A pulso
Freehand
freehand work, 2020-Present
And then there comes an unthinkable day where nothing is like it always was.
No Todo Está Perdido
Not Everything is Lost
*Translated*
What makes you feel free?
Adventure of wishing a light fantasy
that's lost
that could have been
Pleasure
(finally) calls
We were cowards
Yes you can.
Think less.
The future is
here now
Simple
Mix and excess A classic
"Yes we can. Yes we can change
Go back
to eternity
Begining in zero
Reinvent the present
Looking at the Future
Naked skin
enjoy the sun
Inspire and
Respire
It's never too late to become
a Legend
Over there
towards the future
Go back to the sun
Celebra the Thousand lives
Achieve Happiness
This is not any fantasy It is not
he get't looks her too
how do we make the gamble begin?
Will they be jealous? Advice It doesn't matter
Finding new paths conquering the world
Leaving everything behind right now
living intensely . If you have the fortune of finding love remember it's more important
Before it didn't matter.
Attention!We can take hold of our future
Corona
Vamos (Viendo)
Let's (See)
*Translation*
Hello Artist
In love with the world
out of the ordinary
in movement
imposible at heart
What's most complicated is trying to explain
the excess Guilty
"The world has managed a delicious mix
to know the secret
enjoy and begin
Not all past times were better
Live the moment
This is the true story
Between us
We're good for the stage but bad for dialogue
Don't get lost
The key to change dance more
"perreo" is king. A god dominates the legend
change that Party, disco, and drugs - a trip to the stars-with the author Incredible an escape
The best moments
He's conscious of secrets. Point of view
"The bible is harmful for your health Careful
but it can wake up The reward the universe
Unique place Why me? The eyes Freedom is an island And Think Enjoy the challenges It's an adventure Drinking Intensely So What
The classic scandal plus obstacles Disco, Delirium, Sex, The future hugs the past Positive
The Question What the hell do we want
This is the story
You judge
Soledades
Solitudes
*Translated*
A few months ago I was thinking about that huge shortage in our language [Spanish] of not differencing, like the Anglo do, the words <<solitude>> and <<loneliness>> and instead agglomerating these two words into one: soledad. "Soledad" in the sense of solitude is an ability and a blessing which one cultivates; it's knowing how to value your own company and nurture from it. Loneliness, is instead, a sickness that one has. And today I read a good column by Joseph Epstein (the prodigious intelectual, not the pedophile financier) who also highlights this distinction and adds that the solitude that has been imposed by the virus can't be enjoyed in the same way since it has been imposed. The column begins with a phrase I'll subscribe: An aptitude for solitude, I have come to believe is one of the grand gifts. (Originally I had written "a phrase which I subscribe" but then I doubted about how one should use the verb "suscribe(ing)" in this context so I searched- you know where- and it turns out that it is not used in a pronominal manner and it does not function with an indirect object but a direct one. <<I suscribe his words>>, for examples.) God bless Reguetón, amen, like JBalvin said and I ask him that in addition he blesses grammar as well. (I pray to god, not JBalvin, even though youths confuse the two.)
https://www.nationalreview.com/magazine/2020/06/01/alone-again-unnaturally/
In Bogotá there's a neighborhood that is called La Soledad. There is a famous quote in a Calamaro song that says <<the coin was dropped on solitudes side>>. There are millions of woman in our America that are called Soledad, between them a Spanish teacher I had in sixth grade. There is a town in the state of Atlántico that is named Soledad. In Soledad, Atlántico is Barranquilla's airport in the same way that in Rionegro, Antioquia is Medellin's main airport, or like in Palmira, Valle is the airport of CaliColombia, Caliwood, Calidoscopio, Clicalabozo, etc. I'm sure there is a singer of reguetón of urban champeta who's name is <<Soledad la Creizy>> or something like that that I don't know about yet because it has not been a part of my Weekly Discovery. (Now that I think about it this Weekly Discovery is one of the only good things machine learning has brought to my solitude). Any-who: solitudes are everywhere in our neighborhoods, names and songs, but not because of this do we stop and think about their meanings. Oh, and I almost forgot: there's also the book about the one hundred years of that.
-Lorenzo Muñoz
(Ahahah regarding solitude, in a bit I'll send you a note from two days ago)
Special thanks to Lorenzo Muñoz for letting me transcribe his thoughts.
Sueñe
Dream
Esto Es Un Mensaje Personal
This is a Personal Message
Le Grand Jeu
The Big Game
“Mathematicians call them twin primes: pairs of prime numbers that are close to each other, almost neighbors, but between them there is always an even number that prevents them from truly touching. Numbers like 11 and 13, like 17 and 19, 41 and 43. If you have the patience to go on counting, you discover that these pairs gradually become rarer. You encounter increasingly isolated primes, lost in that silent, measured space made only of ciphers, and you develop a distressing presentiment that the pairs encountered up until that point were accidental, that solitude is the true destiny. Then, just when you’re about to surrender, when you no longer have the desire to go on counting, you come across another pair of twins, clutching each other tightly. There is a common conviction among mathematicians that however far you go, there will always be another two, even if no one can say where exactly, until they are discovered. Mattia thought that he and Alice were like that, twin primes, alone and lost, close but not close enough to really touch each other. He had never told her that. When he imagined confessing these things to her, the thin layer of sweat on his hands evaporated completely and for a good ten minutes he was no longer capable of touching anything.”
Collage
RISO printed- 2 screens
Le Grand Jeu is a print inspired by the game of love. The back of the pint is a plot of prime numbers created by software engineer Robert Sacks in 1994 on an Archimedean spiral.
The front of the print contains a graph of prime numbers (top right) and prime numbers (bottom left). The text is from Paolo Giordanos novel The Solitude of Prime Numbers.