March 24, 2015
LA BOHEMIA IN EXILE 2
art studio- mexico city, colonia centro- calle bolívar- creation of the book-a bohemian in exile 
March 24, 2015
LA BOHEMIA IN EXILE
art studio- mexico city, colonia centro- calle bolívar- creation of the book-a bohemian in exile
March 23, 2015
I SHOUT AT THE HOLY-mexico journals

I am in the same waters as you.

We made love all night, all morning, in the deepest connection of all, inside her sex river of my semen, sacred glory, mayan snake of light, in her eyes the most profound mystery: all secrets revealed, shared, nothing remembered, all here, the first kiss forever, my eyes in her hands. Inside of a seashell we are.

Bloom in your eyes I met the voice of freedom. Lsd honeymoon. Bambu lover bending into the imaginary wind. She left a trace of light in me. I’ll never see her again, not as she was last night.

-Never look back, I repeat to myself, no time for nostalgia.

We are the great navigators, the lovers of evolution and discovery, we live the closest to the irrational, the unknown, the invisible, we travel in between the lines, outside any boundaries. The law haves no power on us.

We have lost everything, but who we are, we are the seeds of romantic chaos.

I love things uncompleted, unfinished, never polished, never totally understood, spontaneous and intuitive, chaotic and mysterious, I love when not everything is said, when there is no ends, no beginning,

when it 's above us, faster than us, at the speed of light, when it's abstract, when there is no time to fall down, overlapping, like a collage, in a beautiful choreography of intuition, a break through, a blow, when memory dies, future vanishes, invisible glory, when ego explodes, when we become animals, eggs of light, pure energy, without witness,

when we reach the holy land , the kingdom of visions, when we travel at the speed of light into the seashell spiral.

 ( Boadicea by enya)

 

I do not scream for an audience

I shout at the holy   //////////////////

 

I love to be mystified, charmed, drugged, abandoned, loved, pushed, pulled, provoked, in an ecstatic trance, the sublime ecstasy of danger of living, of loving, of being, of searching for the reason to live.

We live for the experience .  LA NUEVA EXPERIENCIA,

( THERE IS A NEW WAY TO LIVE THAT WE MUST DISCOVER AND TRANSCEND )

March 18, 2015
 
IN THE SEARCH OF THE LOST SACRED
animation film created in Thailand and Cambodia, 2012, with i brush app on an iPad, 3119 digital drawings modified in a sequence, final editing by Stéphane Cocke, directed by Carlito Dalceggio
Music : Aziz by Mercan Dede
March 15, 2015
EL TEATRO LIBRE DEL BARDO -
sketch for mural, 60 meters, for mu in montreal, summer 2015,
March 14, 2015
IF WE DON'T BREAK THEIR RULES THERE WILL BE NO TOMORROW
cut out cardboard on wood, 8 feet x 8 feet, 2012, channeled in montreal
March 11, 2015
IN THE SEARCH OF THE LOST SACRED
 serie of 30 , on arch papers, painted in thailand and cambodia, on a road trip, 48 cm x 122 cm each...
March 11, 2015
IN THE SEARCH OF THE LOST SACRED
 serie of 30 , on arch papers, painted in thailand and cambodia, on a road trip, 48 cm x 122 cm each...
March 4, 2015
BURNING IN HEAVEN'S GLORY( to dylan thomas)



BRAVE UNKNOWN LOST LOVE

I AM LICKING DREAM HEAVEN FEATHER BLUE

THE MAILMAN ESCAPED MY DESTINY -BY KISSING A SHADOW GIRL

MILES DAVIS BLOWING IN ECSTASY A SYMPHONY TO RESTORE DIVINITY

DRAGON SPIRIT SHADOW,

OH BEAUTIFUL GREEK TRAGEDY

DRINKING AT THE FOUNTAIN OF DARKNESS

DRUNK STARVING INNOCENT-

ONLY WILL YOU REMEMBER THOSE THAT YOU TOUCHED AND KISSED

BLINDED BY THE LIGHT

OF ALL OF US WHO WILL NEVER SURRENDER

AT FULL SPEED -WOLF BLEEDING RIDING RED LIPSTICK

YOUR KISS YOUR KISS IS THE BLADE OF THE WINDMILL REVOLVING

PROPHECY SPOKEN LOUD- I SHOUT AT THE GREAT SPIRIT

FIRE- OPIUM- IN MY CHEST BURNING TRUTH TO EXPLODE -

ALONE AMONG MILLIONS-- SUNSET

OH GREAT CIVILIZATION, WHEN AND WHERE DID YOU LOSE YOUR SOUL?

A SHADOW BOY WITHOUT FUTURE SMOKING PEACE PIPE

WHERE THE WILD ROSES GROW MUST BE WHERE WE WILL GO

SCREAMING-INDIAN APACHE INDIAN LOVE REACHING

YOUR WINGS ARE FRAGILE LIKE MY TEARS FALLING ON YOUR GOLDEN CHEST

UNDER RAIN- NAKED NEW HUMANITY

OUR JOURNEY ONLY BEGINS

THE NIGHT TRAIN-I HAVE  SEEN IT- CROSSING THROUGH

THE END OF TIMES, OH MY LOVE 

THE FOSSILS OF YOUR FLESH

IN MY EYES FANTASY BURNING

IN OUR HEAVENS GLORY


channeled in mexico city

at la bohemia in exile- calle bolivar

March 2, 2015
MARCH OF LIBERATION-NO.3
MARCH OF LIBERATION no. 2, acrylic and ink, dry petals and butterfly wings on arches paper, 36 cm x 122 cm, channeled  at la bohemia in exile, mexico city,
March 2, 2015
SKETCHBOOK
March 2, 2015
the march of liberation 2-

acrylic and ink, dry petals and butterfly wings on arches paper, 36 cm x 122 cm, echo at la bohemia in exile, mexico city,