real del catorce, December 2007…
Walls emerging from all around, we escape, just before the train lock us in. So much colors and freedom is a danger for people, sometimes. It is disturbing their routine. Federal police on fast motorcycles chasing lost peyoteros. We escape before meeting mescalito. But freedom is the highest state, the purest trance, the ultimate shamanic experience.
Freedom is not a permanent state of being, it is a constant hunt: a constant chase. Totally above and awake, the freedom warriors resist to futility, comfort and normality..
Freedom warriors are seeking for infinity, sage from the modern times. They provoke their selves to break open: to travel in between realities and reach another level. Evolution is vital to remain free: motionless souls erase their selves slowly.
Freedom warriors are the modern don quijotes: the windmills are becoming gates of consciousness.
Art is the weapon: art is the philosophy and the channel. Art is the tool of wisdom and liberation.
Art is the alchemy. Art is the road.
ART IS THE ROAD TO RESET YOUR TRIP.
++what you experience in the dark should remain in the dark, what you experience in the light should remain in the light++
The only way to really learn is to abandon a part of yourself, to leave something behind: to risk, to seek, to dive, to cross without hesitation, to run free
( free running)
Remaining into the light will only make appear a part of your truth, darkness will reveal the other. Then, the alchemic wedding of the opposites will make you complete. One circle, one pyramid.
Guanajato
December 24 ,2007
Fearless and untouchable.
If you escape from something, you cannot be totally free. There is no real freedom into an exile.
Weapons in eyes. Time stops again. Laguna, river, calm, Mexican television, storm and liberation. Animals from the sea, in our mouth, climbing up walls, restore old passions. this constant chase for thrills, will lead us to the end of the world. 2012: another consciousness will rise, the end of this era. A mayan prophecy. I draw a new calendar on the table, surrounded by drunk fishermen, with crystal instead of eyes.
Maybe freedom is nothing else then being yourself at every moment.
Real love is free of possession: it is a pure exchange with the universe and it’s elements.
Love is free of control: love is the essence of the universe, the real fuel for creation. Love is free of fears, love is free of the future, free of power, love is a bridge of light, a shamanic exchange.
Love is becoming one with the universe.
list of birds
1-pelicans
2-white herons
3-albatros
4-hawk
5-giant brown eagle
6-lonely small white birds
7-noisy black crows
THE SACRED FLIGHT OF THE PELICANS
One of the symbol of perfection on this planet is the flight of the pelicans: their intuitive choreography with the waves is a highly erotic moment in suspension: they are in a constant hunt for the perfect geometry, the perfect dance, the silent symphony of the universe: pure elevation, constant revelation.
Can we accumulate revelations at such a speed that they are becoming one long revelation? The VISUAL OM.
One revelation is leading to the other one, without distance in between, to constantly live in a state of bliss and ecstasy. A symphony of grace and purity, harmony and velocity. Peace beyond. Above. Awake. A testament made of knowledge and experiences.
Can I paint like the flight of the pelicans? Free and radiant, sensual but powerful, feminine and masculine, graceful but fast, chaotic and intuitive. Can I paint like the dance of the palm tree leaves in the wind?
Can I paint like the reflection of the light into the water?
Can I paint like the tides? Like the full moon? Like the total eclipse of the sun?
Can I paint like a heavy rain? Like a hurricane? Like the eruption of a volcano? Like a young woman giving herself for the first time?
Can I paint like your screams of pleasure?
Tacubaya says:
Zipolite, end of December 2007
Long beach, beautiful landscape, with giant rocks coming out of the sea. All rocks are becoming parts of the body of tacubaya. She emerges from the ocean: tacubaya of 500 feet: underwater lover. She is present in every second, of this vast passage to abstraction, in this total switch of consciousness. She is feeding my silences with vivid visions: the power of fascination. The dialogue of the spirits. The perfect line between the sky and the ocean is like her voice: a perfect long line, a place to dive and disappear without danger.
Tomorrow, I will unfold a giant canvas into the sand: I will give birth to a long time painting project: I will paint my testament. I will assemble and reveal all myself, all my knowledge: I will gather together all the spirits, all I want to offer to the world, my personal legend.
This painting shall be a key, a tool to accelerate your personal evolution: a tool to penetrate the other world, the door of perceptions, the mouth of the volcano: the sacred serenity, the chaos on fire, the freedom scream, the erotic journey, the knife to cut you open, and let go: a trance, deep trance, a moment in eternity, reaching infinity, power and serenity, a detour with the ancestors, the great golden copulation, the nuptial dance, the new alphabet, the liberating orgy, the bacchanal of flesh and visions, a world without rules, based on intuition,
Explosion of orgasms, fields of joy: hermaphrodite united. A new iconography
A.R.T.= ART ROAD TRIP
The key is to hold on to all our passions and never let it down; to seek like a warrior.
I rarely remember what really happened into reality because I am transforming everything automatically: taking from reality only the essence, extracting the archetypes to use them in my art. I capture in reality seeds of dreams, seeds of emotions, broken legends, the kaleidoscope of nature, the power of fascination, candlelight and fireworks, stereotypes, echoes, whispers, and I transform stories into legends, legends into energy, energy into colors.
