what do you see?
the air of Madrid
what is the color of the air?
the color of the air...
i make up the rules as i go along..
the trajectory of an artist cannot be conceived without rigorous ethical requirement
...detached from reality,
I built the myth of innocence,
from a desire to amnesia ..
ZO - GRAFEIN
the act of painting is a form of writing .. painting is a form of writing that creates signs ... mainly painting has been a creation of signs that were always correctly read by contemporaries, after some learning course .. .
There is also a theory about nationality.
as happens in romances , nationality doesn´t exist,
nationality is indeed a romance ..
you see romances are complex, involving more than one person. That means that every detail can be ambiguous
we are in the measure in which we play..our lives
Said of a person or group who has left his native country for personal reasons or due to the circumstantial social reality or environment. And therefore not desired, cannot return. It may be in some cases a way to protest against the country ..
a self-exile ..
people with souls are the ones who make the world move
virtue has just left taking along her deep blue color..
a man came .. he was a painter and his eyes were failing.. he said : I used to see what´s behind the faces and behind the hills and the trees and the sea.. I used to see what no one can see and paint what I see.. I lost my faith in it ..
he asked me to cure.. he laughed loudly..
can your faith heal me?.. if so , I will paint your portrait , a portrait of a lie..
if you were a painter of extraordinary talent , then you could paint my authentic and hypocritical portrait..
she says the color of her hair -
she says the color of her eyes ,
she says her occupation ..nothing!!
she is at the kitchen preparing something ..after she is cleaning the dishes..
she is talking about the weather..she is talking on the phone
she takes fotos of herself..she is putting her fotos on her blog
she is at the bed..smiling and reading Corto maltese
when you swim with sharks survive only being the greatest of all ..
sexual antagonism begins practically at birth..
she enters to a room
she meets a guy
she gets undressed
the city is strange..i would like to relax now..come here and lay on me..
the 2 bodys liedown
i can think of someone that he is not here now
that´s why i came..to remember him..but is useless..YOU ARE NOT HIM
it´s a pity
she walks out
him: let me love her and be sensible as well..
the voice :the sensible are never free
she says ..
i smoke a cigarette and i listen the radio,i watch the news , i surf the internet
but i can´t forget what is happening around..
i have enough of the crisis and the banks and the politicians..
they all liers , everywhere..
i don´t beleive nobody
i finish my cigarette i and i try to forget.. everybody ..
y que se van a tomar por a culo.
.but i can´t forget..
i said her she was a beast
she said /
beware of beasts. there is a species which stays alive 3 days after they die..
don´t worry about 2morrow
for 2morrow will worry about itself..
each day has enough trouble of its own..
it´s the women who can hardly wait the widows that scream at the funeral..
she took a sip of her coffee/ she used to be out each night with a different man/ she was doing it for quarters and dimes /which left little sis and me disreputable..
sensuality is nothing without a certain disturbed dragging..
The language (or the thought) is something singular..
extracts from my novel Human Condition (work in progress)