P.D. Newman is an independent researcher located in the southern US, specializing in the history of the use of entheogenic substances in religious rituals and initiatory rites. He is the author of the books, Alchemically Stoned: The Psychedelic Secret of Freemasonry, Angels in Vermilion: The Philosophers’ Stone from Dee to DMT, and the forthcoming title, Day Trips and Night Flights: Anabasis, Katabasis, and Entheogenic Ekstasis in Myth and Rite. The Secret Teachings of All Ages (TV Series documentary) 2023
How would you describe your painting process and your associative relationship between concepts, events, or mental states of the subconscious? Is there a link between self-hypnosis and inspiration?
Artists, writers, and poets such as Garcia Lorca, Roberto Matta, Henri Michaux, and even Anais Nin have inspired me to paint. Language, for me, comes first, but the visual can support the verbal. I paint as if I’m composing poetry.
Automatism or improvisation is the starting point – bebop – but I’ve realized that the contours of a, often dismembered and re-stitched, female body appears repetitively in my mind’s eye: think Mary Shelly. This flickering of fragmented body parts leaves deposits on the canvas/my mind. There’s something about the human body that truly fascinates me. This fascination isn’t deliberate, and it’s also strange because I’m more cerebral than a physical person: in my view, the body exists only in the mind. This also solves, at least for me, the century-old dualism: the body-mind split. Or, as William Blake said: “the body is a portion of the soul.”
Man is a machine, and a woman is a sublime machine. If you compare the human and the animal body, the human body is clearly synthetic and artificial. It blurs the boundaries between what’s considered natural and what’s considered artificial. I find that thrilling. There’s nothing natural about us humans. We aren’t becoming robots or cyborgs, we already are. We can’t rely on our instincts anymore as non-synthetic creatures can. There are vehicles in the making that’ll be able to reproduce themselves with whatever material they can find on Mars.
How’s that different from us? You could say that humans think and feel, but do we really? Aren’t we just parroting the words, stories, and belief systems that we’ve been fed? When was the last time you heard a new idea? Something you hadn’t heard before, something that stimulated an innovative thought. We’re the protein by-product of language. Perhaps when there’s trance, a moment of silence, or jazz, an intelligent intuition can unfold in the nerve domain. Painting or poetry can help it develop, transmit and circulate. Possibly it can be fertilized by critical reading or meditation.
Is painting a technique that represents a body disconnected from words? a sort of ‘transmuting neurology’
Transmuting neurology, I love this phrasing. Probably our neurology is in constant a state of desire for perpetual transmutation, but the culture must allow for it. Studying the history of painting, I was excited to learn that the Impressionists had “discovered” different shades in snow, something that nobody had “seen” before them. Isn’t that intriguing? I guess they contributed to an alteration of the general perception and experience of what’s “white.” They are also depicted as the very first in the history of Western painting of social situations such as people dancing or swimming. Nobody had done that before them. That’s why the establishment was so scandalized.
Of course, it didn’t help that the women they painted often were what today we’d call sex workers. Can you imagine that in the second part of the 19th century? Later with expressionism and surrealism, painters gave expression to the ebb and flow of what’s inside the mind’s eye. An interesting artist is Francis Bacon. He claimed that he depicted people as they “really” are. Perhaps some of us are polished yet monstrous or disfigured? Or even, maybe the human condition is one of perpetual disfigurement? Whether we can see without words is something I keep on mulling over. I feel tempted to believe that as humans we need some sort of narrative or linguistic frame of intelligibility to see things. Perhaps we can only perceive objects contextually. Painters should be called pioneers or even anarchists of perception.
Can you elaborate on how language shapes us by a Languaged body, cultured intuition by sound, and language as a living intelligence?
I’d like to emphasize that I constantly toy with intuitions and ideas, not with truths. The truth for me often is a reductionist and particularly violent concept. Think of all the wars that have been fought over some sort of revelatory divine truth, or in later centuries, the so-called scientific truth. The Nazis had their ideology backed up by scientists’ assertion that theirs was the most evolved race (so-called Social Darwinism), and that certain other races were particularly parasitic and had to be exterminated the same way as rats or cockroaches. So, circling back to the central ideas informing my practices such as the “languaged body” which is a neologism, and the idea that language is a living intelligence, I don’t consider them to be truths. These are frames of intelligibility that have grown under my skin over the years of study, reflection, practice, and meditation. I have no problem admitting that these concepts are nothing more than my obsessions. I’m not a missionary.
I see language as something external to human beings, possibly an organism. In the process of language learning, humans are inserted into this external thing we frivolously call language. There are linguists in Switzerland who’ve developed a theory in which language is a symbiont. So not necessarily a virus as William S Burroughs famously claimed, or that it can turn parasitic in case of psychosis as French psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan suggested. I see our brain + nervous system as a receptor-like radio, tv, or computer, capable of receiving signals and building narrative. In some way, it’s a form of telepathy. By producing sounds, we invoke a whole shared world that has been forged across thousands of generations. Also, we invest our lifeworld, including our bodies, with words, with a story. If our bodies weren’t invested with language, we’d constantly experience ourselves and others as walking talking meat, protein bags, or water bags on legs. When we buy meat at the butcher’s or supermarket, we don’t think of that red stuff as chopped-up dead animal cadavers. We say it’s a New York strip or whatever. Something similar is going on with our bodies. We have names.
This name is somehow “written” on our skin, on our face. I’ve never met anyone without a name, though I’m curious how that’d be. When we feel attracted to someone, we don’t think “that’s a tasty animal.” Some of us might, however. A whole story about someone is activated within us when we fall in love, a concept of what a human being is, of what beauty is, etc. while we all know that a few millimeters under the skin there’s blood and a skull. But who, except a cannibal or a serial killer, thinks about that? The way language has contextualized humans prevents us from seeing the meatiness of a person. But this experience isn’t fixed. There are cultures in which not everyone has human status. Think of the Dalits in India. In Central Africa the so-called pygmy is being hunted and eaten, most probably because their appearance doesn’t conform to the hunter’s concept of what constitutes a human. It’s also interesting to read the private diaries of people who worked in concentration camps, and how they thought about the people they helped butcher or exterminate. Some agreed that Jews, homosexuals, communists, etc. had to be put to death, but they felt it should happen in a kinder way, pretty much how some activists think about animal rights in our era.
Language protects us by feeding us optical illusions. As humans, we’re trapped in a theater of distorted thoughts. It’s as if we need to drive on a busy freeway wearing glasses deforming everything coming our way. All this is extremely disorienting and frightening. I think maybe that’s why there’re so many ideologies and why religion is such a sensitive matter. These “grand narratives” offer the illusion of certainty and direction: how one should lead one’s life, where one should be headed, and where to invest one’s life force. The artist, I think, has been for whatever reason cast out of the Eden of ideology or religion, and is forced to constantly mold and remold her internalized worldviews, knowing often very well that this is a futile endeavor that must be repeated endlessly. But, at least, there’s some motion within. The alternative would be catatonia.
