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Impotent

Without the possibility to go forward or backwards...

The energy is stuck in a frozen point.

It doesn't flow in any direction.

ANY direction is GOOD as long as it FLOWS.

It takes two energies to flow and move on...

:::Hopefulness of disentanglement:::

:::Willingness of liberation:::

...of what has been contained.

Recuperate what has been left behind.

Completion.

Move on to a different state.

Release.

Pelícano

Old Watercolour

The Beetle in the Eye of the White Bear

An innocent beetle was attracted by the warm light of a white candle, 

during a dark, long, cold, quiet and lonely night...

It flew around in the gloom towards its light, dancing and buzzing, 

aroused by the spark of the serene flaming candle.

With curious gentleness it softly landed in the oily wax, 

dying instantly with a last thought of warmness and naivety.

Its death, wasn't in vain.

Death is change.  

It moved to a different state.

In ancient Egypt the beetle portrays the meaning of Life and Regeneration.

This time, this beetle landed in the eye of the white bear,

whom glows inside a golden light,

warmness behind those beautiful eyes...

Onix

A watercolour...

¡¡¡Hoy es Martes y 13!!!

The summer is gone

Drawing made with soft oils and scratching...

I'm happy...

But I'm missing something yet. 

It's a secret well kept.

I have the feeling that if I say it,

 it will fade away...

Number 92

Drawing watercolour number 92.

Release of a sleepless night. 

My thoughts maintain me awake... and I breath and breath, to go back to myself... 

my exhausted body ignores the blessing warm duvet, slave of the woken mind...

Humming like the cars on the street, through the windows, light finally is back.

Ce que je suis

Animation about a girl who is stalked by a cloud, ...a dark one. Constantly seeking, travelling, experiencing, but the cloud, never leaves her. She finds random beings, characters from a city, whom, from time to time, they bring sunshine for a moment, for meeting again and again, the dark cloud,...

Battles and storms overlaid with small spots of sunshine.   

Underwater portrait

Those bubbles of breath were of my own self 

capturing the reflection from underneath 

within the water stream 

collapsing upwards in movement 

for eventually disappear at contact 

with the air surrounding me...

Movement fades the self into something else.