FEELING PRIMITIVE. are we? primitive? .F.E.E.L.I.N.G. .PRIMITIVE. oh. but we are

we are, but we

are. yes. we are. quite, very. indeed, we are:

PRIMITIVE

Gun. Run. And bring my hope back. Some things here and there, that have caught my eye.

INSTALLATIONS.  INDICATIONS, EXPECTATIONS, AND INNOVATIONS. 

Current installation (mexican version) by K. Font, titled "PLEASE COME BACK" 

Materials: Fluorescent tubes, steel mounted on scaffolding frame, and movement detector.

Postmodernism, where do we lie? So much controversy between what is and what is not art. The thing is simple, or at least I consider so. The idea behind a piece is equally or more important than the aesthetic aspect. A beautiful portrait can be easily created now a days, from highly technological programs to a hard working dedicated craftsmanship. So well, don't get me wrong, I am not saying that aesthetic is not important, I validated its historical value. Yet we are in a time in need for social reflection than a pretty image that makes the viewer feel better. In a time that urges for change, a time that needs awakening.

Title: El desgaste de la Clase Media en México by César Martínez (México, 1962). This installation was one of my favorite pieces when I went to MUAC some months ago.  Beyond being innovative, made out of a hair dryer, a plastic tube, transparent strings, a timer, and a plastic sculpture, it captures an expression of disillusion and discomfort. As soon as my eyes met the art piece I was captivated by it. I saw it as a metaphor of what the title says, the wear off  of the middle class in Mexico. Air building it up, air being false and temporale illusions and hopes, and then falls down, airless. Once again it inflates, it is a cycle, just as I can see it happening in Mexico. People build up hopes, dream for a better future, but from political leaders to the enforcement of the law to the soccer team loosing against Uruguay, this hopes vanish, leaving mexicans in suffering and always in search for the most minimal escape.

GUNS AND NUNS. NUNS AND GUNS. photo from one of my sketchbooks when I was looking at both nuns and the guns.

When I found this image of the nuns holding rifles, and then read the article by which the photograph was accompanied it called my attention. A dominical church ceremony had called upon those who owned guns to take them to church for a responsable weapon day. Although the intention is good, promoting gun safety, it is no coherent for such a violent symbol,as a gun, to be invited into the 'house of god'...

I hate guns. Created to de-create. A coward defense, guns guns guns. So why not take such a horrid object and turn it around. For a painting I created, I decided to take this idea of a nun holding a gun, but rather than having a negative connotation, making my approach positive. A gun as a metaphor for faith, for salvation, and improvement... Although I made my approach positive I can't deny that my reflection of this image reminds me of current events, the catholic institution being in complete chaos, with all the pedrastry cases.

moi in a can....LIFE THIRST

Playing around with PhotoShop,,,,,how weird, i hate that program (just being a little sarcastic). Getting in to the wonderful world of PS and experimenting with the distinct outcomes of an image. Here I got a simple white soda can and placed a photograph of moi-self in it. I am thirsty..... quite thirsty I would say. THIRSTY For LIFE... so much to do, so much to see, so much to learn, to taste, to hear.......... for good or bad, the fortune is that life can't be bought in a can, you have to go out and live it, make the best of it. It is funny how in today's world, the "falatic" idea that is present in advertisements they try to sell a product through selling the idea of happiness of a life style. That does not come in any type of tetra pack nor can be find in any departmental store. It just is.