Portfolio Photography

Skies, 8.5” x 11”, August 2010, Own Project.

Vivid representation of a daily mundane scene with a breath-taking sky to enhance it.

Guatemala, 8.5” x 11”, August 2010, Own Project.

The country of Guatemala seen through the splendor of its colors.

Perceived Reality

Perceived Reality, Acrylic, 15" x 20", August 2010, Own Project.

A piece that wanted to demonstrate the endless cyclic road of reality captured in its surroundings. An alternate reality that may not be that different from ours.

At Night

 Some little experiences with nights and lights.

150-word Answer

You hear those faraway voices cheering for your success, feel the tingle of adrenaline in your fingers, and sense the smell of victory and fulfillment right before you. As your hand glides swiftly through the air, as you give your very last best, there can be nothing else than an ecstatic feeling in your body. It’s there, and it’s up to you, the finishing act, that last brush stroke.

That last brush stroke is the reason artists paint. They create for a physical need of expression and their reward is that adrenaline-like feeling of accomplishment. I may not be Egon Schiele but I am sure it is a sentiment all artists share. As a beginner but persistent artist I feel the same way. Art has been a constant mean of revelation, a way of endeavoring into my own truths, it’s the reason I have done it for so long and the reason I desire to keep pursuing it in the future.

Accident

This was just an "accident" when I was trigger-happy with my camera. After a while I noticed it really had a feeling, you can feel her breath and the intention of talking in a static picture. 

Catch-22

"There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one's own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions and sane if he didn't, but if he was sane he had to fly them. If he flew them he was crazy and didn't have to; but if he didn't want to he was sane and had to. Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle"

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller 

Graphite Self

A self-portrait. Published as a favor to a friend.

Side-Effects

A few side-effects of my last project. Maybe this is the real project?

It's all the same

Given a look at society, at the environment, at the whole world, we see how we are just a part that fits in a whole. There is no distinction, we are all "things" in this existence. At the end, we're all the same, it's all the same. In this piece I tried to portray this abstract conclusion, the execution wasn't the best but it captured the essence of the idea.

Fabric

One of the things that has always amazed me is how people give that softness to fabrics. Since this was an area I was challenged in, I gave it a try. This is what turned out.

Surreal

Why are you the one that drives me insane? How can you do it? Scratch that. I know how, i just don't know why.  The problem has always been why, the why has always been my disbelief. I still cannot understand why me, why you, why us? It doesn't matter how much explaining you and I have tried to do, it simply seems unreal. Unreal because you make me feel full inside, because I want to make you feel that way too, because it feels as if we just match. It feels so unreal yet it is so real: you do say and write those words that I long to hear. This confusion, this misunderstandment is real, what only leads me to seek a way to understand and describe the situation. At the beginning I said a word, a word that keeps its total validity in all this confusion, moreover, it defines it. All this just keeps feeling surreal.

Questions

Why are things the way they are? Why are we supposed to smile in pictures? Why are supposed to say our feelings? Why are we supposed to have feelings? Why do we enjoy? Why do we dislike? Why are we supposed to believe? Why do we care about society? Why are we shaped the way we are? Why are we influenced? Why are you strong? Why are you weak? Why do we function as a species? What is the purpose of the existence of our species? What is my purpose?

Desperate Try at Poetry

A page from my sketchbook trying to describe a moment. A little poetry in spanish:

Y si te quiero? 

Y si te extraño?

Y si todavía te amo?

Y si tu ya no estas?

Y si tu no te me vas?

Y si yo no soy capaz?

Y si quiero un abrazo?

Y si quiero tu bacio?

Y si ya no es el caso?

Y si te quiero?

Y si te extraño?

Y si todavía te amo?

Con la tuya esta mi mano?

Sunday Morning, Rain is Falling

Sunday morning, rain was falling and I was urging to show how beautiful things can be even in dark weather.

Figure Drawing

Beginning

The beginning, first blog. Here I'll be posting my thoughts and work to the world, hope you enjoy.