Artists, writers, and poets who helped contribute and inform your process?
I sound like a broken record when I keep on mentioning Will Alexander. But there’s no denying that his oeuvre provided me with the missing link in my thinking. I have always had an interest in ritual, animism, and shamanism, but with the latter term, we need to be extremely careful. I adhere to academic concepts of shamanism, such as Mircea Eliade’s. When younger I participated extensively in groups believing that they were engaged in shamanic practices. Perhaps some of those did. I don’t want to claim that I have the capacity to say what’s authentic and what isn’t. What I inherited from these experiences is the sensation of trance. Will’s work transfuses both language and animism/shamanism, especially in his The Combustion Cycle.
Without trance, there’s no writing nor painting for me. Writing prose is different. Poetry and painting for me fall in the same domain as glossolalia, speaking in tongues or trance-speaking. Freudian associating on the couch. Will’s concept of language as a living, possibly alchemical intelligence, makes a lot of sense to me. It connects my interest in shamanism and animism with my obsession with language in a no-nonsense way. WA’s poetics is a conscious journey into the imagination. To truly feel this, you need to understand that the imagination isn’t just “fugazi” or fantasy. The Jungians know very well that the imaginal world is a tangible environment, in which one can move around and travel in. There are beings dwelling there. You can develop a bond with these inorganic characters. Jungian practitioners are aware of this possibility.
I think I can say that Occidental culture at this point in history is in a state of coma or autophagy: it’s eating itself up. The criteria for personhood are so one-sided and reductionist that it is extremely easy to descend into a state of being a non-person. Maybe the only option when that happens for some people is to die and, in the process, drag along as many corpses as possible. Ours is a high-risk society. Having said that, I’ve lived in India for three years the comfortable life of an adult literature student. Life in India is no bargain either. Perhaps I have taken shelter in the written word and painted images because I’ve experienced that it isn’t possible to change your own culture with another. Every culture has its own cruelties, sacrifices, and gains, but they aren’t commodities. The difference, maybe, between Western cultures and the rest of the planet is that, as French novelist Michel Houellebecq suggests, the West has sacrificed almost everything for the sake of rationalism and technocracy.
There are also other artists and poets besides WA that have influenced me. I’m thinking of the “Grand Jeu” poets such as Rene Daumal and Gilbert-LeComte but also Antonin Artaud, Joyce Mansour, and Roberto Matta. Regarding US artists and poets, there’s, of course, Philip Lamantia, whose thinking and work is like a direct mind-injection into my mind: picture a metaphysical phone call without ever hanging up. Other important people would be Bob Kaufman, John Hoffman, Laurence Weisberg, but also someone like Mina Loy, and some beats, in particular William S Burroughs. I feel a deep affection for a lot of artists and writers: William Baziotes, Arshile Gorky, Thom Burns, Rik Lina, Byron Baker, Emily Dickenson, Edgar Allan Poe, William Blake, Lautreamont, Guiliaume Apollinaire, Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Gerard de Nerval, Grace Hartigan, Leonora Carrington, Remedios Varo, Juanita Guccione, and many more.
Bill de Kooning deserves special mention, on the one hand, because nobody speaks about him anymore and because of ongoing the “de Kooning-bashing. But also because my paintings are a prolegomenon (not a counter-narrative) to his disfigured depictions of Marilyn Monroe-type of women, in particular the teeth: Where else in the world is the business of smiling taken so seriously as in the USA? My series of chopped-up disfigured ladies, “Mutilated Madonnas,” are homage and homologous to his.
This is intense work. It’s incandescent. It’ll catch your eyes on fire. Burn your brain down. Giorgia Pavlidou has managed to make anguish appear beautiful. And sexy. Artaud is the tutelary spirit of this work. The anguish is real and the words have the taste and smell of the netherworld in its black gown of sibilant pupa. This is language with a biology; it writhes, hisses, and propagates by glossolalic impregnation. Reading these poems is an immersive experience. Here we find madness, anguish, erotica and Rabelaisian humor welded and wed to a language full of “lexical tentacles” and “fire dressed in fire.” It gets under your skin, this speech. These strangely intelligent & autonomous words, manic as wasps in a vessel of glass.
—John Olson
A pyrotechnics of lingual essence, Giorgia Pavlidou’s “inside the black hornet’s mind-tunnel” yields feeling through the language of the heart creating darkened constellations that rivet the inner eye all the while whirling as an estranged yet organic imaginal terrain.
—Will Alexander
Giorgia Pavlidou
Giorgia Pavlidou is an American writer and painter intermittently living in Greece and the US. Her work recently appeared or is forthcoming in Caesura, Maintenant Dada Journal, Puerto del Sol, Clockwise Cat, Ocotillo Review, Strukterriss Magazine, Entropy and Sun & Moon Magazine. She’s an editor of SULΦUR. Additionally, Trainwreck Press launched her chapbook ‘inside the black hornet’s mind-tunnel’ in 2021, and Anvil Tongue Books her full length book of poems and paintings, ‘Haunted by the Living – Fed by the Dead’ in May 2022
At 6 years of age, I began to transfer my inspiration and imagination to paper using tempera paint, with the guidance and teaching of my grandfather Pablo Amaringo, over the years I learned to use the technique of acrylic painting on canvas. Today I paint in acrylic and oil, the visions of ayahuasca and neo Amazonico styles, all thanks to my dear grandfather Pablo Amaringo Shuña.
Guardian Angels Avatars. 80×60 centimeters. Acrylic on canvas. 2021
In this Visionary artwork, we can see below that the shamans in the ceremony are curing a man suffering from a mental illness caused by an imbalance in his pituitary gland and hypothalamus. The shaman kneeling next to him performs puffs (blowing mapacho smoke) to extract the disturbing energies that are emerging. The sumiruna master who is standing is levitating and from his feet radiate luminous electromagnetic vibrations that neutralize the dissonant energies in the patient’s brain and restore his mental well-being. Next to theSumiruna we see a snake with the spiral patterns that biological cells form. All cells have a nucleus that contains the double-stranded DNA molecule. Similarly, growing in a spiral is the ayahuasca vine that we see in the central part of the work, which emanates from the eternal spirit for our spiritual awakening. Within the oracle are winged celestial beings known as the “holy virtues”. They maintain the physical order of the universe so that the movements of the planets, stars, and galaxies are governed by divinely ordained laws of motion. The patiquina plant you see is used as protection against sorcery or witchcraft and acts as a shield. The eyes of the jaguar that we see at the top is the Arkana that the Sumiruna placed as protection for the healing ceremony, so that no enemy can enter it. Finally we see the avatar angels at both ends, they transmit spiritual energy to the plants so that the shaman masters can see in their visions the angelic powers in action.
