Painting…

​Another 5 hours of painting! I feel like I finally found the way! 

Will leave it until Monday- some of the oil will be dried, and will be able to paint over it. 

is ok!

​this beautiful magical spell of a sunny day, the last days of another April-charged with wild experiences inside the corridors of hospitals. inside Juan Carlos. heart’s vessels, an encounter with his umbilical cord and his penis. An array of emotions and long nights no sleeping. Today is a beautiful afternoon and is all ok, all very ok! 

Todas las versiones de una misma presencia

Primero, un desconocido.

Después, alguien sumamente inteligente,
lector incansable, interesante

su alma, bondad y belleza brillando en sus ojos

A veces, un poco serio
un profesor, un científico.

A veces, un poco poeta y soñador.

A veces, un niño curioso y juguetón

A veces, un ser de otro planeta

Un misterio 

Y luego están todas las otras versiones
que habitan en mi cabeza,
como espejos infinitos
de una misma presencia.

Painted and painted- progress?

Finished work, went to the gym, cooked, and then spent the next five hours painting. I was determined and inspired.

Yet this morning, I look at the painting and feel as if no progress was made at all. 

I am so familiar with this moment in the process, here is when I get frustrated, overwhelmed, and burned out and feel like giving up. 

This right here is the moment when I must push and continue, because the Magic happens when instead of giving up, I keep going! There is no hurry, no other pressure than my own. 

( I see so many errors now that need fixing! aaaah...windows are not aligned, the awning looks weird... need to work on my brush stroke)

Is going to take a lifetime to get to where I want to get with this technique. According to Doug and ChatGPT this painting is almost done. I disagree, I feel I have still lots to do, improve, fix. 

I’m so exhausted! my body hurts. I brought my laptop to bed. I don’t have any unnecessary meetings today, so it’s okay to work from here. 

I want to spend a few more hours painting tonight.

Sueños

​Que estoy mirando a las chicas jugar un juego de cartas. 

Hay un tablero y cada quien tiene que poner un determinado número de cartas en cada casilla. 

En eso noto que Karime está poniendo muy pocas y que es probable que vaya a perder el juego. 

Le trato de ayudar, pero no puedo. 

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En otro sueño alguien me está preguntando o cuestionando, porque es necesario que los chefs, se tarden tanto en decorar un platillo, cuando va a ser destruido, digerido y eliminado en un inodoro. 

Veo como un cartoon de alguien que hace presentaciones eso. 

Cual es el punto de pasar horas y horas perfeccionando por unos instantes de placer? 

Aquí voy…

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All I ever wanted...

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Just overheard this song as a car drove by, and my heart sank. It took me back to 2000, to a sunny day like today, in downtown San Francisco, when I felt like I could fall in love at any moment and, at the same time, be hurt very badly.

Love would always be ruined by words, rules, dogmas, and social nuances, no need to get it defined, explained, classified...words can only do harm.