My paintings

Sketching a pictorial creation and letting it, step by step, without haste, take shape before your very eyes.

It’s me, the very detail that started it all centuries ago. It is me, the look, the beauty and the ugliness, grouped together in the same essence. It is me, I miss it for many … the extravagantly colorful and quiet for others … although for a few, it is me, a dancer of life, allegories and time. It is me, the abstract spirit that adjusts to what it is and is, molding itself as always, to its inescapable reality, in which it shows itself as one more fruit, of this unconditional cosmos.

One wheel, then two;… a small world is mine but through it I understand the Total;… colors, images, symphonies desperate for expression, they sound all the time inside me;… this is my place of full, the one that with circuits and centers places me in certain hemispheres;… with faces, bodies and geometries of all kinds, it is just as well as I capture the reality in which I live.

A chaos for many, but my peace without a doubt, in this that I live and that I am.

With a question, the answer comes in seconds;… with an air, the flow falls and makes us understand that we are here for the sake of an indecipherable force.

Existing life in its own heartbeat, only constant breath can be able to define Existence itself with all its character.

From the determining point where everything begins, the flesh, the skin and the sense of man are just pure pieces of a merely extravagant Nature; … as animals then, or as extraordinary creatures in a paradise world, we for the power of circumstances just mutated;… we transformed ourselves without being able to avoid it, until due to adaptation issues and by continuing to be very much alive in the world;… we became what we are now;… machines, noise and chaos;… perfect gears of a succulent process called survival to continue and be.

Dressed in a very heroic tone, the gladiator in the face of the fight and the fight is a gallant like nobody ever; … but next to a princess like the one who lives in his soul and his body, he is a ruthless romantic that feeds on poetry and heart, to procure and seduce the heroine of his love.

From the proper sense that observes us every day, we appreciate without being able to conceive it, infinity of worlds under or above ours so moved; … the vitality existing on the margin of life is a set of cycles and wheels that is everywhere parts and at all levels.

When we believe that we are the only ones and masters of the great vigil, the truth suddenly approaches us to tell us that this is just a great lie;… definitely, although we do not recognize it, not only we observe, but also more of a world watches over us in a thousand ways every day.

Illustration, sketch, watercolor or acrylic … Everything is useful to me, everything is a tool when it comes to giving plastic form to my thoughts.

Coming here, disguised as no one else,
you have given us, a very big spell.
You, extraordinary extravagant,
with your exquisite and lofty rarity,
light up the faded habit,
that upholsters us day and night.
You, extraordinary extravagant,
with your different shapes, colors and looks,
is how you makes us open our minds,
in order to accept,
anything that might leave,
our own parameters or rules.

What gives me life, gives me reason and meaning to continue on the way;… like, like eating what I can;… prudence, patience and my own dreams when they are already undone;…. like, like eating what the irrigation of the time gives to my bodies; … like, like eating that product that makes me fly in fantasy, so that I can caress my flight away from this prison that does not leave me.

Like eating freedom and my dreams to leave this place;… this limitation that with bricks and bars has been built in my head for the fear of trying.

Seen from a very specific point of view, Man is his own animal, he is his own pet and he simply cannot avoid it; … through margins and ideologies that seem to have any meaning, Man convinces himself that he is, who he knows better than anyone the correct way to perform his role. However, due to the many ironies that life brings, the grandiose idea that spreads all over the site suddenly turns into buffoonery.

Man in true appearance is nothing more than a set of structures;… many spheres, faces or worlds exist within his figure;… costumes, clothing, but more than anything appearances, it is what he does every day they cover it.

Likewise, Man in his characteristic grace for being a funny victim of his own psychology;… without anyone telling him, he only limits himself;… because although he has wings and tools to make his essence a flight as sublime as Magnificence;… for unintelligible reasons, he believes that he only has shoes and feet of stone to advance on this wheel.

Recognizing my truth,
the one that defines myself and my mind,
is how I understand,
the complexity inside my soul.
I am, that unit.
That interesting and unique unit,
that concentrates one million parts,
in only one base.
in only one base or diverse universe;
wonderfully dressed,
of highly contrasting colors,
as well as of very dissimilar figures and forms;
that help to generate beauty,
from an impressive chaos or mayhem.
Fragments of ours,
Fragments is what we are;
and Fragments is, what we will always,
undoubtedly be,
in this indecipherable WHOLE.
Complexity or Simplicity;
Immensity or the Tiniest Something;
Molecule, Being, Planet or System;
at the end, we are all, eternal pieces,
giving form to something much Bigger,
or Smaller,
depending on our own perspective,
of life and rhythm.