Chaos

Shapeless Potential

Shapeless: that’s our nature. Formless is the rudimentary primary structure of human intention. We don’t act on it.

We don’t allow our chaotic frame of thought to rule our lives.

We constantly fight against it. It’s a war of many battles… We need to triumph over our corporal impulses and desires, overtake our emotions, forego the ego, be disciplined, etc.

We are armed with consciousness, that’s how we attack such enmity. It’s a weapon we cultivate further with stillness, reflection, philosophy, psychology, history, knowledge, and experience. Yet, it is undeniable that our core values are formed culturally. Even if we are not (and maybe we ought not to be) religious.

After all, isn’t that what Genesis I proposes? That God gifted us with Christ and language with the aim of imposing order over our chaotic potential?

Musashi

This painting is a commission, it’s the second painting this collector gets from me, he’s such a great person to work with because he gives me a concept he wants but he completely trusts my process and aesthetic from thereon. I guess it’s the point of choosing an artist in the first place, but not everyone acts that way, they try to control the outcome and that’s not how great art is made.

He wanted me to do a painting based on the book Dakoto written by Musashi.

If you’re not familiar with it Musashi was a Japanese warrior who later on became a Buddhist and writer. In Dakoto he writes about the principles he learned through life. There’s a lot of criticism to what he concluded, but overall there’s great wisdom too.

Musashi became famous by challenging the fighting methods used until that point and using two swords instead of one. Sometimes even wood ones. He always won. That’s why I used the cross katanas to represent him in the painting.

In the background you can see the Kyoto gates passway, they were thought to be protective against evil forces, they represent wisdom and they belong to where he did. Their intention was the same intention Musashi had when leaving behind his books and wisdom to us.

Farewell New York City

I have this feeling, 

That this goodbye

Is not forever.

I have this feeling, 

Those memories

Were left 

To be made.

I need 

to let you go.

Life in the city 

Became a strain 

Of toxic love. 

Life in New York

Became trapping 

Instead of the 

Infinite breadth

Of opportunities 

I used to see. 

You gravely hurt me,

But you made me stronger. 

You pushed me 

Into really dark oceans,

But you taught me to navigate.

You crushed my dreams, 

But you pointed me 

To the path of resilience. 

Im grateful,

For you 

New York,

A rose. 

To part ways 

In peace.