Painting: “Sad Story No.1" 2015 (80 x 50cm, acrylic on cardboard).
Most of the time I am asked (especially from people who didn’t know that my passion is painting and photography) how I get the time to do all this, to paint, take photographs, work proposals for exbhibitions, gather artists and open exhibitions. Well, the answer is very simple, I have no free weekends!!! (hehehe well only when I’m fully dedicated to a project), then, most of the time, a lot of ideas, projects and also business (why not?) are in my mind, so I take the time to select the one I will work on.
But all of this wouldn’t be possible without the help of my favorite writers Yoana Vargas Magaña and José Ernesto Sotuyo Andrade (Sorry guys! I know I’m very demanding giving you very short time for a writing). They are always willing to contribute to any art project I have in mind, and let me tell you something, their writing and short stories really make the paintings and photographs be alive.
This time I present the paintings titled “Sad Story No.1” and “Your eyes in my mirror”, both inspired in Yoana’s short stories, the first one is in English and there is also another painting inspired by this writing previously posted in this art blog; and the second one is written in Spanish and it is dedicated to all those women who due to severe situations had to run away from foreign countries and leave their children in there (tough decision, isn’t it?).
“Yo apenas te recuerdo, recuerdo tus ojos cada vez que me miro al espejo y odio tenerlos, siempre ahí recordándome que decidiste dejarme.”
Fragmento del cuento “Tus ojos en mi espejo”
I hope you like these painting as well as their respective short story…
“Sad Story No.1.” by Yoana Vargas Magaña
Girl was sitting on the bench, it was a cold winter, she does not remember feeling that kind of cold before, it was not just her bones or her skin, it was a cold inside her soul that almost slowed down her heart beat till death, she was lost in her mind, watching birds fly over the cold lake, she was imagining how it would feel to have wings and be able to fly… fly and forget about everything… just feeling the warm wind stroke her face gently just as her mom used to do it before sleeping right after kissing her in the forehead… why do we have to leave home so early? She asked herself, birds live with their families all their life and no one thinks that is weird or not appropriate, as we the humans perceive this action, why do we have to follow the human rules?… in the end it is a simple bunch of humans the ones who made them, so why do we have to do what other humans decided it was the correct thing to do?.
She sat there until the night came, tear drops froze right away, she started to walk into the lake. Ice was getting thinner and thinner beneath her feet, she felt how pain disappeared with every step… she knew this was the only way… wounds in her soul will never heal… they say that “Time is the best master… shame that kills their disciples”, for sure she will not commend this task to time. Finally ice broke, she closed her eyes and sank into the cool depth. She finally got her wings. She broke the human rules.
One thing you should know from your life, there are two things.
Either yes or no…
Explanations do not mean anything
Because if I go away from this world
and give hell lot of good explanations…
at the end of day what matters is if I can come back
and the answer is… No
This following painting expresses the reunion of a mother and a daughter (who was raised by her father) after several years of being apart due to the mother had to run away from the foreign country where her daughter was born mainly because of a cultural severe situation where she could not take her with her. In the end, the daugther can’t deny her origin and resemblance because they both have the same eyes (and hopefully a different destiny)…
Painting: “My eyes in your mirror" 2015 (80 x 50cm, acrylic on cardboard).
“Tus ojos en mi espejo” por Yoana Vargas Magaña
– ¿Y porque nunca regresaste?
– No pude, dijo entrecortadamente, agachando la cabeza rápidamente, como quien busca esconder algo, mientras tanto su barbilla temblorosa delataba que con gran esfuerzo contenía unas lágrimas muy pesadas, llenas de recuerdos y de miedo. – Dijo que si lo hacia él iba a…
– No digas más por favor, no quiero que digas nada sobre él. Él ha sido todo para mí. Yo apenas te recuerdo, recuerdo tus ojos cada vez que me miro al espejo y odio tenerlos, siempre ahí recordándome que decidiste dejarme.
Ella no dijo nada, la miraba como si se tratase de un ángel hermoso, una inmaculada aparición que no puede tocarse por más que se desee. Finalmente dijo: – Yo también recuerdo tus ojos cada vez que me miro al espejo y amo verte por lo menos ahí.
I realy hope you enjoyed the paintings along with the short stories and thank you for reading this second post of 2016!
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I would like to thank my great team in life, my family that a deeply love, Gerardo Vargas Hernández, María Elena Magaña Sánchez, Lupita and Yoanita Vargas Magaña.