If something characteristic of humans is the large dose of irrationality that persists in our, Of course, rational brain. Just stop and meditate on our daily actions, to perceive clearly the certainty of the argument. Why have children? Why do we hold a person indefinitely, with the clear conviction, rational, that time, that ruthless murderer, away with almost anything that moves us from the other now? Why live back to our true vision of life? Why are not satisfied with what we have and we want every day? In most cases based on extraneous issues, why write? Why drink? Why do we love? Why paint ?...................... We are the kings of "why", some of them unexplained in the desert, others in the perpetuation, others in the spotlight and stand out from the rest and others simply to breathe as "breathing x Breathe" is nothing to live. And our life is something more, something unique, which only occurs once ... ... ... ... ... ... in life. Roman "> In spite of this we act guided by the inertia and therefore be made for these irrationalities, as a complement to our rational behavior, as naturally as the rest of our rational actions. This reflection is part This exhibition, whose title has been quite discouraged, while wholeheartedly supported by the patrons of the same emotional, Olga as the woman who inexplicably, accompanies and supports me in all my silly projects, Ana my newest friend and my friend Luigi and absent, disappeared voluntarily, Eduardo. But I had to call it that, PAINT PAINT X, a term that speaks for itself, and put my painting in place; as opposed to painting in capital letters, is the first case of the Italian Renaissance, which I consider a connoisseur and admirer, and in which figures such as Uccello, Masaccio, and Fra Angelico, revolutionized the world of painting. In my case, more modest, I approach what they call, the experts, Abstract Expressionism, that is, the picture is the boss, not the author. Just as in the very complex world of fractal world just discovered, but a mysterious way, in a present where the few remaining mysteries, governs all the structures that make up this troubled planet. So the paint and canvas, and even send in some tables, such as death of the philosopher, dirty rags, only a few love letters, The Color of Music and planets, has primacy over the painter, after the items available, the rest are search for forms found in all structures of nature and in this case, the painter is a mere instrument. For the ultimate in artistic quality, in honesty I always look characterize me, is relative and subjective, will lie only in the spectator's taste, their mental structures and whether it will cause more pleasure, headache, have him look every day. And although they say it tastes nothing about writing absolute falsehood, just go to any bookstore and go through the shelves of art books, which never cease to be a relationship of human tastes throughout history, the personal taste of each you will see something interesting in these paintings or just a blur, that if too developed.
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