cultural inheritance due to a mixed family from south america and europa.

Here is his poem:

 Land long ruled by so-called Indian kings soon conquered by commodity,
A conglomeration of nationality in which one’s identity is inseparable
form property
People who, instead of celebrating our similarities, find discourse in
difference
Dividing so-called bitches with ditches and irrigation and gold prices
Forward-faced ancestors first set foot with best intentions

Years later came two lovers who birthed their third son
A cross-cultural cross-national baby boy complex of
instability and indecision caught like a cotton ball against a razor
blade,
cushioning the coming slice to a point of insufficiency on either side
With supreme grace and determination these parents raised up men that
despite their surroundings saw no difference in color nor creed
Whose security soothed the worries and wonder why one would hang a nazi
flag facing our house

Or why people stare when my father’s brown hand holds my mother’s white
one
Growing up in a school of several thousand where even though I’m but
half,
I composed a third of the Hispanic population
Told to fill in the bubble next to whichever race I was, but could only
use one
Counselors who advised that, though I was an honors student accepted
into college,
“First generation Americans always do best in the labor or hospitality
industries.”

And finally I arrive in Chicago, native for segregated but still blue
collar
To find that walking through crowds is the same as the cornfields,
that a city one hundred times larger than my university town can be as
isolated
because instead of flora and fauna you’re surrounded by faces never
seen again
Where I actually prefer to hear, “fucking faggot” over, “ se hable
ingles?”
A city where being queer doesn’t mean the last thing you will see is
the rope that dragged you behind the car

So you make due and find the silver lining to the smog surrounding
skyscrapers
Inaction is simply sitting back and ordaining injustice
That much like a dead soldier finally getting his wounds cleaned and
dressed
Those from America only hope to hear his heart beating in his chest.

For the first edition of MELTINGPOINT, I have chosen Jang soon Im to represent Korea. He's working and living in Chicago.

His artwork is a mix of collage, print, drawing and videos. The artist multiplies his own figure creating new situation, new context. Most of his pictures are scene of battle treated with humor, beautiful colors and intelligence.

http://www.jangsoonnation.com/