Saturday, November 27, 2010

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Tuesday, August 24, 2010


in the dream there were two spirits running through the forest. I could see their bodies sticking out above the canopy. When I saw them I started laughing and called their attention, they looked down on me...smiled, as they slowed their progression the sky turned black and immediately I was hit by a wall of rain

Monday, August 23, 2010

Sketchbook and Remoshindigaloops

My New Approach is... to update this blog at least weekly. So a bit of backtracking .... had a show in July with mates The Creative Natives at Neon Forest Gallery in Orlando, FL. Check out this link for a video documenting the process and for more Creative Native info. Cheerio!
August 20th. I participated in the Young Blood exhibition at the ArtSeen gallery Miami,FL. For those who didn't catch the opening the closing reception will be this Sat. August 24. Here's more infor ma cion
... and finally here's some sketchbook musings I'd like to share for the sake of retinal stimulation.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

More is MORE

Quanah Parker - Moksha Family Collection

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Friday, July 2, 2010

A little piece of mind

I was about to use the word superstition but now after looking into it I realize I'd rather drop it from my vocabulary. Something interesting happened the other day. One way to look at it is as a mere coincidence, another is as synchronicity. Whatever it was, it happened. After a long night of indulging in some mind-bending hallucinatory confrontations, shadowboxing... singing and internal dialogue directed towards internal and external forces (which may all end up being the same thing), major realizations...moments of awe and terror.... I finally fell asleep at around noon. Later on I realized my computer had crashed (one of the reasons I'm not uploading any new work) and any movie that I put on my DVD player has a greenish tint. If there's any object that's red on the screen, it looks extremely saturated and displays a checkerboard pattern moving at high speeds. On that night it became very clear to me how much material posessions weigh me down. All this stuff/crap sorrounding me is a reflection of how cluttered my mind is. Clarity seems like the ultimate unreachable goal. I seem to be really fond of playing the game where I focus on one piece of junk so I can forget at least for a moment about another piece of junk and so on. I am very thankful that at least for a brief moment I've been able to have the awareness of life without our usual attachments. For a brief moment, we can see the games we play for what they are....GAMES. Games we've managed to adopt without realizing the toll they take on our human potential. "That's just the way things have always been and you can't change it!"...there goes that annoying voice as old as death itself. 1:11 If that voice could be embodied in a lil man spewing poison out of his mouth my initial reaction would be to strangle him. But perhaps I should bathe him in rose water and assure him it's going to be ok. The voice of reason told me a couple of times that all I ever needed I already had. I nodded and then did my best to ignore her. The trickster god is an essential figure most of us in this age could use a little getting acquainted with. " Eshu is a difficult teacher but a good one". You will see what you need to see. Seems like the last thing many want to do is to look inside themselves and face their shadow. Please don't make me look in the mirror, I am afraid of what I'll see. Reminders of death? Is death a taboo? Does change imply death? What the hell is death?

My hands sweat and that is always a sign. I used to be really unnerved by that but now I know how important it is for me to have that physical happens when I'm nervous or afraid, whenever I find myself facing something unfamiliar, stepping outside of my comfort zone. I wonder how severely our relationship with the unknown affects our lives. How this relationship shapes the way we move about in our environment and think. The unknown is just always there, closer than we can come to terms with. If you stare at a familiar object long enough can it become unfamiliar? We've grown so used to lying to ourselves that this is what we now base our lives upon...disguised lies. We perpetuate the violence we've been subjected to by bringing more children into this world with the hope that they will lead a happy existence and not make the same mistakes we've made. You can't fuck death away, but yet people try. If there's one common factor we should celebrate publicly is our ignorance. I think this can actually change the world. Let's have a holiday, maybe twice a year where we celebrate in public our own ignorance. Children playing Monopoly with the owners of the Central Bank ( and winning!! ), Rocket scientists and yokels holding hands, holy men and rapists sharing ice cream, the homeless and heads of state slow dancing in the moonlight. It's a joyous occasion to come out of our prison cells and share the bond of ignorance. It's what makes us human!! We shall no longer hide this beautiful gift that allows us to see life in a new way!! PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD!! LET'S MAKE IGNORANCE DAY HAPPEN!!!

Monday, May 31, 2010

Primordial Canned Soup for the Soul

this is one of a series of works which exploded on my studio floor around the time I got back from NY last Nov.... I will slowly be emancipating them one by one... for now this one looks to me like a pond. I hope you're all doing well. cheers!

Thursday, April 22, 2010


painted live... @ White Room, Miami, FL. 2010

Monday, March 1, 2010

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Father and Son (closeups)

Gyr and his dad.  Based on performance at Edge Zones, Miami, FL 2000s