Connection of Bodies 80×60 centimeters Acrylic on canvas 2022
In this visionary work of art we see how the connection of the bodies by Spiritual way makes them obtain knowledge of the visions. When the dizziness begins to take effect, they meditate in solitude with the spirits of animals, gnomes, sylphs and sibyls, as we see around this work of art. Later, while they sleep, they receive the icaros of each animal, Garza Real, jaguar, dolphin and eagle. On the left we see that there is the sovereign sage known as a’tun mauca runa, “the great ancients” he is the bearer of harmony. They watch over the women who ascend to the heavenly temples to worship. They are the guardians of space, time, stars and galaxies, and they bring unity. On the right side of the work we see a spiritual woman named Caspi Maman. She will show you that the jungle consists of a multitude of levels that start underground, go through the forest floor, and climb up to the treetops. She will gradually reveal herself as a source of immense knowledge of plants and spirits. Finally we see that she radiates the light of the Sun. The Sun symbolizes above all the source of light that allows life. It thus provides vital energy, heat and allows all organisms to grow and manifest themselves. With its magnetic power it influences the orbit of the planets, giving them movement, meaning and direction.
Banco-Sumi Master 1.00 x 1.35 Meters Oil on canvas 2020
In this visionary work, on the right side you see a Bank-Sumi Master, a great shaman master and man of esoteric knowledge who can transform his physical body into pure spirit. He wears a robe of fire. To earn this honor you must rigorously follow a diet to learn from sublime masters and win allied spirits: Yanapuma or black jaguar, bears, owls, jaguar, pink dolphins and the Eelmama (mother of the Brava Cocha, which is a wild and mystical lake where few people dare to venture). He sings blanket Payariri, a reserved Icarus. He says “Manti payariri, ninangu-nacaya“, which means “Mantle of fire, strong as my medicine”. The magnificent pink dolphins (sublime spirits of the water) form a vault around the Bank-Sumi, whose electromagnetic auras sustain life; the air, the storm and the wind dominate. This is also an Inca vision, with those who drink ayahuasca dressed like the Incas, we can see an Inca couple on the right side of the work. The man is called Yacoshun-go, and the woman Nukno-pachac, “sweet land.” They come from a city called Great Saara, which was submerged thousands of years ago. In the central part of the work we can see the Mother of the Chacuna. The chacruna induces colorful visions, while the ayahuasca liana promotes understanding. If you drink pure ayahuasca – the liana without chacruna, maybe a little mapacho tobacco – your visions are only in black and white. Below we see the jaguar with energy that is being guided by the mother chacruna, this feline is magical and full of esoteric powers. This feline transforms into the king of the spirit world. On the left side, a shaman is seen surrounded by elemental fire, who teaches the esoteric mysteries of charms. And the eyes that emanate above his head allow him to look through them at the spaces of the grid and see other worlds. We also see electric eels, which vegetalistas invoke because the electromagnetic waves of this animal sensitize them to perceive pulsations in their patients.
Inca Knowledge 80×60 centimeters Acrylic on canvas 2021
In this visionary work of art we can see a master Inca shaman. In Inca times this Master was a skillful healer with a great knowledge of medicinal plants. He could also travel to other galaxies and dimensions that is why we see planets in this vision. To absorb the feline wisdom, this Master Healer slept with the felines that we see on the upper right side of the work. These felines are mysterious creatures with a lot of wisdom and knowledge of plants. This close contact with the felines creates a telepathic communion. Incan Master healers like the one seen here were once highly honored as princes and wore gold crowns encrusted with precious stones and brightly colored feathers. Among his allies are birds, such as the eagle that we see in the upper central part of the work. The eagle makes loud and strident calls to warn if someone is approaching and if they have good intentions. At the top right is a woman wearing a gold crown with earrings (pendants). She is a spiritual teacher of the mysterious Chachapoyas (cloud people) who were never completely subjugated by the Incas. Below her is seen her magnificent city with immense walls, splendid palaces and huacas (shrines) shrouded in secrets and mysteries. Beneath the Inca master, an ayahuasca vine grows and the galaxy indicates that the sacred vine is the sacred gate to these esoteric realms. We also see two protective snakes, whose heads are different since they provide superlative abilities of observation and listening to warn of enemies.
Muraya 80 x 60 centimeters Acrylic on canvas 2021
In this Visionary work of art we see two nymphs on the left and a Xilánster nymph on the right, who heal with perfumes and aromas, and teach self-hypnosis and meditation to maintain a healthy mental and emotional state to the Muraya that we see in the upper central part… These nymphs know the secret location of the black rose, a mysterious flower used for divination and hypnosis. In the upper left part are the floripondium flower (Brugmansia suaveolens), the floripondium is the one that processes the spiral waves and serpentine light patterns to the nymphs and represents the power of this plant to expand and illuminate the unconscious mind. In the upper central part we see the shaman who is meditating and receiving teachings from the nymphs, here they teach the muraya the art of clairvoyance and spiritual perception, seen as luminescent green spirals around below the Ashaninka muraya. The constant protectors of the ayahuasca ceremonies that are the jaguar and the owl, one of the qualities of the jaguar is to be aware of the movement of the earth and that makes any enemy inactive. And the qualities of the owl have a type of vision that is perfectly adapted to the dark. They are also known as Arkanos. In this we can also see Master Muraya who learned to communicate with animals. He learned to call snakes, and toads, from their hiding places with his icaros (magic song).
Pihuichos 80 x 60 centimeters Acrylic on canvas 2021
The Pihuichos give a lot of joy to the home. They are birds with which you will feel accompanied at all times by their song and incessant chattering and their colorful plumage will surely transmit good vibrations to you. In addition, the Pihuicho is a bird that belongs to the parrot family, which gives it this friendly and sociable touch. Like all birds, the symbolism of freedom. Never lose sight of that ability to fly, that freedom that you have or that you lack but that you can make use of at any time. Watching with Pihuichos also speaks of optimism and positivity. If it is because you have it or because you need it, it is up to you to discover it based on the emotions that it transmits to you.
Sacha Huarmi 1.20m x 90cm Acrylic on canvas 2021
In this visionary work, we see a jungle woman (Sacha Huarmi), she is a master shaman of the Muray level, she can enter the tree or the waters and dive into the depths of the earth, but she does not have the ability to go to the space. Below her we see that the winged elemental spirits are arriving, these are napeae and camenae singing and orchestrating the mystical framework of the ceremony. These spirits bring perfumes and balms to prepare and protect Master Muraya. The jaguar that we see on her, emits arkanas with the colors of the rainbow that surround the teacher Muraya and deflect any sorcery. The shaman teacher is also learning from the jaguar that we see to the right of her, how to hypnotize the enemies that want to attack her. At the top of the work we can see the golden temple of ayahuasca, in this temple they teach about the upbringing and care of children. In the temple they teach you to nurture your home and your family, you learn to take care of the structure of your home. In the purple temple called the palace of the punga is where the shamans are taught the mysteries of the mariri and the breath. The helical shape of the ayahuasca vine indicates that it can reveal the DNA of living beings and embody their vibrations and icaros. The DNA of animals and plants have much in common with ours; this makes it possible for us to empathize with a tree or an animal.
