Clean Slate
Thursday, November 9
Carlo's works on my wall
Both paintings by Carlo Eustaquio. You can also find him here.
Painted with shimmery paint, the afternoon lighting doesn't show the delightful intricacies of this painting.
The words are from Havana-born Spanish poet, Jose Marti. Marti was also a noted journalist and painter of his time. He joined the revolutionary forces of Cuba, fighting for the independence of Cuba and equal treatment of Cubans and Spaniards in his homeland.
Marti's passion led to his death, shot in midday as he and a lone boy courier decided to charge a whole Spanish battalion by themselves.
Lines from his Versos sencillos before he died: "Que no me entierren en lo oscuro/ A morir como un traidor/ Yo soy bueno y como bueno/ Moriré de cara al sol." ("May they not bury me in darkness / to die like a traitor / I am good, and as a good man / I will die facing the sun.")
Breakfast at Tiffany's is one of my favorite books of all time. The movie is equally dear to me as Audrey Hepburn will always be the perfect Holly Golightly -- hopelessly flawed and tragic, but never pathetic.
There was never a doubt in my mind that this painting belonged to me, and everyday I look at it, I notice things such as how the sunglasses and keys shimmer in the light, and something about the words "cigarettes and sympathy" make so much sense.
I'm in love with words and pictures, pictured words, worded pictures. Maybe that's why I like comics so much.
You are not what you own, but the things you decide to surround yourself with says a lot about what you stand for. As physical and sensual as human beings are -- our need for community, our free will and higher state of consciousness that sets us apart from animals -- it's hypocritical to say the things we decide to own don't reflect parts of ourselves in some way.
For my part, having original art on my walls, paid for by my own hard-earned money, is my way -- no matter how seemingly inconsequential -- of giving back to the artist and the medium. My tiny contribution and statement that I want good art and creativity and beauty to flourish in an increasingly cynical and indifferent world.
Painted with shimmery paint, the afternoon lighting doesn't show the delightful intricacies of this painting.
The words are from Havana-born Spanish poet, Jose Marti. Marti was also a noted journalist and painter of his time. He joined the revolutionary forces of Cuba, fighting for the independence of Cuba and equal treatment of Cubans and Spaniards in his homeland.
Marti's passion led to his death, shot in midday as he and a lone boy courier decided to charge a whole Spanish battalion by themselves.
Lines from his Versos sencillos before he died: "Que no me entierren en lo oscuro/ A morir como un traidor/ Yo soy bueno y como bueno/ Moriré de cara al sol." ("May they not bury me in darkness / to die like a traitor / I am good, and as a good man / I will die facing the sun.")
Breakfast at Tiffany's is one of my favorite books of all time. The movie is equally dear to me as Audrey Hepburn will always be the perfect Holly Golightly -- hopelessly flawed and tragic, but never pathetic.
There was never a doubt in my mind that this painting belonged to me, and everyday I look at it, I notice things such as how the sunglasses and keys shimmer in the light, and something about the words "cigarettes and sympathy" make so much sense.
I'm in love with words and pictures, pictured words, worded pictures. Maybe that's why I like comics so much.
You are not what you own, but the things you decide to surround yourself with says a lot about what you stand for. As physical and sensual as human beings are -- our need for community, our free will and higher state of consciousness that sets us apart from animals -- it's hypocritical to say the things we decide to own don't reflect parts of ourselves in some way.
For my part, having original art on my walls, paid for by my own hard-earned money, is my way -- no matter how seemingly inconsequential -- of giving back to the artist and the medium. My tiny contribution and statement that I want good art and creativity and beauty to flourish in an increasingly cynical and indifferent world.
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