Original and Inspirational Art
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 | | Scenery done within the surreal realm. |
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Beaverton, OR 97006
United States
| Born in San Diego 1972
1973 Age 1: My first abstract piece done in gerber carrot and pea. I thought it was well executed. Mom had a different opinon.
1975 Age 3: Experimented heavily with the Crayola brand. Completed several abstract pieces on my bedroom walls, toys, clothes and other household items.
1982 Age 10: Using my Crayola watercolor set. I complete a fair number of oddball pieces. My style shifts from abstract to surreal. Grandma is impressed I can paint within lines. I take up sculpture with my legos.
1984-1986 Age 12-14: I shift to graphite and color pencil and develop cartoon characters. I gain recognition amonst my peers and voted best artist of my class.
1987-1991 Age 15-18: I shift to Tempura. I start to trully discover my abilities, and recognize my potential. I take several art classes and complete more pieces in the surreal style. One painting took me a full school year to complete. It is now in private collection. Mom has it.
1992-1993 Age 19-20: Another shift,... |
| What do I take ?
What do I take with me when I pass on?
nothing
What do I have that is really mine then?
nothing
I don't even take my body.
nor my hair
or my skin
not even the warm color of my eyes
everything I make
and anything I take
all stays right here when I turn to heaven
Every face I ever painted
every breath that I have taken
every word I ever wrote
and every one of these love notes
I leave it all right here when I turn to heaven
If we came in with nothing
and we take nothing
and we... | | The Human Gene
There was once a time
Where I didn't like the brown in my eyes
I wanted blue ones
Like those of my friends
I remember how I hated my curly dark locks
I wanted straight blond maybe light brown or so I thought
Cause I wanted to be like my friends
Cause I just wanted to fit in
Growing up in the pacific northwest
I hated the fact I was of Mexican/Chilean descent
I remember once my best friend said
"Of all people……I hate Mexicans"
And I said nothing and did
Nothing….
Maybe that's why we... | | The Tree of Dreams and Reality
Sometimes I need an escape from my reality
Conscious to the sub, lies a fine line in between
I love to live on this edge
Cause theres my fantasy just over the ledge
And my mind shifts back and forth
Take me to wonderland, my foot to the pedal to the floor
This is what you do
And this is who you are
I except this gift of creation
Hone in on your gift son and it will take you far
So I paint and draw within my head
And I study the world till I lay down to bed
Then it hits me soon enough
My... | | Where Red meets Blue
Where red meets blue
birth to the passion purple hue
red studies all the things you do
and blue does the same thing too
while red is radical
blue is methodical
it's a cosmic connection
of love that's infectious
red is bright and its bold
and shines like gold
it's passion like fire
not one to retire
He wears his heart on his sleeve
Always jumps in with both feet
Throwing caution to the wind
Opening himself to be hurt again
Red has a furnace within him
And it burns hot like an engine... | | The Man Within
The Man Within
This goes out to anyone and everyone
and nobody in particular
It goes out to those in my past,
My present
And those who are still yet to come
It is about you,
But more importantly it is about me.................................
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There is a battle that brews inside
It lives in my heart, and grows in the mind
I've been gone for so long, that
It seems I'm learning who I am
And where I stand
With... |
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