The Faces of Art

This video has some of the most beautiful paintings ever painted.

Memoria de la Amnesia

I wrote this poem circa 2005, and now I have presented in a poetry competition to be held in Madrid. It is fun and you might want to consider doing it. The results will be announce by August 31st, I'll keep you posted. Well I put the poem in here so you can write your comments about it. In reference to the image is from an old painting of mine, I started painted it circa 1990 but I did not work on it again till 2005, time in which I gave up and left it the way it looks in here. I think it matches the poem; because while thinking in this painting and in the story about an English man with an extreme amnesia with whom I somehow I identified with, since I am very or extremely forgetful. Well, tell me what do you think by commenting below. In addition, a good way to learn to write in Spanish is to write poems, it is fun and fills your understanding of meaningful concepts that are the same no matter in what language you are expressing your emotions. Poetry is an universal language.

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Soy feliz con mi tristeza.
Soy humano en mi bestia.
Soy mal entendido pero muy bien amado.

Ando peleando con la paz fementida.
Ando sin zapatos en zapatillas.
Ando para atrás pero no le quito el negocio a los cangrejos.

Vivo en la ciudad con lo mismo que en el desierto.
Vivo con mi alma puesta, como en un refugio, para poder sentar mi pobre cabeza.
Vivo medio muerto pero para no bajarme, he tirado la escalera.

Mi alma auque descansa con esperanza, confieso que la tengo algo enferma.
Mi alma tiene un espíritu tísico en la sinrazón que existe sobre casi toda existencia.
Mi alma no conoce de musas pero la inspiración maltrata los dedos de su cuerpo.

Cuerpo endeble siento que te mueves con mucha gravedad.
Cuerpo eres un caballo en esa alma que no puede contigo, y te persigue.
Cuerpo te escucho cantar, y quieres quedarte con vida, pero el espíritu manda, y se te va.

Se perciben los momentos, y al instante que se forman, así se esfuman sus recuerdos.
¡Yo no entiendo! ¡Esto de ser nunca siendo, sin dejar ni un segundo de querer serlo!
Vivir con uno mismo, y encontrarse cada día con todos los rostros nuevos. ¿Quiénes serán?
¿Son de alguna ciudad o de otro pueblo? Donde todos bien te conocen, pero tú, nunca a ellos.
Yo sí no muero porque nunca termino de escribir una poesía a la ¡Memoria de la amnesia!

My Art is just living-Being a Human Being

I feel that a great part of being a human being consists in expressing thoughts, [whether these are conceptual or non-conceptual, i.e., a priori] sensations, observations, feelings and emotions. The behavior of my art is hyperactive after rather random periods of prolonged contemplation. When I paint, I enjoy the most doing it using Oils; but l have produced some paintings in gauche, watercolors, temperas, and pastels.

I worked in wax as in clay or wood and stones as well to create my 3D forms or sculptures. I have designed, and produced Jewelry with diamonds and other color precious stones. I created logos and posters for several companies or commercial and educational events. I enjoyed working in Photoshop, and GIMP. I have produced, directed and written scripts for "shorts" created for academic dissemination.

I consider that my art is living. I am a multi-disciplinarian and since we are living again the dark ages but in its digitalized version, far from being a crusader, I see my self as a compacted renaissance man. I will work until the end of my days. Living is communicating, and learning how to bring beauty to one's own life while changing uncontrollably the unknown and obscure to a yet another unknown; but with this new version, we somehow could build one or perhaps many pleasant paradigms for helping us to cope with whatever the reality outside us is. From this "neounknown" we then, could foresee possible futures, all of which we, kind of, do not want to calculate it with exact precision either, e.g. few people want to know in what day, at what time and how they would eventually die. We even do not want to think about it. I remember in here, those thoughts attributed to Socrates, "Those who know how to die, Sure they know how to live".

Art is many things as for the many people of the world, each has their own way of perceiving it, but even though we all appreciated it when we see it. Then, Art "acts" for us like a door that "opens", before our mind's eyes, all our knowledge, ignorance and wonder, almost at once and with such an intensity that we could recognize it instantaneously, even if we do not know what that object means, we are attracted to it. Perhaps it does not matter, at all, to know it but to feel it. Nietzsche wrote : "It is not the duration, it is the intensity what makes a feeling superior." Art is Art because resolves our living with a meaningful minimum set of impressions, expressions or both at the same time and forever. Keats in his "Ode the Urn Greek" explain to us: "Truth is Beauty, Beauty is truth." That is it! You have experienced eternity and this will form part of you. It will never change in you no matter how many times you think you have changed. It will remain the same. Hence and thereof we have always this human urgency or need to search for all things that we consider Art.

It all depends what you are looking for or even though Art can awake you when you were not even looking for, aware of or paying attention to it. It traps you. Therefore impels and propels our most deepest emotions. It gives us a direction, a purpose, a sense with full desires. Opens our Skinner's box. Injects full ideas in our blood and dilates our arteries and pupils. It makes us conscious of our existence.

Point blank, the only fact of being able to survive one minute more, as being alive and knowing it, constitutes art. Therefore, as Siddhartha emphasized, my truly profession is to know myself as I found out this today, and Gurdjieff and Outspenky knew it all along. Art is just living.