White Mountain

White Mountain

Hold on to your sorrows
Make home in your silence
Surface is salvation
Prevail
Belong
Retrieve
Retain
Dreams overkilled again
And piled in white mountains



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Death Clock

The Clock of Death

All is white in a burning world
JOYS OF an endless morning
All your fears are possibilities
You know, time lies
We're older BUT NOT WISER
Not enough to know when a kingdom is falling
Clouds in cold skies
We, ash from old fire
These are our dark works

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What Rides Through Silver Skies

What Rides Through Silver Skies

Here is where we are.
Ahead, the past. Quiet lights.
Let go your dreams and days.
Break out through songs and nights.
Silent waters wash our minds.
Leave now.

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The only difference between dream and reality is continuity. Another night, another dream. Another day, same life. And if the dreams start being like a continuous journey, you'll have two lives to live at once, and that is more than you could handle.

Spatial Mind Frame

Spatial Mind Frame

Winds. Invisible. Ground sleeping. Shades and rivers arms.
Grayscale dreams in white days. Counting suns. Returning.
Return.

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Another of my "not so new" visual trips, now reassembled in a new set of layers. I added some effects in order to obtain a more expressive texture. A short text again. Just a few words I thought were needed to paint a more interesting scenario. This image is also smaller than usual.

Send/Receive

Send/Receive

Here's how I know your eyes are there:
The skies are on fire.
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If you don't have the key, if you don't have the code, why do you want the message?


Note: Two posts in a day! Has anyone noticed it?...No?...Anyone...?

10%

10%

You stand so strong. My eyes must close.
Say your name.
I know it is Night.


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An older work here. I've created this one not a long time ago. Now it has found its place as part of my site collection. Actually, a simple manipulation of two or three pictures. Blended they resulted in this dark and fluid piece which is called 'Unreachable'.

Life File Verification Done

We pulse to keep the pace
This road of eternal steps, and more and faster steps
Precisely now I am there in the waters of the past
As if I was past myself
Closing mouth of the universal conversation
As if I was the hours raining through rusty days
And carved stones

Not to chase time, but surround the time inside us
And burning fast the leaves of a dead season
Light says ciao to Now in a ghost station
And waves a clandestine goodbye
From dark to darker chapters
Towards the prologue
Of all hesitating and completely constructed life

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NOTE: Due to a problem in my scanner machine, for a while I won't be able to digitalize my paintings. So, unfortunately I have give a break in my "Handscapes" series...I've been trying to solve this inconvenient, but due to my lack of time (I've been working a lot these last weeks) I'm afraid it will take some days more. So, I will continue the posts from this point bringing to you some traditional Photo based works. In this moment I'm out of options, but the Handscapes will come back as soon as possible and the collection of paintings will be completed. Stay connected...

Silent Parades

Silent Parades

Wait and see. Now, here they come. Not a sound. This hours are dead.

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Time/Dust Convertor

Time/Dust Convertor

We can't handle Time. Not in time. Dust to Dust.

I made this picture using paint for fabric over paper. Then I made some changes, digitally, in the color tones and included some samples. Not bad for a first experiment. More to come...

Handscapes

Handscapes

From now on I bring to you a new sequence of images, this time with some different aspects. First of all, this will be my first attempt to do something I've been planning on doing for quite sometime: show some handmade work. But... as I am not a painter, I decide to combine my paintings in paper with some digital manipulation. Hope you enjoy this new and strange journey through this handmade landscapes.

PS.: Sorry for the delay in the posts. Too much work in my last year of graduation. I also have been traveling a lot recently. I'll try to be more present here now, I promise.

Riddle of Hearts

Riddle of Hearts

And they bless me with their fingers crossed.

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Well, this picture puts an end to this "Intermezzo". Unexpectedly, this sequence turned out to have a kind of connection, though this was not my original plan. What's coming next? Let's see...

Overture

Overture

Death offers us n arms.
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And Life only one hand...

Not fair? HA!

Bloody Marvel

Bloody Marvel

Only the living bleed.

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So, bleed to feel alive! This is getting more and more funny ...

(Do plants bleed green? ...)

It's Over Over Here

It's Over Over Here

The enemy is me
The killer is me
This army is me


A bizarre but very nice old/burnt effect. Words treated like image. Another example of simplicity. A war is over, a war begins...

Arrival/Departure

Arrival/Departure

Counting suns... fast and then faster until time stops.

