art.
when there is love, there is passion, when there is passion there is creation, art is the representation of all three
in-yourself
waking up to the truth
opening up to the slowness
& flow of nature
fading into its glory
its wild unknowns
& adventures
shedding the old skin
& becoming
the creator of life
by choice
by free will
you are sweet nature
you embody BEAUTY
everything else is an added blessing
Painting her
I love her
I love working on her
But when i share it or take a photo its scares me
That she is not as majestic as i feel when i work on her
el arbol de la vida creandomoviéndose dando vidaun arcoíris el sol la luz la vida el cielo el mar la noche el día las terrenas
“Paintings are strange things: as they near the end they acquire their own will, their own viewpoint, even their own powers of speech. They tell the artist when they are done (at least that’s the way it works for me). A spectator the process—if one is present—can’t tell the difference between a painting in process and a completed painting, for the line is virtually invisible to the naked eye.”
— Killing Commendatore by Haruki Murakami
art was meant to be seen.
-when i was in 3rd grade my painting was selected to be exposed in the Miami school district because the art representative was impressed by it. it was life behind the sea. this reminds me of my love for water. while i write this ironically i am looking at the beautiful atlantic ocean. water is a big part of my art expression and where i feel at home.-my story with art is an none ending story, i am always the perfectionist and one day i decided to use it as a form of expression, where i was in life, what i was feeling in the moment or as an escape of my current mind reality. i love painting.-the best part is when people are trying to figure out what it is or what it means, i like knowing what it means because its like a little secret. planning the concept before it becomes what it needs to be without my desires or input. letting go.