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I want to thank this year that gave me so many precious things....

I THANK my dear friend Lety and all her wonderful family: Doris, Bob, Guillermo and Manuel because they invited us, me and my son Luis to have Xmas with them and we did feel sooo at home! It was a fantastic Christmas and I got to know wonderful people as Mara, Ashley, Alma, Waldo, Mauricio.... Thank YOU Tisha!

The most beautiful day of your life … sometimes when it turns up, you don’t know that it is the most beautiful day of your life. You wake up one morning as usual, go to the bathroom and do all the things you use to do in other days. It could even happen that you are on delay and that you go out in a hurry and a lace is broken, like it happened to me today, and you curse and you don’t imagine that this one will be the most beautiful day of your life. Did you ever ask yourself, which one was the most beautiful day of your life? Maybe it was not the one you were expecting. Your wedding day, your degree and all those dates full with expectations. It appears out of the blue, whenever you less expects it. The most beautiful day of your life … sometimes you discover it after it was the most beautiful day of your life, because as long as you are living it you don’t recognize that it is happening. You reconstruct it later. Maybe you get to know a person that in that instance doesn’t tell...

We are definitively what we eat. I like very much to cook and most times I eat a mediterranean diet. But yesterday my day was disorganized, I drank 5 cups of coffee (after 2 months of no coffee at all) and I could not cook so I decided to buy junk food: hamburger, coke, chips... My body is now very sensible, so during the night I could feel a kind of pain in my bones, as if they were loosing calcium, but the worse was today during my yoga practice. My yoga class was ashtanga, that is an aerobic kind of yoga... I did feel the chaos that junk food and too much coffee have done to my body. I was without breath and at half class I couldn't continue doing the warrior poses, because my blood pressure was too low. Junk food makes your body turn to junk too... I know this blog is about painting, I was very stressed because now I am not able to paint... now I decided to be more relaxed. I am flirting with painting and without pressure painting will come back to me, sooner or later... So...

“Painting” is a very possessive lover. “He” doesn’t allow you to leave him for a long period of time. I you dare to do that then you have to suffer in order that he comes back to you. That has happened to me. After Ireland I stop painting and I strove all my being in trying to be there or at least very near… Luis believed in that dream and the dream came truth. We have got the residence in England. Luis is already there, me and the kids will reach him in 8 months… 8 Months! That seems so much for me. It seems so much because I feel lonely… I thought I would never ever feel lonely because I have my painting. That’s the problem, I abandon painting for a while and now I am struggling in order that “he” comes back to me. I keep doing “painting things”: drawing, canvas preparation, impasto, etc. It is like loosing a lover and trying to flirt and seduce him in order that he comes back. Darth told me that loneliness is dangerous because it attracts bad memories. She is right.

He flied today to London... I am very happy and at the same time very blue..............

The picture I am posting here belongs to the Modern Tate. The crash is a work of art by Dora Salcedo (Colombian) and it intervenes directly in the fabric of the huge Turbine Hall. I was there 5 months ago and I cannot imagine the impact that this chasm should bring on to Tate visitors. LA told me that the feeling of that immense hall fractured opens many questions... Is it a crash of modernity? A crash of Art?

In my last post I wrote I have made the painting in less than an hour... For me it was LESS THAN AN HOUR! Everything was so smooth, and in a blink the painting was there. But time makes us tricks many times... maybe many hours have passed... but I didn't feel them, time is strange regarding paintings and art. Quantum Physics??? I remember when I was a teenager and I saw for the very first time Michelangelo's David in Florence, I was there for hours, standing there, paralized by emotion...for me I was there only a few minutes, but later I knew I was not, because my mother was yelling at me that she was already in the hotel and when she noticed I wasn't with my friends there she had to pick up a taxi back to the David and I was still there after so many hours! That was the first time I suffered from the Stendhal Syndrom... Therefore I wanted to post now this image. It is an image I love. It is from Ponte Buriano and was made by an Italian photographer: R. Tosato and his...

