ultimately

"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern."
-William Blake

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past experience earmark

this experience
this experience
this experience

every moment a marker, every second a stone eclipsed by the train, every one sparks the mind on behalf of the kind and giving the illusion of control we read minds to find THAT which evades us...the connection behind, behind, behind, from different distinctions of order the movement rains upon us missing or remembering catapulting thoughtful bundles of disparity. Masks of every kind slowly carving smiles upon one another's pastimes. The type of food in this habitat is ethereal forecast headclouds. You feed off the blue garden of canto leaves. Parts of our bodies go visit their relatives. The hive-eating tortoise reworks severed matches. Children are taught to gather as paupers before the wealth of their future selves. In retrospect everything was peach, a hairy peach preacher telling some not to dream. That no use ever came from exploring beyond the gate, over rooftops of commodity and incandescent pillows of glass. Forgetting how to catch the wind in our lungs, leaving traces of bread for motherbirds to eat. Clasp, Blast, Grasp. Sensations

in the air we fell on all directions
in the air we felt on all directions
in the air we fell on all directions

ice queen, home and the storm

i know i've been away

...beautiful people.

but i'm not dead yet

the autonomy of line -close up # 1 -

After

seeing twenty foot canvases with a couple of bold strokes being thought of as art, actually bought and collected ... I just don't know what to do but laugh even though it makes me want to cry.

blessing force and the word

the scorpion's tail

PS14 night

So Sat. night I did some live/alive/1life? painting. and . wow. yes. the wow factor was incredible...I guess every moment should be a "wow" moment pow wow moment but unfortunatelly we can't remain in a state of ecstasy forever since we might give up eating or doing anything whatsoever and inevitably die. That afternoon I decided to climb my roof with Alex Grey's book The Mission of Art in my mouth. The teethmarks are a nice reminder. The sunset was amazing and there were rain clouds to the east. I could see a faint rainbow over orange lit rainclouds. I read outloud some of the preliminaries.

Remembrance - Remember we have only a limited time to live and do our art, so we should quit stalling and get on with our creative spiritual work. Remember the source of your inspiration.

Forgiveness- Forgive yourself and others for coming between you and your creativity. Don't pollute your flow of creative energy with hatred and resentment.

Intention- Intention is like a starter for the engine of creativity. Pledge to do your best work for the highest good, to practice your art as a way of spiritually awakening yourself and others. This can help purify or restructure your baser motives, such as how famous you might become or how much money you could get for a work.

Consecration- Offer yourself and your art tools to divine influence. Pray for inspiration, stabilizaton of the mind and body, and submission to the divine will. Ask for the blessings of spirit on your methods and materials.

Revelation- Access the highest grounds of the divine imagination by whatever means necessary. Bring fresh insights and visionary imagery back to share.

Repentance- The change of heart and mind that accompanies revelations must now be woven into your life by bringing them to form. Art becomes a vessel of this change of heart and functions as repentance, a way of getting right with the spirit.

yep

...there was that place with red roses and whispering piano keys .pulp. luminous presence unrelenting incandescence in crescent beats of slowly roasted (we are evaporating), condenses . accor. dION according lemon sourlion of quintescence maple syrup in your presence I melt through you, convalescent.

my price is the absence of obtrusive compla sense. lioness den-making cloud rain beat shaker
tooth cloth arrow muse,
danses ghost circles
trepas trepas y miras el desierto, cubierto en un gigante oasis del invierno, contento con todo lo que proyectas en el tiempo. Me alertas cuando piensas que no tomo el momento sujeto .....Faltan muchos bailes de mascaras en esta canoa, enorme y suelta en el medio del mar violento.

que ves
me quitas el aliento

lately

It has been wonderful. I've had the good fortune of meeting and getting to know wonderful people and I truly feel blessed for these experiences that I've been able to partake in. Synchronicity is manifesting itself all the time and I now realize it more than ever and with that realization comes a feeling of peace that I hope will allow me to focus on improving myself and therefore shining light on others as we grow together exponentially in this everchanging electric soup we're part of.

