Lleno de mí, sitiado en mi epidermis por un dios inasible que me ahoga, mentido acaso por su radiante atmósfera de luces que oculta mi conciencia derramada, mis alas rotas en esquirlas de aire, mi torpe andar a tientas por el lodo; lleno de mí —ahíto— me descubro en la imagen atónita del agua, que tan sólo es un tumbo inmarcesible, un desplome de ángeles caídos a la delicia intacta de su peso, que nada tiene sino la cara en blanco hundida a medias ya, como una risa agónica…
March 27, 2011
I love art, and have always wanted to paint, but I think I'm no good drawer, so I have tried to paint with my camera. Abstract photography, like abstract art, capturing shapes, textures, shades, colours, reflections, contrasts, nature's brush strokes. The air, and the water, closeups, let me do that. Here I am, an underwater Picasso playing with a waterproof camera, excited like a child for the pictures that might come, a frogman with my snorkel, the surprised gaze of my grandmother watching as I squeeze mosaics from the water, the light, some objects, some shit!!!
03/11 Bajo el agua serie HR.
A poem from Jose Gorostiza comes to mind (Dead without end):
In this serie I went with my photographer friend Marichelo Alzati www.maphotos.com to a Train Park in Mexico, for a contest in Spain about trains called Roads of Iron. The title I put is part of a prophesy from the Buddha about the buddhist teachings: 'When the iron bird flies, and the horses run on wheels, the Dharma will arrive to the west'. In the last century, the century of trains and airplanes, when the chinese invaded Tibet, Tibetans had to flee and scatter all around the world, thus the buddhas teachings came into the west. As sad as it is, their suffering brought us some unvaluable wisdom. 08/10 Ferrovalle serie HR