I received an email where my gallerist in Kilkenny wrote me that "Ether" was sold to a woman in Dublin... This is the first time that I was not very happy, there are some paintings that are very special for me, like April 6, but in this case the painting was acquired by a very good friend of mine and I do enjoy that she owns it. Deep in me I had the illusion that Ether was going back to me, I wanted to show it in Kilkenny because I do love that painting, it was one of those paintings that was made in very little time (less than an hour), it just flowed out of me and at the end I was surprised to look at it, as if somebody else has painted it instead of me... but it was also a part of me and it was strange looking at it... Well, the painting will be in Dublin, a city that I love, a city where part of me comes from.... maybe it is good that ETHER is now in Dublin, maybe it is the best place for it... I have therefore changed my homepage... Ether is the gate to open it....

When I was in Dublin I visited Francis Bacon's studio. Here I am posting the pics, it is so a chaotic place. Bacon said he needed chaos in order to create... when I finish a painting my studio is a chaos but I cannot start another painting unless I tide up everything, the less I see around the better, I wonder how did he manage to paint in a place like that?

When I was in Ireland I was rapt by the landscape...I have bought a full set of watercolors and drawing blocks because I wanted to catch in paper the deep emotions of ecstasy I was experiencing, but I didn't succeed because always when I was going to start a painting it started to RAIN :( So... now that I am back in Mexico I have started again with my human landscapes... and I now realize that what I like most in the world is to grasp the sensuality of a feminine body, to seize the most primitive roots of my inner being...

When I was very young I had a singular experience. I was traveling through train between two German Cities when a very good-looking man sit in the same cabinet I was. After some minutes we started a conversation, it was so charming and smooth that we were curious to ask more about each other, but then we realize that the chat was in fact so intimate, so passionate and free due to the fact that we were indeed strangers, so we decided to continue the talk without knowing nothing about each other. That incredible and deep charm resided precisely on the unknown. After 3 hours the train arrived to its destination, he was eager to know more details about me, but I decided to leave it to casual… We never met again, but I remember those 3 hours as one of the most erotic moments I have experienced in my life although we don’t really even touch each other. 9 Years ago I had another singular experience…. Although this one was not at all an erotic one, it was about friendship ... yes, friendshi...

Dublin was the cherry on the cake :) Once I have heard that Ireland was a Mediterranean Island that has out of the blue shifted to the North.... I agree with that! I am sooo proud of my Irish blood :))))))) Next year I will be back....

Ireland is a magic place. It is impossible not to feel the urge of paint here. The landscapes, the colors...but above all the Irish Sky. I am used to live in a FLAT sky, so...being out of the blue in a place where the sky is really 3D was overwhelming for me, the sky is a living being, it moves, it transforms, it has depth, it talks to me... I have bought a full set of brushes and watercolors...unfortunately the rain didn't allow me to paint at all .... so I will have to come back next year :) but I ought to do some sky painting!

Kilkenny is a fairy tale city... I am transported to another time when I walk through those alleys full of history: Jacobean constructions, medieval bridges, castles, flowers on the Nore River. The festival started yesterday, one of my paintings was sold a day before the festival started, and yesterday 3 more paintings were sold. The Gallery is tiny, as a medieval city all the streets are narrow and twisted. I love to see my paintings at the window gallery.

I am posting here the invitation to my exhibition in Ireland and 2 of the paintings I will show there.

I was invited to show my work at Kilkenny Arts Festival. Once the capital of Ireland, Kilkenny the "Medieval City" is famous for a strong tradition in crafts including Kilkenny beer, Kilkenny black marble and hurling. Standing on the River Nore, there are numerous sites of historical and architectural interest including its magnificent picturesque castle in the heart of the city. Kilkenny hosts a number of festivals including the world famous Kilkenny Arts Festival each August where I will show my paintings.