Blinking Welter.

Eduardo Alvarado - how noble the existence of the matter and soul in this world can be.

LOL.

December 16. That was our last conversation by Facebook and Eduardo asked me my address to send few catalogs of his work and last exhibitions.

!!!! DECEMBER 16!!!!! .... and I only got this last Friday, August.

well.. I am not complaining only laughing and realizing...if there is one painter from Spain and a painter from Brazil involved in the process... things are going to happen and it will be great... but don't wait up..... instead, take a seat. We are too busy living our delightful lives and having fun and loving, and inventing things that only matter in a very particular way. Gracias and Obrigado.

Sun is shinning, love is calling, life is beautiful. Let people from boring freezing places hurry up with their stuff.

Jul

Jun

towards and towards

Mar

Die spinnen, die Römer

Die spinnen, die Römer – The Romans are crazy ( or something like that ).

lol !!!! wait… what?

She can’t talk to me like that. Where did she take this idea?

Happy new year everyone !!!!

Keep the good hard work and please ignore the fact I have procrastinated for two years.

I am only riding my bike in the most selfish fashion possible. I ask myself if it is a middle age crises…. hum… I have had middle age crises since I was 10 years old..

Jul

Caio Fern, 2014 , acrylic on canvas.

am i back to painting? uhh, i sincerely don't know.

i only wanted to do a nice ornament for the new umbrella box i bought yesterday,

it is made of wood and will be by the side of the front door, so i thought it would be a nice touch to paint an ornament to hang on the wall right upon it,

so i will see the real umbrellas' handles and see the painting upon it and my eyes are going to have an umbrellas' feast ...

Jul

Blinking Welter.

Feb

23; one to six that's my number.

23; one to six that's my number.

23; one to six that's my number.

Feb

passing under saguis - eke eke eke... read Ecclesiastes

Feeling the taste of every texture in the air. It is so hot. All thoughts melt under the weather.

No purpose before or after each step. So I ride... the stag any hunter will ever catch.

Nowhere is a place too close, I go further.

Here is the body in heat ready for the Rapture, the spirit ready for Heaven and today's dreams ready to be left behind with its vanity.

This house is going to be mine soon, I don't know how but it will.

A list of things to do.

A list of things to hate.

Dec