The human condition offers a wide spectrum of emotions and feelings. Dormant within our bodies, absorbed and filtered by our senses, and reconstructed by our minds we carry the ability to experience being alive. From my point of view, the job of an artist is to evoke what already exists inside. In my case I want to make you aware that life is mostly a lost game, we are breaking up at all times, from the moment we are born and well beyond the moment we die. Do not call me a pessimist, because I am not. I just celebrate life and death and my metaphor is the fracture.
Classic greek philosophers agree that the purpose of existence is the search of happiness. If that assumption of the purpose is truth it implies that you and I live in a constant state of angst for change. Which in my experience is not too far away from truth. My theme, comes from observing my thoughts after profound life events and moments with important people in it. Sometimes miracles and some others a curse, these events shape who I am.
Born to be wounded. Oh so human. And in the mind, defense mechanisms: the masks are shaped. The heartbreak, the mind-break, the grieve and the mourn. Like a vicious cycle. Encaged in skin, flesh and bone. Prisoners of the body. Until we loose it.
“The closure” is a psychological self portrait, a moment in my life representing the voice of my mother. This image is inspired from a conversation I had with my mother while she was recovering from a delicate surgery at Stanford Hospital three months ago. Her words illustrate a profound perspective about existence and perception, although my mother did not complete elementary school, she was an extremely intelligent person, not afraid to have intense philosophical conversations about reality, perception and the universe. “Time is absolutely nothing, we are merely a reflexion of an image that exists in our memories.” five minutes later, and with me as a witness, she has a massive stroke that ultimately ends her life.
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