Imperfect kosmos

The universe reflected in your eyes... When you look at infinity, infinity looks back at you showing your weaknesses

Melted Kosmos
50 cms diameter. Acrylic/watercolour on canvas.

"Slightly dizzy, I rest my head on her shoulder. I don't know if it's the beer, being by her side or the point that you want to merge with me. Why have you chosen me? I start to see blur, colors that mix creating new ones that I never knew. I grab her arm to find an anchor. It does not work. Why have you chosen me? I feel my body rise slightly towards you, Kosmos. I'm afraid you're winning the game."

Final Kosmos
50 cms diameter. Acrylic/watercolour on canvas.

I start to see a dark rain It is not you who causes it. My eyes begin to cry memories They want me to be empty to make room for you. I look at my hands, but I don't recognize them. I see my arms, but I don't feel them. I have you in front of me, but I don't know who you are... Is this ceasing to be? Is this what they call dying? Tell me what I have to feel. I'm lost.

Asymmetric Kosmos
50 cms diameter. Acrylic on canvas.

«Tumbados en la hierba por la noche, esperando que empiece la famosa lluvia de Perseidas. Giro mi cabeza y te miro atenta cómo buscas una estrella fugaz para pedir un deseo… Yo ya tengo el mío cumplido. Miro de nuevo al infinito y me doy cuenta que él también me devuelve la mirada… No le gusto, me ve imperfecto. No completo, totalmente asimétrico…»

Imperfect Kosmos
50 cms diameter. Acrylic on canvas.

You keep staring at me while you challenge me. Can you look? You tell me openly how imperfect I am, how far I am from being that person that I claim to be. You, the Everything, stop showing off and turn off the light. I´m tired

Eclipse
80×100 cms. Acrílico sobre lienzo.
(NOT AVAILABLE)

«And here I am. But, where are you? I can't see you but you are. You notice me but you don't feel me. How can I be present being nothing? That's it, NOTHING So this is the light in the tunnel? So this is death? I feel calm, life always scared me This is not the night, just an eternal eclipse.»