Diary of a blue bird
(60cm x60cm , acrylics)
At the end of the session my left hand embraced my right hand, then my right hand reciprocated, .. both wrinkled now and spotty.. to the rhythm of nostalgic recognition, a feathery embrace of gratitude, congratulation and muted consolation.
my turquoise
(100cmx75)
Sometimes when contemplating a painting, we want to identify the eeriest things: what colors did the maker mix first? Which patch did she paint first? We contemplate with the curiosity of a voyeur wanting to participate in the de/reconstruction of the composition, driven by an extinguishing desire for proximity and intimacy; or just to feel what it is that made that composition balanced
Perched Judges (sold)
so it goes… that on every afternoon after his retirement, around 4pm he would go out … walk in the neighborhood with no plan. he saw a tourist looking for directions… said follow me, son. I am heading in that direction. on the way there he chatted with him.. where do you come from… do you speak the language… why are you here… etc. the tourist asked him where to find good affordable restaurant, the cheapest alcohol… then they said their goodbyes.
Later he stopped at the tailor to fix a zipper in his wife’s skirt. he had coffee with him and chatted with the neighbors about the poison of shisha, local and regional politics.. then he continued and saw a typo in a store’s sign… entered and gave the shop owner a lesson in syntax.. then He saw people offering condolences… followed them, paid his condolences and headed back home to tell his wife about all his adventures.
Birds of a Feather
(100cmx75cm)
Suddenly the people around me in the café started fading away; I watched them getting transformed into characters across from a screen. I saw myself becoming invisible. Just a moment ago I was one of the many place “regulars” and radical fans, and here I am, disappearing following the pace of my engagement in my reading and writing..
Original Bird (sold)
I never knew that among the several paintings I was working on simultaneously, only one would survive while the others would serve as its palettes willingly submitting their souls at its altar. Mind you I will not even know which one among the three would be The One!!! The remains of the left ones will be later patched into a quilted canvas announcing a random survival