The Flight of the Hummingbirds 80x60cm Acrylic on canvas 2021
In this visionary work of art we see two Inca spiritual teachers. These Inca masters are powerful Sumirunas and Paleros. Their crown, decorated with red and green plants, gives them protection when they drink ayahuasca. His apprentices of palistic alchemy who specialize in sticks can master them only after several years of strict diet aided by these dryads. The radiating waves of colors illustrate the healing energy of the fiber, which aids the shaman. The hummingbirds and butterflies that we see in this visionary work are messengers that warn the Sumiruna Inca masters of dangers. Its sweet trills are the most delicate and sublime icaros to sing to people seeking new strength or suffering from terrible illnesses. These celestial spirits dwell in the palaces and temples above, where they gather to sing songs of worship.
Divine Muse 60×80 cm Acrylic on canvas 2021
In this visionary work we can observe a shaman transforming his head into the head of a bird. The secret of this practice is that the teacher learns to think like the animal and to share his instincts. Intelligence and education allow human beings to achieve greater perfection and learn more from their experiences. To communicate with an animal and attract its spirit, a shaman must sing its icarus and experience the animal’s hypnotism, concentration, and instinct. Also in the central part of the work there is an Inca, a prince or Ayar who teaches about the spiritual conception and development of children, which requires justice, discipline, love and wisdom. This Ayar wears an elegant suit, signifying his nobility and majestic authority. Ayahuasca leaves, seen in the lower left, are rubbed under the armpits of children so that they grow into decent, trustworthy and conscientious adults. On the vine of the ayahuasca vine, the saber-toothed jaguar is seen, attacking the enemy sorcery with its long teeth. Finally at the top we can see two Wayramamas and in the center is the divine muse, or kunan versucum, here represented by the resplendent colors. Each color inspires a different faculty that allows us to live in harmony with the natural world. The yellow color represents intelligence; green, life force and aura; orange represents knowledge; blue, wisdom and spiritual insight; understanding; and violet, spirituality.
The Balm of Flowers 80x60cm Acrylic on canvas 2021
At the top of the artwork we can see the spiritual beings called “A’tun Runa“, they play the harp and other musical instruments and sing icaros. These spiritual beings maintain the tree that we can see on the right side and above it a staircase that leads us to a pure and immaculate magic palace. The “A’tun Runa” live according to the heavenly laws and understand the imperfections of humans. Everything in the universe has a vibration composed of pure spiritual energy; it is the music of creation. On the upper left side we can see the sublime master called “Anciano Arconte” and below him we can see the “Wayra Mama ”, when the wave of ayahuasca that emanates from the Wayra Mama’s mouth reaches you, she teaches you different types of icaros, which you can then sing to receive wisdom from the spirits directly. Some waves bring knowledge; others bring healing abilities or the power to reject sorcery. Among the spirals of the ayahuasca waves, four sylphs with golden hair are seen sitting among the flowers in the central part; they are symbols of purity, intelligence and wisdom. They carry scrolls of papyrus containing the sublime teachings of aromatic flowers. Shamans learn about flower icars and how to make aromatic medicines and balsamic salves from nectar.
The Pearl of the Peruvian Jungle 1.50×2.50 meters Acrylic on canvas 2021
In this Peruvian Amazonian waterfall, every morning at dawn, the macaws, parrots and other species of birds carry out their fluttering ceremony before starting the colpeo, which consists of ingesting clay from the colpa and after 25 to 30 minutes they will leave withdrawing, to return the next day. The precise reason for this spectacular behavior, and one of nature’s most fascinating shows, is because this clay contains vital salts and minerals that are used in the birds’ diet and serve to detoxify the birds’ fruit diet.
Arcanas of the Sumiruna 80×60 centimeters Acrylic on canvas 2021
In this visionary work of art, the profound revelation that ayahuasca gives to heal the damage caused by sorcerers and witches is shown. The golden spiral that we see in this visionary work symbolizes the eternal movement of spirit and matter within solar systems and galaxies. Just to the left is a sumiruna level master who is icarando (singing magical songs) to heal his patient from harm. To the extreme right and left we can see three faces of women with crowns of different colors, these crowns show the level of knowledge that each one has. They also represent the nurturing love of Mother Earth, and a mother’s love for her children. The fuchsia palace in the lower right is where the shamans learn to heal. Ayahuasca reveals its deepest secrets when visionary dizziness is at its strongest. Here he shows that human beings need to create a balance between their good and bad sides. The steps lead to the underwater kingdom where mermaids, sirens, pucabufeos and the yacuruna reside. In the lower central part of the work is the huarmi muraya, which is like a mermaid, dressed in the scale armor of the celestial fish that teaches the shamans the art of alchemical healing. Birds are messengers from heavenly temples and palaces. The macaw, the green and purple hummingbirds, the eagle. All these birds have a lot of esoteric wisdom; they warn of danger, reveal secrets and teach the sublime wisdom of love.
Moon Night 80 x 60 centimeters Acrylic on canvas 2021
The full moon occurs when our planet is positioned exactly between the Sun and the Moon. The Moon, as such, does not have its own light, so it reflects the light of the Sun. That is why, during the full moon, what we see is the Moon with its visible face fully illuminated by sunlight. Human beings have always felt the influence of the moon and seek help and benefits from it. For some people, the Full Moon is the right time to make decisions, to define a point of view or an option. It is a time of expansion and high energy power. During the nights of the Full Moon, spiritual people and metaphysicians punctually carry out mindfulness exercises, relaxation exercises and guided meditations. If there is a bird that has had an important meaning throughout history, it has been the owl. This nocturnal animal is full of mystery and wisdom. Owls have a large head with two large piercing eyes, they have great vision and keen hearing.
The Aguajal 80 x 60 centimeters. Acrylic on canvas. 2021
The swampy areas, permanently flooded, where the aguaje palm tree (Mauritia flexuosa) grows, in pure formations and mixed with other palm trees and diverse trees, are known as aguajales. The aguaje is a dioecious plant, that is, it has male and female trees, which produce the fruits. From the cut trunk, “suri” is obtained, the larva of a beetle (Rynchophorus palmarum) which is an important food in rural areas. The beetle lays its eggs in the pulp of the trunk and there the larvae develop, which are white and fat worms, and which are generally eaten fried and have a pleasant taste.
Medical Vapor 80 x 60 centimeters Acrylic on canvas 2021
In this visionary work of art we see a large jar, it is called mahuete, where inside it there are three students who are learning to be master healers, these are called onayas. Inside this jar they learn the magical songs – icaros since many songs are filed and stored inside this jar. As with all sound, the things we say do not fade away, but are immediately transmitted elsewhere. To the left of the work are the huarmi murayas who, like sirens, have golden hair. They are tending pink and white flowers for use in alchemical healing. Guarding the entrance to the underwater kingdom are the red bufeo and the mermaids, the underwater guides of the onayas. Behind them is a magnificent city protected by sirens with magical nets that prevent the passage of spells. In the upper left part grows toé with its pink flower, sometimes added to ayahuasca to intensify visions. A piece of flower mixed with your ayahuasca brew can allow you to see a person clearly.
