Mysterious fog in New York city (2018)
oil on canvas
You think that asphalt and cement are sterile or without substances? … And these buildings in the city that have fun scrutinizing the atmosphere of the spheres hovering above our heads, and cover the space of Direct and clever traits in their plans to tell history to the contemporary, have you looked at them well? The lighthouses of the cars that deal with crossing the wall of time, to go cross a precious moment, faster and further, elsewhere, than here. Is the illusion perfect? Here, we dance, we cry, there we talk, yesterday we laughed, tonight we shout. And tomorrow. Does not exist. Not really. But yet everything, everything is lost in the mist of the evening. The fog besieges the matrix and amplifies the atomic pixels, in their most secret scent of life, that can be ignored so easily, through the carousel jungle of the temporal spaces, eager for expansion. Look through the halos of atmospheres that assimilate the scene and scenarios, like a quantum phantom net!
The mystery get the best of everything, when the city puts on its exotic and nebulous dress with the transparent net of the imaginary, which gives a glimpse of the living eye of a present, to the visionary eye of a seismic and unfathomable silence of life, in these tunes of the soul love, that everything and all search tirelessly. The city, tangled and curious, extends its oaths and serpentines in eternal moments. Well-marked moments of the seal of magic, with the flags of stars so delicious of the mystical game of intelligences, which see and breathe to their senses. Who ventures to deliver the locks of each stroke of time to the base of the present, in his unknown moments as much inspired than intriguing.
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