“Night get cosy and tiny lights are never enough tables stay flat in darkness sounds in wide distance night and blue clouds slim sad lights across the street lost and happy just outside the door the boy run to the car the girl standing under hot bulb Day …
The work explore the hypocrisy of contemporary society. We live in a culturally polarized society, creating gaps among social classes and the birth of a new social class: the forgotten ones. They are millions. Metropolitan areas like LA are plagued by homeless, gun violence, gang violence, war, social injustice, racism, classism, mental health and substance …
There is a common meaning among all humans on earth. There is a common sense of justice and injustice for the working class all over the world. There is a need from people to talk directly to their representers in the government. That never happens, excepted for rare cases in the history. What we see …
Metropolitan environment represent the fulcrum for wild capitalism and the hypocritical acceptance of its side effects on our mental and physical health. Shopping, possessing, desiring, are mere indoctrinating forms of (mis)education which starts at the very moment we come to this world. We shop as we …
spray paint acrylic on paper “The man with fat face He came from the cold, standing in the cold just few miles from heaven and one ride towards hell They dreamt of landscapes set up on fire safety was down the valley brother and sisters flowers and smiles at the slaughterhouse …
“Red color of passion red color of blood clean and ready to get dirty who is laughing after all? I am sitting and waiting it’s all fine tonight, it seems legs are sketching sweet motives deep, blind light from the screen I take a look at …
POLITICAL NUDITY ACRYLIC, GEL INK, GRAPHITE, PRINT ON PAPER ©2019 “Modern leaders made out of fluffy nostalgia old shit as contemporary chocolate Sad politicians Seen on tv odd men licking old men we praise the past and invisible lies can’t be exposed camouflaged for …
“I have seen the world through the thick glass of the windows millions of cars and solitary, maybe desperate souls stuck inside
“white mouth strikes again the blue eyes looked familiar the fathers’ eyes the old continent
” It seems so distant, so far away on the other side of the ocean I am detached I am distracted I am not a viewer