Divine Protectors 80×60 centimeters Acrylic on canvas 2021
In this visionary work of art we can see on the far right the ayahuasca vine and on the far left the chacruna plant, these are boiled together to make the mystical ayahuasca brew. The angels that we see in the central part of the work transmit spiritual energy to the plants so that the shaman masters can see the angelic powers in action in their visions. The colors of the angels have a meaning: green represents the beginning of life, blue represents enthusiasm and energetic strength, and the yellow of the east represents the freshness and joy of the morning, the fuchsia color represents the satisfaction of a productive day. At both lower ends we see two female Shipibo shaman teachers. They have the degree of sumirunas, and they know the icaros to heal all kinds of damage according to the colors that the angels have and were taught, for example the green color to heal a patient who suffers mortal damage. After healing, the blue icaro is sung to gain strength, the fuchsia icaro prevents boredom and inactivity, and the yellow icaro will make a person happy. In the upper central part of the work, we see an alien spaceship that visits Earth frequently. They come from parallel universes and are approached by the Sumirunas to understand the mysterious forces of electromagnetism and gravity that sustain the cosmos.
New Life 80×60 centimeters Acrylic on canvas 2021
This painting explores the mystical beginning of life, which can be accessed by drinking ayahuasca. The eyes that we see at the top are from the Supreme Being, they emit dynamic energy that surrounds the pregnant woman. The dynamic energy that is surrounding the pregnant woman is the spark of life and the origins of the blood are entering the pregnant mother like waves while she sleeps. They penetrate the womb, giving the child emotions and characteristics, just as electromagnetic waves produce an image on a television screen. It is what you are given to deal with all the problems of life. The yellow energy that surrounds the fetus, are the first particles of matter that were formed by tingunas (electromagnetic patterns). Butterfly wings refer us to the spiritual world, to the imagination, to intelligence, the possibility of movement and, therefore, the capacity for spiritual and physical advancement. Butterflies have represented the unconscious attraction to light, beauty, what is most characteristic of life and the soul. Finally we see the pregnant woman, who is sitting on the lotus flower and is related to the perfection of the spirit and mind, a state of total purity and immaculate nature. She is represented by 10 petals that reveal the innocence and original nature of the heart. This flower also represents qualities that are transmitted to the child from her womb such as love, passion and compassion.
Archons 80 x 60 centimeters Acrylic on canvas 2021
In this visionary work of art we see that two colors predominate, pink and blue. The pink color in the center of the image represents the earth realm, while the blue color represents the sky and the heavenly realms. The women we see in this visionary work symbolize and uphold the quintessence of beauty, while the men must develop wisdom to serve beauty. On the lower right side, we see the healer woman teacher who, while she smokes her pipe, transmits her spiritual purity and impeccability. With the smoke of her pipe archons come out, sublime masters who perform wonderful cures, or in Quechua, “the wise men with white hair”. On the left are the sovereign sages known as a’tun mauca runa, “the great ancients” who are the bearers of harmony. They watch over the women who ascend to the heavenly temples to worship. On the right side we can see that the women have a floral crown to symbolize the wisdom that they receive in the heavenly palace. The precious stones of her crown represent the philosopher’s stone, her spiritual alchemy. Women are able to sense danger much earlier than men. This is suggested in the upper right hand side of the painting where the ayahuasca vine touches his temples and crown. A woman earns the right to wear this crown when she truly fulfills her earthly and divine role as woman, mother and companion. It is through her that man receives the crown from him.
Wise Woman 80x60cm Acrylic on canvas 2020
In the Amazon there are several types of ayahuasca, these vines go to the infinity of the universe, winding many colors, including green, known as Campana Ayahuasca, a color that shines in this visionary work of art. In the center of the work you can see the wise Shipiba woman with healing abilities. She has learned to heal thanks to the spirits that are called, “Sacha – Huarmi”, which means “Wild Woman”; that is why plants and flowers are found together with it as the “toe”, and the flower of the dale lotus. The flower of the “Toe” represents the strength that the floripondio plant has, full of electromagnetism that the shaman uses as a defense, it is also used for pernicious, contagious diseases and to give relief to the blood. Above the wise woman we see the arkana owl, the shaman healer teacher uses them as protection to defend herself from her spiritual enemies who come to attack him from below the earth. We also observe in the upper left part of the work, a tiger with a spiritual name, “Puyo – Puma”, which means “Cloud Tiger”, one of its qualities is that of being aware of the movement of the earth and that leaves inactive any enemy. He is very fearless in his attacks but he is very cautious, these tigers go through the session or ceremony and give the shaman a lot of power of healing vibrations and powers to defend himself from the evil of any sorcerer who comes against him and his disciples. The snakes that are seen in the lower part of the work are spiritually present in the ayahuasca ceremony or ritual to help to have a better vision and meditation. “To contemplate the world of spirits is to see another latent world.”
Palace of Master Muraya (Sublime Third Shaman Level) 1.50m x 1.50m Acrylic on canvas 2021
In this visionary work of art, at the bottom center we can see three Muraya masters. Master Muraya has dominion over the land and in the water, the Muraya is a shaman with a more sublime form or, as they say, more educated and is more educated for great spirituality. They are great shamanic masters and men of esoteric knowledge who can transform your physical body into pure spirit. They wear a mantle of fire. To earn this honor you must follow a diet to learn from sublime masters and gain spiritual allies: jaguars, red dolphins, and the eel-mama (mother of which is a wild and mystical lake), where few people dare to venture). Manta payariri sings, a reserved icarus. He says “Manni, ninangu-nacaya”, which means “Mantle of fire, strong as my medicine”. He calls out the yana puyurunas (black cloud beings), whose faces appear in the sky above him. They teach how to heal using wind, mist, and spray. They can cure illnesses derived from love problems or separation, and also legal problems. The magnificent sylphs (sublime air spirits) around the full moon, whose electromagnetic auras sustain life; dominate the air, the storm and the wind. Beneath them are the gnomes who guard the precious emeralds, rubies, and diamonds buried there. When the Muraya sets out on its journey, these gnomes emerge from the earth bearing precious stones. On the right, we can see the Wayramama and the elemental forces emerging from the depths of space. These forces are symbolized by the formation of a pentagonal rainbow prism. The rainbow and the pentagram that comes out of the Wayramama’s mouth preserve and protect life. The spirits show that animals, plants, and humans have a plan to build their own physical forms: DNA molecules embedded in the nucleus of every cell.
