I was not there. I sent my paintings over. They were framed there and this is the opening.
Archive for January, 2026
394. Solo show in Brazil
Published January 19, 2026 making art 2 CommentsTags: opening, Solo exhibition
393. The filter
Published January 19, 2026 energy , evolving , healing , identification , Infinite space , Inner light , Intuition , letting go , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , The world of thoughts , Truth Leave a CommentTags: arrive, artmaking, cold, landscape, leaves, longing, obstructions, pain, practice, rain, relentless, trees
This time I won’t write a poem, but a description .
At first, when I drew, I thought that the lines represented the pain that I experienced, Relentless and continuous.
Then they looked like rain.
And in the end they started to look like trees without leaves, shivering in the cold.
Behind the lines there is a landscape.
The lines are like a filter that you have to pass, if you want to go beyond. You can get caught in the filter and you will suffer pain, rain, cold and longing for leaves.
But you can also pass gently, carefully, sensitively, through the spaces between the lines, and then you will find yourself in the place where it is beautiful.
This, in a way, is the essence of spiritual practice.
You can’t eliminate all the obstructions in your personal filter. Usually there are too many of them. But you can teach yourself how to pass in the spaces among them, to arrive at where there is beauty, love, playfulness and joy. The air from the landscape is already here.
And when your practice is through making art, you are already half way there.
392. Dream
Published January 12, 2026 dream , evolving , healing , identification , Infinite space , Inner light , Intuition , letting go , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , Truth Leave a CommentTags: dream, dreaming, mountain, rocks, to be
It used to be a mountain
Full of rocks
And now it is a dream
That dreams itself
To be.
391. To the sun
Published January 12, 2026 evolving , healing , Infinite space , Inner light , Intuition , letting go , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , Truth Leave a CommentTags: breathless, cloud, fields, leap, lost my name, omen, rhythmicaly, running, sky, sun, welcome, wonder
The poem describes a trip from left to right in the picture.
I am running rhythmically
Down a tree covered hill
Becoming breathless suddenly
As I see the omen in the air.
The landscape sends me
Through the fields
Toward a tree that welcomes me
Into a spot
from which I’ll have to leap
Across the empty sky
To meet the sun
That hides behind a cloud.
And I wonder:
How will I make the leap
after having lost my name?
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