Relatos breves de Victoria Morrison
Dos retratos en dos marcos diferentes, dos fechas de nacimiento, dos nacionalidades, dos identidades. Ella no abraza a los árboles, los besa apasionadamente, la sangre que brota de su boca rota es savia dulce.
Chilean artist
Amores y Desamores, Claudia Vila Molina
Travesía Seas túel extraviado que regresahacia la nieblade nuestros cuerpos. Catástrofe El amorserá poseídopor los únicos sobrevivientesde esta masacre. Vaticinio Tu cuerpo disuelve las cosaspara anunciar un gemidoo recóndito extremo de la nocheque ya no esconde nadani siquiera una nueva formade estremecimiento. Extrañamiento Me miras como si fuese tu feticheme tocas cuando estamos solosno soy …
Tierra Profunda Rene Ortega
Mi enfoque se enfatiza en la búsqueda de las respuestas transcendentales las problemáticas ecológicas y sociales de la humanidad que enfrentamos actualmente.
The Paleozoic Clock by Enrique de Santiago
With every sun 666 mistakes arise in the belly of the lunar word.
Recipes for Horizons by Enrique De Santiago
Each step collects behind you, the daffodils, that inevitably lose your mark, the one that wanders in the deep sands, that in the empire of shadows shelters you.
Secret of the Air, Enrique De Santiago
you seek to break beyond the fundamental shell, the one that you came to know in a primitive way in the sweet stays of belief.
Victoria Morrison, Seed Wisdom
Am I really here, watching the miracle of my fertile land or is it my mind that imitates to the dying man who escapes from the barren land
and look for the seed to save the world?
There is Never a Plan Jorge J. Herrera Fuentealba
The movement in my work is a consequence of a sincere trace of the unconscious. Movement represents life. In moments without inspiration, I try to maintain the discipline of continuing to paint, draw, because thanks to experimentation, inspiration returns. There is never a plan, everything is part of the unknown (spots, lines, frottage etc.). Taking …
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Angel of the Paths Claudia Vila Molina
I will open my eyes once more, When the stars dwell in our bodies, And a drop slipped through the skin, Suspend all reefs high.
René Ortega Space Map
Inner space, mathematical entities, organic architecture and time doors from the liminal mind of artist René Ortega