Cosmic energy 80×60 centimeters Acrylic on canvas 2021
In this visionary work of art we can see the faces of women, they are elemental beings, they are divas, connoisseurs of floral perfumes, aromatic essences, incense and ointments to heal and purify. In the lower right part of the work are the red and black seeds of the huayruro tree (Ormosia amazónica). The brightly colored huayruro seeds are widely used in Amazonian jewelry and crafts; they protect travelers and attract good fortune. We can also see the green snake called “llullo machaco” that symbolizes purity and its green color is like the virgin forest, uncultivated and uncontaminated. The fuchsia-colored cosmic energy that emanates at the top of the work represents purposeful activity and teaches us to be helpful and warm to others. While the green and red cosmic energy shown in this work shows the spiritual energy that the Arakans emanate. And the cosmic energy of blue colors that this work of art also emanates symbolizes the abundance and nurturing of the earth.
Protection of the Young Jaguar 80×60 centimeters Acrylic on canvas 2021
The young jaguar indicates that good things are coming and this is mainly because this animal is a powerful symbol of positivity, courage and also virility. For many, this feline is a source of inspiration to achieve goals and overcome obstacles that arise on a daily basis.
Written by Jose Luis Vasquez Gonzales/JoLu Amaringo
I am Jose Luis Vasquez Gonzales, known as JoLu Amaringo, I was born in the cradle of art on December 5, 1991, in the city of Pucallpa_ Peru, when my famous grandfather, the Peruvian painter International Amazonian Visionary Pablo Amaringo Shuña, flew to Japan to present one of his famous exhibitions on visionary and neo-Amazon art. During my life in my grandfather Pablo Amaringo’s house with my father Juan Vasquez Amaringo and my mother Lidia Gonzales Laulate, I drank countless stories that I heard in frequent meetings around a table. I also drank the vocation for the art of painting.
The faceless figures in Rene Fernando Ortega Villarroel’s work open a doorway to our silhouette.
Las figuras sin rostro en la obra de René Fernando Ortega Villarroel abren una puerta a nuestra silueta.
A labyrinth that challenges realities between an all-knowing self and a unicursal passage of selves.
Un laberinto que desafía realidades entre un yo que todo lo sabe y un pasaje unicursal de yos.
The viewer will see waves of motion paused long enough to discover psychic architecture and lapidary engines.
El espectador verá ondas de movimiento pausadas el tiempo suficiente para descubrir la arquitectura psíquica y los motores lapidarios.
Rene Fernando Ortega Villarroel’s art delivers a psychic experience to our world. The deities are shapes and eternal archetypes
El arte de René Fernando Ortega Villarroel entrega una experiencia psíquica a nuestro mundo. Las deidades son formas y arquetipos eternos.
The vision is an art beyond the vanishing points camouflaged and hunted by shamanic, artistic, and theurgic observance.
La visión es un arte más allá de los puntos de fuga camuflados y cazados por la observancia chamánica, artística y teúrgica
Rene Fernando Ortega Villarroel is a visual artist from Chile who practices the ancient tradition of X-ray vision in his painting.
René Fernando Ortega Villarroel es un artista visual de Chile que practica la antigua tradición de la visión de rayos X en su pintura.
Rene has exhibited work in Chile and Argentina. He is involved in many cultural art programs that have related to hospitals, children and teaching art professionally.
René ha expuesto obra en Chile y Argentina. Está involucrado en muchos programas de arte cultural relacionados con hospitales, niños y la enseñanza del arte profesionalmente.
“My concern is the human figure as a feeling of primitive and irrational states, whose main point is the heads, universal thought of the creation of man and center of the universe. All this led to a mutation of the plastic and pictorial language”. Rene Ortega Villarroel
“Mi preocupación es la figura humana como sentimiento de estados primitivos e irracionales, cuyo punto principal son las cabezas, pensamiento universal de la creación del hombre y centro del universo. Todo esto llevado a un mutamiento del lenguaje plástico y pictórico”. Rene Ortega Villarroel
Everyone is invited and welcome to celebrate Rene Fernando Ortega Villarroel’s exposition Mental Labyrinths at the Til Til Cultural Center Art gallery on June 18, 2022
Todos están invitados y bienvenidos a celebrar la exposición Laberintos mentales de René Fernando Ortega Villarroel en la galería de arte del Centro Cultural Til Til el 18 de junio de 2022.
05/14/21 cosmic fires burn behind the rich, black fabric of the night which parts to let the magic pass as particles of filtered light the door lies open, the gate lies closed life travels, small and swift through tiny tears a missing stitch and life. the flow itself the tear itself the seam a sight of seeming death that folds, unfolds itself in weeds of grief and swaddles itself and for the first time sees that there the door lies open to those laid out or she on knees black wings opened out speak out in seven rings the universe talks and, so, we sing
07/09/21 shifting stars and shifting rays of light pierce, project through fractal lens into the fractured night the universe mind filters through this facet and another then the other and the next it’s all-color light refracted into rainbow shimmer variations, life the shadow dark descent of being is iridescent sacred, sweet the night is full of teeming things and thoughts of universe that sings
09/03/21 black wings flap against the dawn lingering sweetly in the dark prolonging, savoring the last few tendrils of night but the dark, black velvet sky grows thin and soon the silken cloth of twilight transparent and delicate ripples, dissolves in a moment is gone and morning begins a teardrop bright and golden falls to the bottom of the deep blue bowl that holds it, the sky and rolls back down the otherside and so the sun descends again, again again once, we saw it rise but that was long ago before we learned its name and learned to make the choice ever to fall or ever to rise or yet-to-be asleep abide
EGREGORE An exhibition by the Atlanta Surrealist Group Steven Cline, Hazel Cline, Aaron Dylan Kearns, Juli Maria Kearns, Megan Leach, Steve Morrison. October 21-31 2021 The Bakery – Atlanta, Georgia
ELEPHANT WORLD
Collaborative writing: Hazel & Steven Cline
Grey smoke, static-waiting in this lonely god-form, the elephant world. Atmosphere of iron, melting into sea. The sea must move. Must never stop. Yet, it never forgets. From the cavernous, from the well, a swallow jumps. Its cry the first sound, its wings flap the first wind into being and make the movers move. Time, wrapped in a desert blanket, becomes muffled. A lunar heli-clipse spirals inside outside, holding death in her paws, crush what skull to wholeness? A mouse, a mouse of silver coat, has singed the lungs of the elephants who dance in circles under their lost mother, the moon. Stars expand, devouring the black, betraying the void. And as the myriad forms octopi the fountains of misery, love and thermometers break free. Is it cold or burning in the heart of the world; Is it strange, or stranger?
