I just wanted to paint or draw the pain again. In the past I used to draw the pain many times. The pain was not almost constant, as it is now. It would come every now and then and it … Read More
I called it A Portrait. I wrote this name and the measures on the back-side of the picture, so it will be ready for all the processes of selling. Why is this a portrait? Because I decided to make a … Read More
Thinking again about the choice of doing the blog as my direction. It may feel as if I am an ant, crawling on a topographical map, among hills and valleys in brown and green. And it can also be seen … Read More
There are many ways to read art. This is one of them: Just start writing and see where it takes you. You can also say: Start to describe what you see. From there you start to be guided by your … Read More
You will have to imagine the picture for this entry. Imagine a few wide horizontal lines, painted with a soft pastel in brown, any brown that you like. The lines overlap and, together, create one thing that travels now and … Read More
I started this painting in the afternoon after a day of revelations. I was satisfied. A door has opened for me into where all the questions about what I wanted to do came to rest. I’ll write about this sometime … Read More
I wouldn’t mind having a big room where on the clean floor somewhere farther than the middle this will stand just a line maybe dark grey as here and people will get a little book of white thick paper and … Read More
I thought about this many times lately. It was like an old friend, knocking on my window to wake me up. Drawing is my most direct expression. When I started doing abstract drawings many years ago, I was thinking about … Read More
The pink Is riding the ochre The pink is a saint We know this by the halo He’s also a juggler And even if his clubs Fall They never reach the ground Just like him The drawing lines Try to … Read More
As soon as I finished it and I wanted to go to bed, I felt that there was something good in it. I saw it in passing two more times that night and the feeling was still there. In the … Read More
