Starry Night - the journey of a silver blue meteorite

The hogman might well be a demon or an angel, alternative name sugestions welcome...

There is no such thing as time nowadays, and under the eye of the "hogman" (2009 driftwood and paint) we perceive the gaps between the 33 stone bricks, the eclipsed eye of the hogman looks at the stars, the constellation of Scorpio is under the era of Pisces, and as such, it now shows no valency, as its eye is now scared of looking at the mortar desintegrating, the structure is only as good as the mortar that holds it togheter, the water will fill any gap.

The balance of the ruler of Pisces is in perfect equilibrium, gentle and strong, the real strenght of a determined cycle of wonder, great things arise from the water.

Freedom is the gift of Pisces, the ruler of the water (life), ever present, part of every being. As the structure colapses, the great gift of Salvation (2009 driftwood, patine) is bestowed upon the lambs, the temple falls, and its wall are now divided stones, each taking its own direction, liquid like water.

last two sculptures 12/2009 and 04/2009

the story goes on...

Secret Places Of The Heart - not by H G Wells

So nearly on another story, as I prepare myself to paint once more, a most painful and wonderful surrealism inspired by a secret dream, I have decided to pause and go back to 2 years after I produced the previous works on ceramic. Instead of explaining things directly, I took this approach, as the conclusion approaches, bear with us.


So what happened since then you wonder?

Well my friend its quite simple: then you saw me, now you don't.
Wondering and wandering in the same instance.

There is no reason for this, nothing personal or particular, its one of those things you will understand if you just calm down and reflect.

You have to close your eyes tough, you see, its larger than the life you can perceive, and exponentially to that, it really is large as life itself, you have to close your eyes to really see it. This is not an exercise.

I am still there where you can really see clearly, in that secret space, you cannot ask questions, just listen to the answers if you speak you will be entertained by the sound of your question and fail to listen to the answer that is whispered as you speak, understand that there are not two sides to that coin, no question about that.

Is it free and wishes to abide there...


Or simply does not have a choice...



If you must know its about a meteorite,
a falling star I caught still hot, white and blue
with a delicate crystal and very light burn marks
in the white clay rock, the blue is metallic...



To S.

If time is a Serpent jAHBULON is a fake - Designs make a Designer

A very nice person this week made a few questions about this Blog that made me think about a few things, so I found myself going through some old stuff.

One can be born an artist, but never a designer, while art is purely made of human sensibility, design is made of planning. In a true sense, any individual that like myself spent most of his/hers teens and adulthood making and executing projects, is a designer even if none of them is even art/design related.

Ok somebody that is likely to read this post once argued that an individual with that sort of skill is an engineer, and that same person pointed that somebody like me, with credentials in all three, art, design and engineering is possibly the last person to have an answer to that one,well I dont even have a reply to that affirmation of that fellow engineer.

Somebody else called me a marketeer, possibly an advertiser, and pointed that this design Blog has hardly any visuals, and questioned me about the reason why I protect my work so fiercely - I will answer that one again in a different time (read the bloody archived posts in the meanwhile).

So I thought about it and reminisced about things, mainly about my personal changes, from art to design and multimedia, and today finding some old pictures, decided to add some visuals to this Blog. The reason being my considerations about changing direction, a process detailed in this Blog superficially along the last two months or so.

These following ceramic works were produced in 2000, the last time I had any sort of art mentor, today a very famous artist, that still sends an Xmas card every year, this guy totally fell out with me once I decide to pursue my studies abroad, and changing direction one step further from arts, in a sense I feel quite apologetic about disappointing such a great master and teacher but life goes on.

Until 2000, I really didn't have any intention of producing any ceramics, but under my at the time mentor, I decided to give it a try, needlessly to say they would be very experimental ceramic tiles, that was the engineer in me.

The reliefs in these tiles are made of several types of glass, that me and my art teacher would hunt for in the night, they include car glass, bottle glass, several perfume bottles, and traffic light glass (don't ask how we managed to get this last type LOL). The result was my experiment of using several types of glass in the production of high temperature glass tiles. Due to the composition of the different types of glass, mainly the windshield glass,several other materials like plastic were present... which resulted in toxic fumes when opening the kiln after baking, and a very angry kiln operator and a formal written complaint...

So I am contemplating changes, and good memories of a once teenage artist that I hardly identify myself with presently. Transitions are necessary, life itself ceases once they cease, and of these change, good memories. And old gentleman that happens to be one of the greatest friends I ever had defines it:

"Bad things need not to be reminded, they are past, good memories are always present within us"

Enjoy theses works based on great memories, and think of the song "A whither shade of pale" by Procul Harum, it was playing on the radio as we read the formal complaint...

Design Forensics-how to dissect art and life

Maybe I am quite bitter about things, maybe I simply had enough of the world of arts and design, maybe I will never do the 40 phone calls about the big project I have worked on for some good 2 months, maybe I dont want to talk about it, maybe I am reluctant about speaking with a few people that occupied my mind for a couple of years in these freelance projects, or maybe I am getting it all wrong, maybe I just dont care any more, maybe I just moved on without reflecting any further.

The market of design and art has never been as difficult and challenging, this thing always excited me, but now I am just looking at the next step, more than success, I am looking at closure.

As I prepare a "bombilla" of Yerba Mate my favorite tea after Guayusa, much more potent than coffee, and much healthier, my favorite "creative" drink (that I discovered when I studied design in Leicester), I reflect on my path. It has been a great journey of discovery, somehow all of it on my own, sadly without any opinions from those that were part of my early artistic exploration, back in my teens.

I guess that walking ones own path of learning is not really an option, a comment by my friend "MadMax" about the movie "Vanishing Point" trigered in me this reflection, indeed the V8 (Dodge Challenger 1970) cannot stop, going through the ultimate barriers is not an option for people like us, alike Kowalski.

In geometry, for a designer (I define as a designer an individual with "designs" as in projects ideas etc...) the vanishing point in perspective wise, the conclusion and destiny, the point behyond which one cannot see, but at the same time the point one must reach.

What is behind the barrier is not predictable, and the time is to drive through it, as Max pointed, if one is to be stopped by a barrier, let it be when is on full speed overcoming it. One just never knows whats on the other side...







To MadMax