" The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes."
-Marcel Proust

by the way, a gypsy spirit has reminded me of how amazing the movie "Waking Life" is. For all of you hungry souls, this movie has some embedded golden nuggets of wisdom that are worth searching for.

love

agave, your new black dress

freedom is the ultimate expression of truth

keep the covers on

it's bed time, children. Stay warm and comfortable. You won't feel a thing.

expand

stretching the limits of our self imposed boundaries can allow us to become in tune with different vibrations that would otherwise go unnoticed

if you want

to fight the tide you can row out to sea and harpoon a giant neon octopus ...he'll tell you about the shapeshifting transluscent bioluminescent outfit you'll prefer in the distant future's past. There are self hollidays to celebrate.

fountain

i am the fountain that never ends
i am you . you are the fountain that never ends

us them they all

them
we are
us them
them are us
our we are us
them them are us hours
hours are their hours
are us hours are them
all are us are you
all all are you are you all are you
them.

what the fuck happened

I've never seen Gary Meyer more perplexed as when I put this up on the critboard. It all started as smooth as can be but by the time I got to the infamous "crack tower" I just felt compelled to throw some soy sauce on this and let it bake for about 15 minutes. Of course he had no idea about that... and I didnt feel like bringing up ghosts and time travel when I knew the only constructive criticism would be about the formal elements. Damnit I'm hungry. There were times when I really should have seen that MSG eye drop loving bycicle thief. TourdeFrance is a joke for you, milkman!!

ballpoint bubbahpen is mah friend

well... I guess the best I can do by now is to be misunderstood!
Let's take a moment and consider the world through the eyes of a muffin

planetary motion yaaall

everything here is anatomically correct in the 5th dimension

around the world in 5 seconds

this is the only requirement my dear. you have to use your nose! think with your nose!
by the way PERFUME is a demented beautiful film. I highly recommend it to those that listen with their noses

the wheels of time

When I stand up I'm upside down to someone on the other side of the globe and when I arch my back the boxcars align themselves on the tracks laid by white cobras

innercityfever

at some point the hungry lions need to be fed

JSS knows

sketchbook

listen before you speak

the last one was liquified on photoshop...just too much fun

KS VISION

...while she was away in Germany.

Mother Russia

Ironic how I grew up in Cuba,a socialist island, reading russian graphic novels and books for kids translated from Russian to Spanish and my first assignment from a magazine comes from the Russian edition of Esquire. This is Steve Buscemi in "The Rules of Life".

aahhh a new year

man diggity dang e orangutan. so before I go on to rant about god knows what I will upload a couple of images...some are old .. some are new. The first drawing is pretty old...gathering momentum in the confines of my sketchbook. The second one is a fun small piece I did for Amanda. She told me I could whatever all I needed to know was that she's got some Cherokee going on, loves tea and elephants. So this was a treat and usually every time I draw native americans I feel a strange connection and I keep thinking like they're talking to me and saying things that I can't really understand or that perhaps I do understand but it's more of a subconscious thing. The last is some tripped-out ballpoint freakout I had in Alhambra back in the day. It's a drawing of Mary and Jesus after getting bashed in the face with a rock...a dirty self-righteous deed carried out by the Roman soldier on the bottom right. Truth is there are limitless windows into litmitless alternative realities but since we usually follow certain patterns of thinking our perception is limited... which is really really sad. This has been the cause of much frustration over the past couple of years and the only actions I can take that allow me to feel better about this is to dive in and immerse myself in an environment evolving out of the moment. Losing yourself in the work can be problematic, especially with so many distractions all the fucking time. A thousand tiny invisible hands trying to tear my flesh apart, numb my mind and dim my light. I had a great conversation with David about hypocrisy and I still believe that as civilized human beings one of the hardest things to do is not be a hypocrite. All of us deep down inside ourselves know right from wrong, we know what we want yet we fool ourselves constantly by false appearances and are at the mercy of systems designed to create followers. As I type this I'm aware of my own hypocrisy and it makes me upset but not as upset as to feel like tearing all foundations apart...perhaps one day an event will happen that will push me over the edge and I will be completely true to myself. To be true to my innermost enlightened self I would have to give up almost everything that I've learned to value the most... a difficult near impossible thing to do. But that's for the truly brave soul, perhaps one who doesn't believe he/she has anything to lose and all to gain.
I know reality is more complicated than left, right ... black,white ....right or wrong. We view things in simplistic terms. If we were able to use our brains to its full potential perhaps we would be able to visually and conceptually handle the limitless connections of history... the limitless connections of ourselves with each other, our planet and cosmos... perhaps we would be able to handle the vision of seeing someone and literally seeing naked reality manifest itself in front of your eyes... without any filters... you would see something that right now we are just not capable to understand....and we suffer because of this and will continue to suffer until some day we can shed all the baggage that we've accumulated.
We have so much potential... the sad but true thing is to create we must destroy. Destruction and creation are "two sides of the same coin". That's why first as artists we learn how to draw and once a person reaches a certain level of skill in order to evolve that person has to forget all he learns otherwise you may be able to be a great draftsman but that's about it.
There's more to art than just having technical skills. The real deal happens in the mind and how someone psychologically reacts to a work of art. In this journey I am alone and at the same time I'm not because there are others who know this and I've got thousands of years of collective memory to work from. I love you all and I hope you're on the path of self-discovery. Happy 2008!!
-Reinier