01/03/2020 the darkening skies must shudder and crack the darkening limits of love must break and the lightning must flow through the veins of the glow the violet glow of history unchained and memory unknown there is a quiet place in unrequited grief we must keep our face streaked with grief and never forget again that we love the lightning of hillsides and the lightening of hearts must not stop the lightning that breaks our barriers apart
Ornithomancy: divination by observation of the flight of birds
ALLCLOCKWORK
Collaborative writing: Hazel & Steven Cline
The Universe, her own lost lover, may be seen as machine, as a spiraling victorian machine of goldgear, allclockwork like a song, who descends again this dream. Angelic beings formulated only as a song of pure smell drift inward, licking like a perfumed song. A scented song that melts into black glass, darker than vacuum and more crystalline than volcanic orangutans. The seabird honks slowly, irreversibly, a world into myth. The spiderweb lacework left behind by all this resembles only slightly the forlorn face of Desire and her aging pack-animal, the horned, helical diviser of all manners of play. Patterns of a great mathematical sigh leap forward, and reveal themselves to have been all along a simple jest to amuse the one remembered in Desire’s lair. Speak! Reverse! This, the pelican calls to me, to be unafraid. This last day is sweet. A multitude, an ancient epoch, indwelling therein may, inside those glittering gears, break bread with shadows. But ever, ever, while the lonely lives we lead sits weeping by her mirror, can the Victrola spit out its slugs of light. In the sky above, what! cries the clouds, what is this fracture, this suture called time? Or elsewhere called form? Around us, a tower sheds its skin. Inside us, a tower devours and delights. And this hour is born as if it were the first hour, and the last hour, penetrating deep the ear of the Other. Again and again, but this time, the gears are well worn. This time…our ghosts dance.
RAINBOW DIVING
Collaborative writing: Hazel & Steven Cline
A rainbow earthbound, dividing itself, disassembling. Red, caught in prairie dog’s embrace, builds his mudhouse around the hourglass cavern entrance. Blue, thoughtform, endodermic emissaries as its always, reshapes rain into purring playful kittens. Red, again, many times, but this time, most sweetly does it redden. Yellow kicks world’s undercarriage in its shins, bumbling slowly, stupidly; of all the violent yellows of the imagination, honey alone is tenderest, a spongecake, a saucy milksop. Ah, but purple! A color now, and then another. One color and many, Solitary and mixed. But all of these are just wet laundry in cardboard, skybleeders without care. Try instead the complexity of the allcolor udder that fills bellybirth calendars with Orange with Orange’s sad and wayward beams. Indeed, full orchards in bloom. Undercurrents undersea, liquidic petunias, Green breaks all this in her witherworn gaze, drowning into pulpworm magnificents. Learn well, then, the mazes of the deeps, or fall eternally, inexorably into farting arabesques! Or else, the obsidian horizons and wellsprings by which the silent tuber sleeps.
A Virtual Post Card to the Clines from Mitchell Pluto
SPIDERWAVES
Collaborative writing: Hazel & Steven Cline
Sun on my face; worm in my palm. Where is the tree I saw before I was born if not in your heart? A dancer pounds the sand into myriad dynasties of memory. Eruption of geometric solids from a hardening ground. Devastated again and again into life. Without an eclipse of the moon; Without the face I missed and without the soonness of the end. Satisfaction gave way to a pomegranate; and then the dancers in the sky, in the night, in the sand fuse via epilepsy. Shadows silver, and I find I have something to lose. Something, as in hat or muskrat, but in other words there are many things of which we are made of. Mountainous sheets of white sand, signing high notes inside, outside. What is a mountain if not the universe? All I can think of is…whale. All I can think of is whale, which is everything. Everything, blowing sheet metal kisses across aquatic dreamtime streams. Kiss, then the sands, kiss then wind. The river makes love as you fly from the waterfall to the ocean. Spiderwaves crashing in your ears, and wouldn’t you know it? A secret succumb to the drifts.
CATERWAULING
Collaborative writing: Hazel & Steven Cline
Impish sprouts, come now, rejoin the nature choir. Spout from belly, cast skin aside, rejoin the broken ends of hairway screaming. Become erect in thy tendrils, in thy vines, in thy flowering eyelids, eyelips. Scales, weatherworn, may become grey or spotted, may become a disease repeated. Repetitive formlessness may become eyeless. Liked a castaway grail, like a traveler without species or a lichen dripping, frothing from the tips of broken fingers. Inside Castle, the deepness sleeps. The deepness repeats, reaching longingly out through the ribcagebars that hold its will in check. Across swampmoat, a game of chess is played, and yes, a checkmate too. A matter of alligator flesh, weighs your worth on its scales. Firebreather, O firething, O fireeater, bring forth the charred pieces of moleblind contempt, thy master. And lay him here, unbroken on that breakening altar, his feetflesh pollinated by cold wind. But the wind will have none of it. Virgin the wind is and will remain, no matter how many times she is raped. Caterwauling is a way for millipedes to divide and seek out that onebrightmissingthing. O everfree! O everleaving! A soul’s void casts its own shadow, too, my friend. O overbearing openness! Such openness is evisceration. Is evisceration, or crushed and squirming eggplant. A call: come now, worm, come now wind, defend your keep! Atom and Electron, enemies, conspirators, corpuscular in their insane infancy. We shall become nematodes on this day, or we shall expire. Thus is the will of the organ defended. Thus is the desire of the flesh raised again.
When I bite down, my teeth spread fire. I bite down on tree, I bite down hard…a California, newly blackened. When I bite down on swimming pool? When I bite down on sea? I see the ships come and go in the night. From where do they come and wither do they go again? Where but the watery depths that hold the stars with a cargo such as that they leave at every doorstep and every grave. A ghost hand floating, a hand laid down, in a casket amongst friends. A weaponized hairplane, and a truth? Pearly truth? Pearly, yes, of the falsest kind, unlike the inky liquid left by the octopus my sister stepped on that summer when we were five or six. The luster of a pearl reflects the hungry gaze of the wanderer. But the unreflective black of closed eyes or submersion under the hungry waves shows the empty colors and flashes that call upward from eternity’s open veins…
LADYBUG LEVIATHAN
Collaborative writing: Hazel & Steven Cline
City of Cyber, inside belly of Panda. Inside panda-belly, squirming datanet suckers towards the base of your brain. Down flows the river of nerves, down winding, writhing around one another and the spine of this world. This planet called Ladybug Leviathan, this universe called Old Misery Guts. Once again this universe tells the story of the time when the slimesnake jacked in with his god cord, shivering electrical. And jacked off into the abyssal plains of the sordid, sacred animal brain of the metrosynaptic gecko. Everything teal here, everything teal or sometimes pink. And blood always purple, and blood rerouted through networks of laughter that rumble through those beautiful bowels that wailed and woke the world before worlds. Reprogram this panda, O history-keeper, O kelp-satisfied lizard of night’s mist. Open at last the lid behind the lid. Exsanguinate, expectorate, mark the spot where the psionic piston rotates. What, then, if that rotation should cease? What, then, if all the dark little spots behind your eyes should suddenly come to life?
I started drawing tarot cards as a way to deepen my relationship with and understanding of the characters and archetypes that people them. I went along with the fool on their journey, and together we struggled, died, were reborn, learned about life and ourselves, and started all over again.
