puertas de Buenos Aires

These last days,a friend of mine that was in vacations in Buenos Aires for a period of time,told me about one of the grat things about the wonderful city of Bs As: doors.Yes,the doors throughout the city are amazingly beautiful and ,after checking about 100 pictures,I've decided to make a serie of paintings with doors. Women interactivating with doors.With their surroundings.Doors can be a way out,or a way in.In our daily lifes we use doors to pass diferent stages in our daily lives. SSo I'm busy with It,with their surroundings .

Working on this new painting..About a black woman holding to a little white girl.She's the one who raised her, even though she belongs into another world. A world of different social status, but in her heart, she cries out for her " mummy", the person who really gave her love, confort and made her feel safe in those stormy nights.


She's her Mummy. And she knows it.

Yesterday I've been painting all day..need that feeling of creating a new work,this time related to social conflicts. The painting I'm working on depicts a black woman holding in her arms a white,blond little girl which Is bond to someone around them.the little girl is not her daughter,but shes the one who raised her. True love Is given by someone else instead her own mother.

Little girl

Today, I am working in new paintings..These ones will be related to social unfairness, people who deserve to be happy, children  who should not have to beg for food or shelter or ueducation, motehrs who raise their children alone, without the basics to feed them or even nurture...LOVE is important, and also welfare, charity and one feeling that is important, special, inteligente.

Weeks ago I saw a movie about the black women , maids in the 60's , who had toserve a society full of white women, who treated them like 2nd hand people, almost slaves..But these brave women, they were the ones ending up raising their children, while they were to busy playing Poker.

My next paintings will be a tribute to all these women, all these children who deserve a better life.

(Todavia no me olvide de ti, pequena nina en Guanajuato)

La experiencia en guanajuato ha sido fantástica y todavía siento el calor de todo lo que recibí de esa gente!

En Guanajuato, Mexico...

Y aqui estoy en Guanajuato, Mexico, desde hace 5 dias. La experiencia esta siendo de lo mejor y todo lo que ya pude sentir , experimentar, ver y escuchar valen la pena.

La exposicion fue un trememendo exito!!!! El Miercoles fui entrevistado para la MB Television, del estado de Guanajuato, y despues salgo en el periodico mas grand deel Estado, el  a.m! M siento muy humilde con toda esta experienia, y la verdad el Viernes resulto ser lo mas cautivador posible.

Guanajuato es una ciudad preciosa! Tienen sus callejones, sus gentes, su comida, me harto de caminar y conocer..claro, hay tambien la otra cara de la moneda..la pobreza no s hace sentir tanto como en el DF, pero..aun asi vi una escena q me parte el corazon..Una niña, no mas de 5 añitos, pidiendo esmola en la calle..de tanto haber estado alli, sus bracitos ya se cayan por estar tanto tiempo de brazo estndido..y su mirada... esa mirada de una niña triste, de una niña que podria y quereria estar haciendo 1001 otras cosas, pero qu tenia que estar alli, pidiendo een una calle, sin que nadie l de atencion..le di 10 pesos, pero...no compra su felicidad.

podria ser mi hija alli, de brazo estendido, o mi hijo. Y estas cosas solo me hacen agradecer  la increible suerte que tengo de pertenecer a una otra clase..pero aun asi, soy igual que esa niña. Tambien yo estendo mi brazo pidiendo esmola, pidiendo atencion d gente que tiene el poder.


Todos somos niños.

Y todos somos esa niña.