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This picture has an unusual combination of colors, I think. I gave up trying to understand what inspiration is and where it comes from. I heard that we never perceive colors the same way. It must be true.

Self-portrait with Mask

Self-portrait with Mask

I am what I've done...

NOTE: I was planning to post something last week, but I had to rehearse and travel to perform a concert with one of my bands. Now we are returning to our normal (?) programme...

Intermezzo

Intermezzo

This week I'm going to start another sequence of posts with some brand new material. There will be not a specific theme. The images will be connected, of course, but again in a subtle manner. About the words, the musical and literary references will be there, as usual. I call this new collection "Intermezzo".And it will be like a pause inside a long song...

Leitmotif ( or I Hear Only )

Leitmotif ( or I Hear Only )

We look at ourselves and to the rest of the world. One may say the whole thing was supposed to work. I'm not quite sure. That's why sometimes I watch only. I hear only. It's not my part having those answers. Wasn't everything said before? They could solve this puzzle in one day but I'm too far now ( maybe in both, space and time ). It's not anymore a question of who's right. 'Keep it dark'. 'I'll just keep my mouth shut'. Struggle, struggle. It's all right. But never cheer before you know who's winning.

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So, that's it! Here are the last but not least... With "Hollogram" and "Hollow Green" I bring my 'Twin Series' to an end. When I started this little project I didn't know where it was going to, but now I can say it was a very interesting experience and I'm very proud of this collection. A 'visual family album'. I hope you all have appreciated this artworks as much as I have ( No way! ) .

As I said before in a few days I'll be starting a new project. I'm already working on it... ( allright, allright, I was going to begin tomorrow!) and I hope to increase my rate of posts, probably two new posts by week. Stay around. And keep your distorted points of view on Opaque-Destination...The risk is all yours.

Tsatare's Theme

Days, days...In the visible distance, shine as flame and voice. Fearless. Your hands have been like this since that distant morning. Days. And fate? Stay on the road. This bridge crosses two rivers. Fate is another legend...


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I hope to publish another post in one or two days. It will be the last post from my "Twin Series". What's coming next? I definitely don't know. But I've been thinking in something darker, I must say... Well, you'll have to wait and see. For now, enjoy this little double enigma. HA! I think right now, this one is my favorite.

Garden Stormgod

Garden Stormgod

Who cares if we are not forever? Who would plant where nothing grows? There are so many hours in half a life and still a life is short. It's not a ghost what you see at night. And it's not the sun, that silent heat. Just another turn of the Earth. Elliptically complete. All is youth and strenght. For the world is just born. Why did we open our eyes? The traveller names his way...

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I always wanted to create an image that seems incomplete (part blank). I like the effect and this is one of my favorites now. A nice combination of black/white and colors.

I had a crash in my computer and that's because this post is late. Now it is OK, so I hope to publish another post as soon as possible.

Summerlands

Summerlands

The ground rises up until it touches our feet
And so we walk to find the ghosts of the summer
Our senses tormented by the sound of the sun
Like larvae of ourselves and children of dead men
In valleys of green fire
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Here we have another strange pair. These twins came from an old picture taken a long time ago.Now I decide to use parts of it to create this two flowing (or floating) images. Somehow they remembered me an old collection of illustrated books I used to read when I was young. Together they were a kind of Encyclopedia with thousands of images and historical notes, from the "cavemen" to the conquest of the moon. Cool! Of course the illustrations were as different from these as a 'hypercube' from a rabbit, what makes we all think: "What the fuck has it to do with this post?".

PS.: The words in this post came out from an old poem I wrote some years ago to use as lyrics to a song. Of course I never get to write a song as weird as this words.I wonder what I was thinking...

The Purpose of Bravery

The Purpose of Bravery

You must hide yourself away. Here they come. The smiling killers. The kidnappers of your chances. The warriors of truth. The right/wrong officers. The sellers of general explanations. Stalking. Always talking. Never stopping. Whispering spells of sympathy. Examining. Analysing. Dancing the dance. Chanting chants. The grey traitors. The well behaved lifetakers. The inoffensive and good and old offenders. The trespassers. Crawling the carpets. Closing the curtains. Sitting. Eating. Never leaving. Don´t talk to them. Don´t rise your look. Walk faster. You can't go home. They pass through your garden. Scratching the window. The reasonable liars. Choosing the chosen. Methodologically prepared to be our contrary. Here they come. Must we go back? Or should we face them and then defy them and then defeat them and then show them how we are ready and strong at spirit? Show not a fear you don´t have. We'll all disappear someday. Make them know you. Make them remember. Stronger today. It's time to do a braver thing.

