COFFEE IS THE PLEASURE ART IS OUR TREASURE
JAS
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I was born and raised in the rain forest. Sheltered by an army of trees, rocked by the wise winds, caressed by the sweet waters of pure gentle rivers. I learned to listen to her as we walked together. She gave me all she had to offer, with just one promise from me; that I would love her and protect her in the same way, as she had loved and protected me.
Nature has a beautiful way of holding our hand to show us her way. The way of harmony, civility, respect, love and simplicity. I believe in us. I believe that we will find a way to repair that which we have hurt, that which we have taken away, if we stop and look to that which unites us all: Our true Nature. We are a very tiny part of a great big world, that belongs to our children and our children's children.
ESSENCE
COFFEE, SAND & PIGMENT OILS
244cm x 163cm
96"x64" inches
The essence of a flower, flying in the wind. The mysterious circle of life, where we find ourselves exhaling and inhaling, as we breathe life in, and in that same moment, we breathe life out, because we are life itself. Our senses awaken by a familiar scent, have the magical power of transcendence. That mystery is one of the beautiful things which still unites us. It is there to keep us humble, by reminding us; where we have come from, in order to show us the way.
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UNA FLOR QUE NACIO ENTRE EL ASFALTO Y EL CEMENTO
COFFEE, SAND & PIGMENT OILS
121m x 161cm
48"x65" inches
Sing to me oh gentle river, sing to me your happy song. Play with me Oh little raindrop, catch me, if you can….I remember my grandfather telling me : ''If you get lost in the forest, follow the river downstream, it will bring you to people and people will bring you to me.''
AQUEOUSE-
THE SONG OF THE WIND
WITH THE SMELL OF RAIN
COFFEE, SAND & OILS
117cm x 163cm
46"x64"
INFINITO
COFFEE, SAND & OIL PIGMENTS ON CANVAS
122cm x 152cm
48"x60"
There are people, occasions, occurrences, that are able to endure the test of time, because they are stronger than time itself. They are not bound by mundane or universal laws. They are free, even in the mist of oppression is precisely, what makes them eternal. For these; time is merely an object in which to travel on.
THE LOUD VOICE OF PLANKTON
COFFEE, SAND & OIL PIGMENTS ON CANVAS
122cm x 137cm
48"x54"
PURA VIDA ART
KIKI PAINTING FLOWERS
41X51CM
16"x20" inches
PURA VIDA ART
ABBY PHOTOGRAPHING
THE SURF
41X51CM
16"x20" inches
"El Cenzontle se pregunta de dónde es. El cielo se abre y la respuesta está en su canto. Uno es los caminos recorridos, Los lugares del amor, El lugar donde ha enterrado su ombligo."
Pruebo a veces a olvidar aquella poesía. Dejo en mi talón lugares con arenas dobles. Yo quise creer que mis recuerdos ya no morderían. Pero quieren Volver!
Otros me contaron cosas que yo no sabía. Fue un bello viaje, nada puedo reprocharles. He vivido siete vidas pares. Con un lápiz dibujé los hemisferios. Pero ahora que soy camino, ya ha llegado el día. De volver donde saben mi nombre. A casa quiero volver...
Eres lejos, otro mundo. Donde el grito y el susurro, de triunfos y desastres. Te pienso y me sacudo. Eres tierra de otro mundo, de corazones puros. De fuego son tus alas. Yo siempre quiero volver. Qué bello es el camino a casa.
Probaré a seguir perfumes, risas y alegrías. Que es lo que valía. Trataré de hallar los ríos que digan mi nombre. Dejaré que tus requintos toquen, melodías de antiguas canciones, puede que si alguien me llama y tiene puntería, algún día, por la puerta de la casa asome. Seguir tu voz tal vez.
CAMINO A CASA