Another quick study blocking shadows. I am just repeating what artist Christina Kent does. I think the purpose is to focus more on the contrast between light and shadows, as abstract forms, that suggest the subject; rather then fixating on details, which will allow for more expressive brush strokes, which is my ultimate goal. 
i just mapped the painting on the canvas, and it was so much easier to draw it, now that i’ve been studying the lights and shadows
I am with a group of people. We are playing a game, like a scavenger hunt. We each have a paper with the clues. We are going to different houses. There is a clue, very ambiguous, that each interpret in different ways. We were wondering what the correct answer was. I had some sort of epiphany, that the answer was in how we each interpreted the clue. I didn’t know how to communicate this to others.
I sat in the lobby of one of the houses, to observe everyone arguing about the right answer. The answer was not in what they were saying, but what they were doing and how they were reacting. I was about to solve it, when a music came very loud from inside the house.
Suddenly, I started walking in, trying to find out where the music came from.
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In another dream, I am talking to my sister Dana, through a computer. I can see her, but sometimes when she is talking, something changes. I realized she is using some sort of AI technology, to fix or edit what she is saying. I commented this to someone, and that person made a comment about how people aren’t talking to each other anymore, they are all editing and censoring. I tried to explain that we all do this without computer when we talk, That AI is only making this process faster. But editing and censoring ourselves when we speak is something we all already do. Sometimes we are imprudent or say things we later regret. Then we replay it in our minds what we should have said, or shouldn’t have said, and we adjust ourselves for the next time, almost like a robot reprogramming itself. AI is only speeding this process, correcting and fixing it before it even happens.
I also made a comment that the only way to have a real pure conversation is without words; Using a language that We create right at the moment. Not even AI can’t catch up because the language does not exist. We are all conditioned to think that the only valid way of communicating is with words, yet words are so limited therefore limiting us. Our universe our existence and experience is filled with so many unknowns and complexities there are no words to describe it.
Caminamos por un bosque , digamos el Golden Gate Park- y casi de inmediato, en el momento en que nos sumergimos bajo los árboles, algo en nosotros se aquieta. Nos sentimos bien. Es una experiencia que todos buscamos: estar entre árboles, frente al mar, escalar montañas. Hay algo ahí que nos atrae profundamente.
Pienso que es porque a la naturaleza no le exigimos nada. No le pedimos orden ni esperamos que se comporte de cierta manera. Puede haber hojas marchitas, árboles secos, terrenos áridos, ríos cubiertos de moho, y aun así no nos perturba. No nos molesta. A la naturaleza la aceptamos tal como es, la dejamos actuar libremente, sin condiciones.
Entre nosotros, los humanos, no ocurre lo mismo. No logramos estar en paz porque vivimos exigiendo, esperando ciertos comportamientos, midiendo constantemente. Hemos aprendido a ver la fealdad en nosotros mismos y en los otros: la vejez se vuelve fea, la imperfección se vuelve motivo de juicio. Todo el tiempo estamos evaluando.
De alguna manera, ya ni siquiera nos miramos con honestidad. Nos volvimos paranoicos: nos escondemos, mentimos, sentimos vergüenza cuando alguna parte de nuestra supuesta fealdad física, la que nos hace inseguros, queda expuesta. Nos arreglamos y nos corregimos para encajar, para mantener una falsa armonía entre nosotros. Es exactamente lo contrario de lo que le concedemos a la naturaleza.
Amamos la naturaleza porque no obedece reglas: es libre, impredecible, espontánea, se multiplica y no se repite. Para nosotros, en cambio, ser puro y libre es una condena.
Trabajando en este collage para Don Ricardo. Le voy a llamar: “Un camino de Flores” basado en el sueño que tuve con el.
Hoy alguien subió una foto de él, cuando estaba mucho más joven, quizás mi edad. Senti rarísimo referirme a él como “Don”; pero es lo que lo separa del Hijo. Una clara distinción.
Estoy todavía batallando con el collage, pero creo que ya casi.. ya casi.
Llegue al estudio, un cielo estrellado hermoso. Me quedé contemplando por un rato. Al salir, una luna súper dorada, súper brillante, llena!! Noche maravillosa!
quick sketch de sombras para la nueva pintura. Aprender como moverse más rápidamente, concentrarse menos en los detalles y más en la expresión, en el contraste de luz y sombras.
