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It more and more gets passionate to me and with stronger force  to contemplate nature, to see in it not only the energy that emanates itself, but to feel the other that maintains it and that continuously is devouring it,  forcing it to states movement and transformation.

 

It surprise me how everything and all we go prophetically and in a totally determined way being swallowed by that immovable motor that as gravitational mass does not leave to anything or to anybody outside its reach. It is thus and thanks that during this lapse (which we called " existence") every moment, every minute, every day, year, experience, person, thing  either lives or inert, invade us, it means us, it prints us so deep in a  such form that in the end we can observe in ourselves how all this becomes a kind of alive codex, in a DNA of corporal memory.

 

I do not know if all this extends or when we stop existing simply it vanishes and it returns to which it was at the beginning - nothing,  just nothing -; It is not what tortures neither my mind nor my soul. The unique real and convincing constant is that as avalanche the moments that still demands us to exist come above of us and each of them is snatched to us at the moment that falls the following one, that’s how we lived and how we died simultaneously although we did not notice but until the effects become evident of the wearing down.  In fact that is which we called DEATH or its prelude, but the fact and its phenomenology are by far majors to which initially we put ourselves as study matter.

 

     
   

 

  The present work that I am realising and I wait for outlet in which will be my following vertex point of the professional development is this series to which I have decided to call MICTLANTECUTI amehuatzin hueinitla (GOD OF DEADS - gentleman of the movement).

 

The life, the death, the force that power the continuous transformation, that erodes the one transforming it into the other, the magnet that attracts it and gives it energy to all the natural one causing that continuous vibration that generates the cosmos, is about who I want to speak, this talk is just beginning and in this case I take  like pretext, or I begin to  retaking of the Mesoamerican culture its form to conceive with great respect and value of this force or GOD of the world of the darkness or the stranger

 

 

      In a space of around 80  square mts., at 2.440 altitude meters of the level sea; in the plateau that forms between the mountain ranges that cross of north to the south the country, work in company of two artists, I´m working in my most recent  production.

 

Work with ceramic professionally imposes a series of technical challenges (knowledge of the material, or rather of the different and diverse materials from which is called " cerámica" , the different processes forms, from handling of the same material, e.t.c), as of design. Understand the material own speech and semiotics,  and to add my own components to him to form symphonies with the volume has been a great experience.

 

I invite you to go with me in this new stretch of work that occupies to me.

 

 
               
   

NOTES OF NIGHT WRITER

 
   

 

LITTLE HISTORIES

          

         All

            all of they are

            small histories

 

     around follows the same

but here inside

one cries, suffer

 ¡You become waterfall of weeping!

you rain, rain

     and rain

 

               … and it seems that you stop

        only you, pause slowly

 time arrives where

you don’t know if the rest continus

               or if it is gone

 

of your loneliness, you would want to flee

 but its chains and irons

are unconquerable

 

 … ha

      … ha!

     ....          ha

 

 … be one it is sometimes

         Very,  very sad

 

HEARTRENDING!

 

feb 2010

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