potentiality is a dormant state in all creative energy , this series explores the potentiality of form
 | | is there heaven on earth? how does that feel like? i have seen hell on earth what is the energetic field this state holds in all of us? |
 | | no longer a concept its an energetic fact |
 | | For more than 30 years there have been forces that were at play under neath the social stata in my hometown, in the last 10 years though it came out of the underground into a all out war between oposing grops of the underworld. first it was hundreds of women's corpses found in the desert; in the last couple of years drug cartels are battling it out for control of the cocaine trail to the US as well as copycats who tqake the law into their own hands. |
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 | | Are dreams portals of other worlds? now and then vivid dreams would allow me to paint who i have been in dreams, |
 | | water and the effect on our lives. |
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 | | Can cognitive dissonance be present in everysday life? this gallery is an attempt to evoque this question
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 | | an attempt on healing the death wish in all of us. |
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 | | work from that space if on can call it that |
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 | | experimenting with gravity and monoprinting; there where some good results. |
 | | once life recapitulated, the esssence of living springs out in everything that is perceived. |
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| Self taught Jose embarks with his intent as a healing tool for his personal trauma, this contribution attempts to arrange a shift in perception. It is through this medium that Jose facilitates his multiiverse. He shares his perspective on life, mystery and awareness with only one expectation: to provoke the viewer. Art is created as the viewer perceives. Only then, genuine communication occurs.
All surfaces are recycled materials discarded from shops, print shops and frame shops. Giving this discarded material a second opportunity is a reaffirmation that life gives us more than one path. Jose wants to believe all survivors are proof of this conviction. Jose Alfredo Trevino was born in the Southwest of the United States. He was raised in Cd. Juarez Chihuahua Mexico where the illusory search for “The American Dream” is broken by the reality in the obstacles of crossing the Rio Grand. Amongst this tragedy and resilience Jose lost himself in others' agendas. A trip to Mexico... |
| paying the price
We never had a chance...
Entrapped in all desires and wants, divided
We dim our perception to a latent state of awareness
There is no space for the living
Perhaps a somersault of thought could peek with in us
A chance to have a chance
Platform one... | | the healing
Ephemeral Conjuration
We started with a lye and still stood alive
Too many complications for a clear mind
No need to cash out, when there is a price for our eyes
It takes the same amount of energy to love than to hate
Be worried of any system that manufactures either of them
The henchmen carry the waste of our consciousness
If we do not say anything it does not mean it did not happened
a clip note society
What legacy is it that we have inherited?
Grab it while you can
As we have... | | some like it dark
Another one of those days where the rambling inanities turn poetic:
Death of this form which life clings
Remembrance of instances eons long gone
Where beings beckoned the essence of life on earth
There is still this longing that remains now and then
Like waves at the shore of the sea of awareness
In between worlds
Where I am waiting for myself
Myriads of voices
Muted consciousness
Constant noise of silence
Might and pain reign the day
Willing sheep march towards the slaughter
Reassured... | | wish I was there
It is their year for hating
So run like we've made it
And do not look back
Well maybe peek here and there
So the next attack shall not find us
I can take all you want me to
Naked we will still be
There is no patience for the immaculate
Always an improved hand
What we need is real
It will never happen while we stand
Mysterious contradiction
Will I be your potion?
And by this time you may wonder if I am friend or foe
For that silly... |
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