DESERT WATER DREAMS
During the late 80s and 90s I was very influenced by my Spanish roots and at times my fathers anarchist believes. During this time I wondered How far are we willing to be controled by our own creation. Do we choose to be a victim or play on this earthly realm how we decide. The windows are right there for us to go through at any time.
Bull fighting thru dimensions
This piece was created while I was living in Bicester, England. This series with the butterflies began when a sole monarch butterfly flew into my artroom during a period that I had no inspiration to create. It stopped flying on the window sill and died there. I wondered how long its journey must have been, and thanked it. I began to start painting again. To this day I still have a single wing from it as a reminder.
We are born, mature, bring life then, become elders then into the void we go. Sometimes repeating these cycles. The reflection of self is impermanent and fleeting.
Innocence born through the Birth of a Child
Till Death shall we Part at Land's End
Land's End is the place that inspired this image. Locals over 30 years ago had shared stories of lovers throwing themselves to their death together. It was also a tribute to Dali's passing.
Metamorphosis of the Soul
This is the third part of a tryptic. Even though she appears to be free she's clothed in a red veil which can also appear as a bullfighters cape. A fragile soul yet ready to let go. I noticed cords also were part of these pieces during this period. Looking back it's interesting to see how I painted them fading away into air.Which I now know to be attachments and the breaking down the of falsehood of reality.
Metamorphosis of the Soul
The fireceness of the ego sometimes refuses to let go. Yet itself is breaking apart at the subconscious state. Transformation at its best. There is much more to this, however, allowing the viewer to find their own connection is important.
Metamorphisis of the Soul
This piece was created a little later. My three children came at a time where my chains of reality broke. Though part of me, they play their own play.
Rebirth of a Woman
Rebirth of a Woman - Journey
rebirth of a Woman - Ascension
Bright faiths thru Desert Hearts
This is a very personal piece which I will not get into. However, This was a time when I was understanding spirituality. Raised as an atheist religion was always a challenge. However, finding god within was easier than I thought, when I stopped searching outwardly within religious constitution.
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