December 31, 2014
A CHAIR FOR MILES DAVIS
chair designed by john hutton-miami 2013- 
December 31, 2014
JOURNAL-summer 2014 ( un-edited)

quito-ecuador-

I am a lonely Funambulist

surrounded by disintegrated ballerinas

The end of Reincarnation

A Broken Accordion

A Tango on the Radio

            Blind Riot

            Red Curtain in Flames

She was fun when she was Lost

Drawing of a theatre, naked

Among my books and my journal, i am never Alone

Another Beer, blood from the Bees

I will not make it to the Sea

Low voices long table

Jazz Antique

 

My bones are broken

My hand on speed

A television staring at me

Spleen, by a thousand

mexico city------------

My left hand a burning flag

            Did you come here to really experience

Or to be a voyeur?

            Will you let them take it all?

Will you write a poem with the saliva of the volcano?

             There was no god to pray to in these times

Earth was One

            Her eyes Black as charcoal of the unknown sea

Killing solitude among millions

            Unknown Race

Everything is different now

            Innocence and time are gone

Future is gone, Desire is gone

            Only remains the essence of making art

The hand that holds the brush

            Torch for those who cross the night

A torch for those who seek for the Highest

            My brushes, the weapon of the Freedom Seekers

The oxygen of the Pearl Divers

            The tongue of the lust lovers

Mirrors of time, god is my only reflection,

            In Him all I want to achieve, the great quest

God, among the trees, among the silence of her dance

            So many blind love letters

Solitude at hands must end

            I swallow my blood

The experimentation has pushed me away

            I lost words, I lost ground

I do not belong here anymore

            Shall we just leave this body and keep going higher?

I am a lady, I am a symphony, without conductor

            I am 88 ivory, Touch

I am a Hundred Naked Violins

 

 

Naked animal

            She never closes her eyes when we make love

She sees through

            Through me and through darkness

She hangs on me like the wind on a sail

            Silver Wolf

 

December 31, 2014
DEATH OF LIES
edition of 12 sculptures, made of resin 3d alchemy by haligon fine arts, miami,
December 31, 2014
SELF-PORTRAIT NO. 7
shoes, acrylic, butterfly , ink and cardboard under plexiglass box, 
December 20, 2014
RIO DE JANEIRO- FAVELA MURAL
live mural creation with 30 children in favela aleman, , 100 meters long -  with amour da terra
December 19, 2014
YAGE PAPER KITE VISION
NO.1 & NO.2 -acrylic and ink on canvas, 180 cm x 80 cm  x 2,---channeled at the studio-a boca do vulcao, hacienda aluna- alto paraiso, brazil-
December 10, 2014
THE YAGE-KITE VISION NO.1
acrylic, ink, on arches paper,, 35 cm x 160 cm, channeled in alto paraiso, brazil,
December 1, 2014
HURRICANE OF PEACE-(homage to huichol wisdom)
-acrylic , ink and collage on canvas, 180 cm x 270 cm, november 2014- mexico city- la bohemia in exile
December 1, 2014
THE RED CURTAIN
acylic, ink and collage on paper, 100 cm x 130 cm , channeled in mexico city , at la bohemia in exile,