Month: August 2014
Reflejos de Azul
This is a keychain from Uros’s Islands. They are artificial islands over Lake Titicaca in the Peruvian side.
Actually I’m not very happy for that keychain, they almost forced us, surprised tourists, to purchase anything from them, so I asked for just two keychains. That wouldn’t be bad but the money doesn’t seem to be used in necessary things (pomades to their children’s cutis that suffer under the sun at high altitudes) better education, or clean energy systems (although I think they have solar panels) But I’ll post in the future a longer photo-article.
Flor de Lis
A flower for a Mexican young lady.
When I was a kid I read the first books of the Bible till the wall of psalms. I’m native so I read them as the amazing history of another people, the same way I’ve read about Greeks, Indians, Romans, Scandinavian, Japanese and several civilizations with their owns origins and myths. Everyone deserves our respect because they build what we are, and true respect is to learn about their success and their failures and defects to be a better humankind.
In the end my impression about Christian angels was that they had conflicts with themselves. So you can read that they see gorgeous women and they decide to be men. There was also the story with Lot when an angel, to my despair, didn’t do anything to save the woman that worked for Lot when this man send her to be raped; the soldier angel with blades of fire saving the door to a paradise that nobody can enter because there is a tree that could convert men in Gods; armies of angels against armies of angels called demons according the side they choose; Satan, the first angel that bet the faith of Job with Jahweh (a sad story because Job lost his children and Jahweh seems to thing that a person we love can be easily replaced by another, we can love another person but the hole of the lost one never is filled), angels that usually take care of us or make the war against us not for love or hate to mankind but political affinity with superior powers.
My favorite angels are those that choose to be men because they love the beauty of women, and the one that stops Abraham to kill his son Isaac because that shows compassion and always there is the idea that this angel could have done it because he thought a father shouldn’t bear such a sacrifice. Certainly they have the role of Hermes as messengers. The most important message is about you shouldn’t kneel before no one except God. So in ausence of God in our nation I took that message as “Don’t kneel before no other, not even yourself”
Conversely angels I dislike deeply are the ones pictured in the Cuzco painting style. They are from the time when Spanish set a tyranny and they bring here their gods as Saint James the Indian killer (they though they were in India, lol) and their angels were pictured as white men with armature, spears and rich dress. I think Saint Francis is completely superior morally to those colonial representations. It has said that the Bible’s God make the Man to His image and the Man payback him with the same coin: those angels are portraits of the invaders that saw themselves as rich and brave angels.
The bible is the history mainly of the Temple, and promises to good men. But it doesn’t tell the history of another worlds. I like to think that there would be a special bible for angels. With a genealogy of their generals, cherubim, loves, affairs, lobbies, heroes, and martyrs. How they recreate themselves because their commerce with humankind and are conquered by terrestrial fashions and styles.
Maybe they have their own angels too.
Wow, I did it in 99 when I was in high school. I used my favorite tools to illustrate: Faber Castell watercolor pencils, and to the blacks trucks a charcoal pencil. In 99 film was king in photography so I couldn’t think in it as a medium to express, it was more a way to document but different to what my eyes saw so naturally I’d prefer to use colors pencils. I was happy when discovered charcoal pencils because the blacks with them could be so intense.
I’m not sure what illustration used to inspire the drawing, I think it was from an encyclopedia and I don’t know why but I think in Stuttgart.
Today I went to art stores to get special papers to use with color pencils. Sadly the city where I am today is famous for his watercolor artists so they have just papers and cardboards to watercolor and pencil. I’m going to buy, as always, from ebay or other online place.
I don’t know why I’ve to buy things as film, filters, papers, books, comics, from far away countries. The positive side is that you get so much fuel to your desires that they end triumphing.
Highway to Tacna
It’s the continuation from the travel across Moquegua. They are just a few vistas from the bus. The kamanchaca (sea fog) was behind and there was a sunny day in the Valley of Moquegua (the real name could be Mokehua or Mokihua).
This starts in Moquegua’s bus terminal.
Moquegua has a strange landscape. It seems like there would be a mystery in those hills.
New York (a story)
New York city was, is, a haunting motif to draw, to paint. I made paintings of New York since I was a kid. I guess is time to paint again.
Actually my passion to paint New York pictures is much bigger than my desire to visit it. Sure I’d like to go some day to there, but I’ve this esthetic feeling that not other city with skyscrapers awake in me, except, although not so strong, Chicago. It has a haunting charm and an elegance proportioned and classic. Except for a blonde girl someday I met online in those social networks before facebook that designed beautiful jewels, being herself a jewel of woman and my personal queen from there.
Once I read that New York city has the fortune to be open to the Hudson and the Ocean so it has a balance between the buildings that grow to the infinite sky but aren’t crowded among hills but to the vast sky. Could be, but I don’t feel the same with the images of other cities. Although there is one building I don’t like and it’s the UN building.
I drew it when I was studying architecture at university some six or seven years ago in the class of technical drawing. It was the last class so I asked to paint something I could enjoy because it was just a formalism to end the semester. The building seems to be the Rockefeller Center at 50’s but sadly I haven’t the photograph to search the photographer.
My favorite series about New York City are the art by Giger. Every painting and drawing has an spirit that I think match a bit my feeling about the images of New York.
Softly vanishing into the night
Some day I had to travel to Tacna city (the original name in aymara language is Tacana) so I stayed in a cheap hostel for traders and I image smugglers too from the frontier. Suddenly in middle of the night there was a blackout upon the city, so I took this photograph because the night without artificial lights is totally different:
It has the aspect of a city suddenly abandoned and forgotten.
Today I had to go to a business date (not in Tacna but another city whose name I don’t want to remember), so I was in downtown’s city at afternoon, I met two girls that were classmates at university, and a woman that needed my services. Besides I saw several beautiful girls, some of those gorgeous women were from Europe, Argentina and US I guess, and others were locals of that other city. It was strange, Why is there so much beauty this day? I thought, then there was light and I noticed that today is Friday… so it’s natural that a lot of the youth of this city or that visits this city is taking a bit of time to have a great time. I hope they take advantage of it, or it would be, as I know perfectly, stupid otherwise.