A journey to the deepest part of my being.
A path full of light and darkness.
An internal battle seeking to accept my shadow.
This is just a sample of a whole path to the most intimate part of my mind, body and essence.
Welcome to the real me
To a metamorphosis of my affliction.
Transforming the Wound
Inhabiting Death
I found myself facing a decision that I knew was coming at any moment.
Having to touch on a subject that I had tried to ignore in the past, I simply chose to camouflage my pain with a mask full of smiles and joy.
I didn't want to look back and remember her death, both her absence and the last image I had in my mind hurt my heart endlessly but it was inevitable to ignore the present, that is why here I simply show the reflection of that absence that left my life marked forever.
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The death of my beautiful mother
We are beings who take refuge in appearances so as not to show our true SELF, or simply to not see ourselves vulnerable to a society hungry to destroy you.
There lies my reflection, if you take off my mask you will only find an unbearable pain, a loneliness that asks you all the questions
nights if you want to continue with this absurd life, go ahead.
Work: Ode to falsehood
Work: Ode to falsehood.
Year: 2020. Technique: Nib and India ink.
Measurements: 22 cm x 28 cm
Work: Inevitable Melancholy
Does anyone care what happens to you? Would anyone care if you disappeared from this world? I thought a thousand times and blamed this life for having taken my Mother from me, for having taken away my only support, my inspiration.
Oh! inevitable melancholy so cold and so pure
oh! inevitable death
Between every memory of her pale face I would like to give her my life in exchange for hers ...
Work: Inevitable Melancholy.
Year: 2020. Technique: Nib and India ink.
Measurements: 22 cm x 28 cm
Work: The last kiss
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Fue el último adiós...
Sin darme cuenta, mientras mis labios tocaban su frente me estaba despidiendo del ser que me dio la vida...
Sin darme cuenta, esta iba a ser la última imagen con vida que tendría en mi cabeza...
Fue la última caricia que le entregué, fue mi última conexión con ella...
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Work: The last kiss
Year: 2020. Technique: Nib and India ink.
Measurements: 22 cm x 28 cm
Work: A Catharsis with Ink
A tribute to death and melancholy.
It is my catharsis through which I can vent my soul.
My art is the means to begin to understand this emptiness that I feel,
This wound that hurts and doesn't stop bleeding...
It's my catharsis of memories...
Work: A catharsis with ink.
Year: 2020. Technique: Pen, Chinese ink and watercolor
Measurements: 50 cm x 70 cm
Video Process Work A catharsis with ink