Doppelgänger

Doppelgänger


What are you?
Drawing in shadows
Reflected demon
Walking behind me in nights and summers
In a silent brotherhood we exist
What are you if not me?
There are days when we fight the unquiet battle
And then come days of secret escapes
We stand to watch the same and constant procession of moments
I stop and taste the road and then go back but still I'm there
Your footprints are mine
Brother in the infant days
One will be two
The first
And again the first
For two are one
Doubling me
What are you?
And wich of us has this life?
Am I the ghost of you?
For if I see you I'll Know I'm dead

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I chose "Seventh September" and "Minus Seven" to start my 'Twin Series'. They are like variations on a main theme. I thought of their names when I accidentally found an article or something like a list of persons who have numbers as names. (At least this time I am able to explain the image titles. Obviously, if you consider this an explanation)

Nonvanishing Twin Syndrome

Nonvanishing Twin Syndrome

This week I'll be starting a new sequence of posts. I like to call it "The Twin Series". Two images in one post. Two visions . Two angles. Two versions. Like in legends of 'evil twins', here we'll see a brotherhood in dissonance and yet in a subtle harmony. Sometimes it looks like you have two answers for the same question. Sometimes both are wrong. Sometimes both are right. So here I reveal this unidentical twin images . I think each one has its meaning and together, somehow, they work. Or maybe not.

Carve The Sky

Carve The Sky


To fly the wind
To burn the earth
And carve the sky.
















Subjective words to an objective image.
Maybe the most objective I've posted here.
Few words today, friends. Just feeling tired.

C'est Maintenant le Jour

C'est Maintenant le Jour

Let me see once more

From this rusty cell
I built from thoughts

That quiescent roads

And tired rivers

For now is the day

And tonight expects to be the night

When their faces come at mind

To haunt our hearts

And defeat with calm

Each and every one

Of our chances to believe

That we are truly alive

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This is called "Jour". I took the original photo from my room. I think there are days when we really want to see an unexpected thing (like this one here) when we open the window. But instead , the most of times, we just see the same old colours and shapes. What? A little LSD would help? Ha! Maybe "one of these days"...

Not Given Us To Know

Not Given Us To Know

Somethings are not given us to know.

Now, the strangest thing is that our whole lives can be driven by, motivated by or based on such things and on the will to know what we can't. And if you ask me what's the reason I'll say: the reason is not given us to know.

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I call this one "L'entité Cinq" ( the reason it's not...). Isn't it strange how, sometimes, some familiar places, people and objects suddenly seem quite different when viewed in different moments? Well, after all, is that not what life is about? Changing points of view? ...Whatever. An ordinary photo, in principle. I just made some changes in lights and darks . Again :"the simpler, the better". And I like the final result very much.

Rust Cleansing

Rust Cleansing

Well. well. well....Look who's back in action. After all this time...No, I was not in a deep coma! In fact I was just preparing new material and almost killing myself in the university. "Now I'm here, now I'm there"...Anyway, from now on I'll try to make the blog... let's say... weekly updated. Allright, allright, I know many of you don't believe me but I promise I'll try hard to keep an regular interval bettween the posts. You may think writing these posts it's not a big deal and it should not be a problem, however writing that few lines it's more difficult to me than making the artwork ! It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? I don't know , maybe I'm only trying to maintain a "standard", if I can say so, in this blog. So if I think a text or image it's not ok I'll always rather not to post it. Maybe it's one of the reason why my posts are not regular. Maybe not. Who knows? I sure don't. Well, forget it! "Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends!" and remember: an opaque destination awaits us...

Some notes:
- Now I use Photoshop 9 CS2 ( I got the power! )
- I currently have a "serious" job as a Designer ( they even pay me!!!! Ha!)
- Check out our brand new blog Mucicaltopsy at http://www.musicaltopsy.blogspot.com featuring old and new album reviews covering metal, progressive rock, and including some of our favorites artists and bands as well as relevant notes on music in all its aspects.
-See some of these images in my first youtube video introducing my musical one man project Transfinite ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-gWpZH7t38) . Not a video clip. Just a visual background for the song "End/Credits". Hope I can release the whole album someday HAHA! I'm kidding. The songs are really close to be finished and I plan to release the songs this month ( I'm serious!!!). Wait and see, I mean, hear...