A tiger… and blue shadows


I painted this tiger in the 97, when I was in high school. Actually the art teacher just sat in his desk and said us that we had to paint something whose word started with the “a”, the next class something with the “b” and so forth; so in the end I think he didn’t teach us nothing about art but yeah a lot about the alphabet LOL

You can bet that I preferred that way, the best education I could got was in my parent’s library, so I took advantage of the void to experiment by myself in painting. That tiger is based, if I’m not wrong in an encyclopedia’s photograph. Tigers and New York were my passion those years as motifs.

I didn’t want perfection but expression. For that reason I used strong, watery and incomplete brushes to the sky because I thought, and I think, that the white of the paper is also a color.

Blue shadows

When you paint you learn to observe details, and I think if you like photograph what I’m going to write could be useful to you: the shadows are not black, usually they seem to reflect the atmosphere so when you take a photograph in the shadow it seems to have a bluish tone. When cameras have auto white balance they try to compensate but I think that’s good when you are taking a portrait, but to the nature it can end as a photography not natural to what our mind have seen. Be careful.

The shadows can take nice blue tones, for example see this photograph:

meanwhile a shadow

meanwhile a shadow

I discovered it observing the shadows of products in the market and I decided to not use black in certain paintings, other times I’d suppress the brown, and things like that. Of course shadows change with the day, but I’d discover that in the future.

That was the reason I used a strong blue shadow in the tree.

Post-data: By the way the teacher put me a “20” upon my painting (grrr!) and before you send rotten tomatoes in Peru the score is from 0 to 20, not 0 to 100 ;-)

Red Core

red core

There was a time when I forbid the black color in my paintings. Of course they were paintings to the school and the teachers just said to paint anything but they didn’t teach us much about technics or compositions. I just simply stopped to use the black because it seemed to my eyes that shadows were generally blue, and in nature actually there were plenty of deep blues and browns instead of black. Fortunately my family inscribed me in summer courses for children to learn painting. Unfortunately I wasn’t a child, haha, no, of course I was a child but I felt (as a TV wife that never gets attention from her apathetic husband) very frustrated because all the time they taught me more about the simpler technics and nothing about to paint what someone wants to paint to say something.

I want to say something.




To understand the cities in the country were was the Inca Empire one has to know first a bit of the mythic origins: in few words every people is bonded to a determined place. This place can be a mountain, a lake, a rock, an island. In the mythic origins the humans were produced from these places, whose names are pacarinas.

In this believing there not exist a god or gods creators. Instead there are a lot of human groups that take care of a pacarina. There are some more important than others, in the case of the incas it was first a hill called Tampu Tocco. Inca Garcilazo de la Vega (son of an Inca princess and a spanish invader) wrote about the Titicaca Lake as the mythical pacarina but that could be a distant mirror of the old times before the incas came to once would be the imperial city Qosqo (misnamed Cusco or Cuzco).

My apu is called Huaynarroque, for example. The volcano in the photograph is called Misti that means white, perhaps in an analogy similar to the Mount Kilimanjaro. But I think that If it is an apu is one very recent.

An apu more than a god is a living ancestor, I hope that tradition survive our incipient modernization, but sadly the news about invaders in sacred places are not uncommon, and the worse is that they are not poor people but people that wants the easy way to do the things.

Usually the apus have crosses on their tops. That was a way to mix religions I suppose, so they are old crosses, I want to believe that they were put in there without violence, but the invasion wasn’t one peaceful but was our end of the civilized world. Fortunately something new was born and is something real that every civilization has its moments and declines but always its apparent destruction is important to build something sometimes better.

Vespertine Titan



Certainly there is a fascination with the astrology. Fascination that I don’t share because the stars in our hemisphere are different of those in the northern hemisphere. (the Chakana, Crux or Southern Cross, is one survivor of the old celestial map) So I guess we are free from any prediction.

I think that’s a liberating notion. That there is no destiny, and if it exists it isn’t bonded to the stars. Even more when you know that the stars are ghosts of things that happened years ago, centuries ago, ages ago. millions ago, billions ago…

Our only nexus could be that the stars are our grandparents, stardust.

I would like to know which planet is in the photograph I took that dawn (It’s in the middle above the volcano). I’d like to believe that it’s Jupiter, but perhaps it is Venus.

They say bigger is better so you can click the image to see it full screen ;-)