Oscar Barra was Born in Santiago in 1964, he studied Art at the University of Concepción, co-founder of Grisalla, an outstanding group of artists from the 90s and early 2000s. Mainly dedicated to painting, he has extended his creation to engraving, sculpture and the drawing. He currently resides between Concón and also maintains a workshop in Santiago.
I find inspiration and magic in François Cauvin’s works. Many of his paintings can make the viewer more open to the mysteries of nature. This begins as a desire to remember our self while dreaming.
As a native of Haiti you grew up in a family of artists, musicians and poets. Who were they and how did they inform you?
Yes. I had many artists and musicians in my family. My uncles and aunts. also my mom was a fashion and dresses maker. My sister Marie-Hélène Cauvin is a visual artist too… but first they were musicians. Major influences included composer and virtuoso pianist Ludovic Lamothe and Occide Jeanty who was a composer, trumpeter and pianist.
Le secretVille ImaginaireOpossum de MartiniqueGoddessOshunTree of LifeHispaniolan Trogon
Woman and nature are reoccurring themes in your work. what is it about those mysteries that inspire you?
Since I was raised by women, mother and sisters, I think it plays a role in my choice of painting them later I was initiate in the tradition of the Goddess of love.
I saw red and got freeL’AttenteFleur de FemmeLove GoddessDeath of the MermaidL’Attente III
How do you approach Haitian religious symbolism? is it based on traditional Vodou or your own formula to remember the universal self? or a little of both?
I think my work is based on the Haitian Vodou tradition. Since most of my work are from dreams of the spirits, messages from them. I do have dreams of my previous lives .
Fille au fanalMagical TwinsTrancePapillonLostPriere
How would describe the relationship you have with the universal mind, dreams and subconscious process? how do you find images to paint?
The images are from dreams most of the time. The ideas sometimes comes from my mind which hold and received them. They are from a place that I don’t know. You can receive images and ideas without knowing its happening.
Met TetOgunJumping Mermaid
A la recherche du bonheur perdu
in your artistic interpretation what are the crossroads, twins and snake represent?is there one archetype you consider a guide?
What I can answer for sure is that the snake is my true initiator before I was an initiate in the tradition. I dreamt once about the crossroad Master. He was skinless dancing in the air.
Two Mambos
The Queen Mother, Goddess of the broken hearts/protector of the souls This painting shows clearly, the appropriation of the old myth of Isis by the Haitian Vodou from the Catholic Church dogma.
what writers have influenced you? what other influences changed your perception of the world?
I really love the South American writers and the magic realism school. Colombian novelist, Gabriel García Márquez. Guatemalan poet, Miguel Ángel Asturias. Cuban novelist, Alejo Carpentier. Haitian writers too that include Jacques Stephen Alexis, Jacques Roumain, Laennec Hurbon, Jean Price Mars and Villard Denis. I loved reading French novelist Marguerite Yourcenar… but what really influenced me was my past in the Haitian country side and Port-au-Prince. Also what my father taught me in that time about nature and plants.
Rara King IToussaint LouvertureSanite Belair, Héroïne of the Independence war of HaïtiRara King II Blue Prints and Sketches Book Covers
Artrist François Cauvin lives between Montreal Canada and Haiti
The scientific world wonders where the boundary between matter and antimatter begins. That is, where does the surreal begin? For this we must know the secrets expressed in the Emerald Tablet, where the borders of the vibratory spaces are not represented, since they do not exist, since what is denser can become something less dense according to the laws of the variable flows of the vibratory fields. Therefore, everything is a continuum according to what modern physics has shown, a kind of manifested logos where the elusive can be a res perceived according to the capacity of the receiver.
Gears of a quantum ship, acrylic and ink on Fabriano paper, 21 x 28 cm
For the exponential curve of the logarithmic spiral to exist, there must be a logarithm that draws it, but also a mathematical equation that designs an enormous spatial support that contains it and allows it not to disintegrate as a design. We calculate what we see, but the invisible does not enter into that equation. This is how we neglect our astral bodies.
Spectacular blindness, collage s/paper, 30 x 20 cm
FAIR DAYS In a cold and stony hole a flower withers hopelessly while the world rejoices with the monk’s tricks
Flight and Music
Perpendicular imagination looming behind the divine muscle that strips of its pelagic destiny to the one that lies at the foot of its calcareous slab. With each sun 666 errata arise in the belly of the lunar word.
Emerged from nocturnal memory a pristine song embrace my origin and illuminate my soul.
Mother earth seeks the perfume of redemption while the man far in the abyss of him auscultates the night to gain objects the emptiness of having is named among the speechless faces so then the alchemical weddings were prepared without any finding for your eyes the leaves of the forest fall slowly the roar of the terrestrial kiss reaches my ears sound to be ocher dust in solar memory end of times and circular principle the appointed mystery while children are killed by hunger to continue making “Barbies”
NUMBER LEVITATION
The ancient voice from the parting of the waters what is above and what is below like pale dawn of man without the primordial exhalation roam the surface looking for a high dwelling to detach from matter the creative breath of the submerged forest under your name with their ethereal offspring like plumage swayed by the wind in their forgotten northern voices mother of desire and of rebellion clay healing tide with sporadic winged notes and tears of bears that forget the wound in sleep.
my bone wish penetrate the flesh of the shadows For a right to endorphins for every citizen
Interdimensional ossuary, Ink on cut paper and acrylic on 300gm fabriano paper
Enrique de Santiago, Born in Santiago, Chile (1961). Visual artist, poet, researcher, essayist, curator and cultural manager. He studied a Bachelor of Art at the University of Chile and at the Institute of Contemporary Art (Chile). Since 1984, he has exhibited in individual and group exhibitions, counting to his credit around more than 100 exhibitions. He has edited five books: Fragile Transits Under the Spirals in 2012, with La Polla Literaria; Elegía a las Magas and the book essay: El Regreso de las Magas, both with Editorial Varonas. In 2018 he edited La Cúspide Uránica with editorial Xaleshem and Dharma Comunicaciones, and Travel Bitácora with Editorial Opalina Cartonera. He has participated in various poetry anthologies, both in Chile and abroad. He has collaborated in the newspaper La Nación with articles on new media art, and in magazines such as Derrame, Escaner Cultural and Labios Menores in Chile, Brumes Blondes in Holland, Adamar from Spain, Punto Seguido from Colombia, Sonámbula from Mexico, Agulha de Brazil, Incomunidade de Portugal, Styxus de Rep. Czech, Canibaal de Valencia, Spain, Materika de Costa Rica and other printed and digital publications.
organize the snakes pluck strings divide the wave to the pedal point a step, a diesis, a key signature target a center ignition arrow bow lyre fabulist the dirty gods she had a nice base associative process with dials from point to point seamlessly one to the other and then Sigmund Freud’s rings hello utterance udder rants a scale rave turning things into words a jewelers hammer striking the strings kinetic parenthesis circle intersection drawing back waxing links undone wading octaves and moonlight the face on a corpuscule Saint Teresa melts the robot into a full bodied universe