June 2019


The closest feeling of a Paradise:

The second movement, Adagio Assai, Concert in G major for piano and orchestra of Maurice Ravel; in particular the fourth minute section. We all live in a jail but this is a liberation, although just for a brief eternity.


First Law of Modern Society

First Law of Modern Society:
"Do not think" (Keep your self within The Matrix)


About classical sculpture conceived as landscapes

Have a look at my recent work about classical sculpture conceived as landscapes: click here



Painter meets the jogger

New ways to see the Odl

Is it a valid way to give testimony to Rothko?

Sculpture as a landscape.III

Part of the essay: "Sculpture as a landscape" , to see the complete series click HERE


Sculpture as a landscape.II

Part of the essay: "Sculpture as a landscape" , to see the complete series click HERE

Sculpture as a landscape

Part of the essay: "Sculpture as a landscape" , to see the complete series click HERE

El niño que siempre seré De la Serie "La Escultura Como Paisaje "

La esquiva Libertad

Stamps from solitude and time

Scholium III: Reading What Was Never Written

Are "Readymades" of Marcel Duchamp dead? I don't think so .

Two essays about Hockney Pools

A la Hockney: Pool Essay

Homage to David Hockney

Tiber close to Testaccio: beyond the Rome as a Theme Park.





About Glosolalia

"Poetry possesses its object without knowing it while philosophy knows its object without possessing it"
Giorgio Agamben

Day dreaming

My words

"Thinking means: setting sail. How they are set is important. Words are sails. How they are set makes of them concepts" (W.Benjamin)

Our Time: The loss of experience i

We are empty in the humdrum daily life .

"𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟,
𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛,
𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑗𝑎𝑚; 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑠
𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡;
𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛,
𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒;
𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟,
𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑦𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑡,
𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠".

Agamben

Rhythms

Everything is rhythm, the entire destiny of man is one heavenly rhythm,
just as every work of art is one rhythm,
and everything swings from the poetizing lips of the god

Hölderlin