Walls emerging from all around, we escape, just before the train lock us in. So much colors and freedom is a danger for people, sometimes. It is disturbing their routine. Federal police on fast motorcycles chasing lost peyoteros. We escape before meeting mescalito. But freedom is the highest state, the purest trance, the ultimate shamanic experience.
Freedom is not a permanent state of being, it is a constant hunt: a constant chase. Totally above and awake, the freedom warriors resist to futility, comfort and normality..
Freedom warriors are seeking for infinity, sage from the modern times. They provoke their selves to break open: to travel in between realities and reach another level. Evolution is vital to remain free: motionless souls erase their selves slowly.
Freedom warriors are the modern don quijotes: the windmills are becoming gates of consciousness.
Art is the weapon: art is the philosophy and the channel. Art is the tool of wisdom and liberation.
Art is the alchemy. Art is the road.
ART IS THE ROAD TO RESET YOUR TRIP.
++what you experience in the dark should remain in the dark, what you experience in the light should remain in the light++
The only way to really learn is to abandon a part of yourself, to leave something behind: to risk, to seek, to dive, to cross without hesitation, to run free
( free running)
Remaining into the light will only make appear a part of your truth, darkness will reveal the other. Then, the alchemic wedding of the opposites will make you complete. One circle, one pyramid.
Guanajato
December 24 ,2007
Fearless and untouchable.
If you escape from something, you cannot be totally free. There is no real freedom into an exile.
Weapons in eyes. Time stops again. Laguna, river, calm, Mexican television, storm and liberation. Animals from the sea, in our mouth, climbing up walls, restore old passions. this constant chase for thrills, will lead us to the end of the world. 2012: another consciousness will rise, the end of this era. A mayan prophecy. I draw a new calendar on the table, surrounded by drunk fishermen, with crystal instead of eyes.
Maybe freedom is nothing else then being yourself at every moment.
Real love is free of possession: it is a pure exchange with the universe and it’s elements.
Love is free of control: love is the essence of the universe, the real fuel for creation. Love is free of fears, love is free of the future, free of power, love is a bridge of light, a shamanic exchange.
Love is becoming one with the universe.
list of birds
1-pelicans
2-white herons
3-albatros
4-hawk
5-giant brown eagle
6-lonely small white birds
7-noisy black crows
THE SACRED FLIGHT OF THE PELICANS
One of the symbol of perfection on this planet is the flight of the pelicans: their intuitive choreography with the waves is a highly erotic moment in suspension: they are in a constant hunt for the perfect geometry, the perfect dance, the silent symphony of the universe: pure elevation, constant revelation.
Can we accumulate revelations at such a speed that they are becoming one long revelation? The VISUAL OM.
One revelation is leading to the other one, without distance in between, to constantly live in a state of bliss and ecstasy. A symphony of grace and purity, harmony and velocity. Peace beyond. Above. Awake. A testament made of knowledge and experiences.
Can I paint like the flight of the pelicans? Free and radiant, sensual but powerful, feminine and masculine, graceful but fast, chaotic and intuitive. Can I paint like the dance of the palm tree leaves in the wind?
Can I paint like the reflection of the light into the water?
Can I paint like the tides? Like the full moon? Like the total eclipse of the sun?
Can I paint like a heavy rain? Like a hurricane? Like the eruption of a volcano? Like a young woman giving herself for the first time?
Can I paint like your screams of pleasure?
Tacubaya says:
Zipolite, end of December 2007
Long beach, beautiful landscape, with giant rocks coming out of the sea. All rocks are becoming parts of the body of tacubaya. She emerges from the ocean: tacubaya of 500 feet: underwater lover. She is present in every second, of this vast passage to abstraction, in this total switch of consciousness. She is feeding my silences with vivid visions: the power of fascination. The dialogue of the spirits. The perfect line between the sky and the ocean is like her voice: a perfect long line, a place to dive and disappear without danger.
Tomorrow, I will unfold a giant canvas into the sand: I will give birth to a long time painting project: I will paint my testament. I will assemble and reveal all myself, all my knowledge: I will gather together all the spirits, all I want to offer to the world, my personal legend.
This painting shall be a key, a tool to accelerate your personal evolution: a tool to penetrate the other world, the door of perceptions, the mouth of the volcano: the sacred serenity, the chaos on fire, the freedom scream, the erotic journey, the knife to cut you open, and let go: a trance, deep trance, a moment in eternity, reaching infinity, power and serenity, a detour with the ancestors, the great golden copulation, the nuptial dance, the new alphabet, the liberating orgy, the bacchanal of flesh and visions, a world without rules, based on intuition,
Explosion of orgasms, fields of joy: hermaphrodite united. A new iconography
A.R.T.= ART ROAD TRIP
The key is to hold on to all our passions and never let it down; to seek like a warrior.
I rarely remember what really happened into reality because I am transforming everything automatically: taking from reality only the essence, extracting the archetypes to use them in my art. I capture in reality seeds of dreams, seeds of emotions, broken legends, the kaleidoscope of nature, the power of fascination, candlelight and fireworks, stereotypes, echoes, whispers, and I transform stories into legends, legends into energy, energy into colors.