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Autosabotaje Cuando pensaba qué estudiar decidí que podría ser bueno en cualquier cosa así que me incliné por trazarme un futuro como químico, quise complacer a mi madre que veía con ojos prometedores a mi hermano que estudiaba físico-matemáticas "mis hijos son unos chingones" decía y lo peor es que le creí. Mi infancia estuvo basada en la competición, siempre estaba compitiendo con mi hermano mayor y siempre perdía por diferencia de edades. Como hombre debía ser siempre el mejor, no importaba que quisiera ser barrendero, tenía que ser el mejor barrendero de México; si me peleaba en la escuela y "perdía" madre me golpearía peor -por pendejo-, sacaba dieces o nueves porque si no me pegaba -por pendejo-, cuando algo me salía mal por intentarlo la burla caía sobre mí -por pendejo- y así. Aprendí que como hombre tenía que ser SIEMPRE chingón, fuerte, ganador, inteligente, capaz. Aprendí a competir por amor, a dejar a un lado mis necesidades para conservarlo, a tenerle miedo al fracaso, a menoscabar a otros para minimizar su potencial de ganarme, etc. Hice mío todo aquello que me dijeron, lo interioricé a tal grado que hasta se lo enseñaba a los niños de mi derredor. Entonces me hallé inscrito en mis prejuicios, fracasé en química, en mi relación de pareja, al elegir a mis amistades; no me soportaba ni a mí mismo y le tenía pavor a intentar nada, entonces entendí que lo que me llevó a ese punto fue lo que aprendí de niño y me lo creí -por pendejo-. . . . . . . . #masculinity #acrylicpainting #contemporarypainter #art_ curator #experiences #flesh #autosabotaje #conceptions #boxed #impressionism #contemporaryart #acryliconwood #figurative #figurativepainting #body #isaacCM (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpYLBvIgayT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=4qnvcqezrm9q

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The Poet E.E. Cummings once described the moon as "the Lily of the Heavens". Our word Lily comes from the Greek word Lilium which could mean "Pure", the Greeks called the flower Leirion meaning "True". The painter, Claude Monet very famously painted a collection of over two hundred and fifty impressionist art pieces of water lilies, that specific genus is called Nymphaea, which has the root of the Greek word Nymph, meaning bride. Some now use that word in relation to beauty. A large portion of Monet's paintings were created after the death of his wife, during and/or post-world-war-two. And some of these paintings as well were composed while he had cataracts. The products of the clouded vision of his eyes. I have been lucky enough to witness some of the paintings myself, some here in Indy, while we had them on exhibit during Newfield's "Monet and Friends", or on their permeant exhibit in Chicago, or in Cleveland or where have you. I think it's something so beautiful that we get to interact with art on these levels where our human experience is so contextual and subjective. Just so particular to us as singular individuals. Like you probably will view George Hitchcock's Calypso in a totally different light than I will. I will see it as a piece of art depicting a woman, mourning and grieving the loss of her lover Odysseus. Longing, Pining, Loving. You might just see it as a painting of a sea nymph, a "water lily" one might say now that you know some other words. But art is also objective, and out-of-context sometimes too. Monet states in his own observation and intention of his works “it would produce the illusion of an endless whole, of water with no horizon and no shore”. That is to say like the reach of their intention is finite, but our interaction and interpretation of it is in-finite. It is not definite. An “Endless Whole”. You might know that I, as an individual, I don't view grief/love, joy/sorrow as separate things. They are the same coin, and they buy into this great experience called life. And in contradiction to that, they are probably not too dissimilar as well to “water with no horizon or shore”. Monet probably painted these painting and thought of his wife, Monet probably painted and thought of the war going on around him. E.E. Cummings probably wrote his poems at about or around the same time Monet was painting his collection. While also(!) George Hitchcock was painting "Calypso". Isn’t that beautiful? The Rendering of Associations. I'd like to call it. If we use some entomologic arguments here based off of what I’ve told you in this ‘dissertation’ (jokingly, basically), one might be able build off what Cummings wrote as "the Moon, the true pure beauty of the Heavens.”. Like what have I spent the last five-hundred-some-odd words writing about here. Painters and Paintings? Poetry? Love? Loss? Have I been writing this to the Moon, or is it to you maybe? Or this to one particular special person right now that I think about in my reflections of the moon, or flowers or water? These ‘Illusions’ as Monet might describe or in my case here an allusion of a seamless image. “The Rendering of Associations of The Endless Whole of Life.”

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I’m sorry for the lack of updates. College is destroying me, but here’s a double update to make up for it.

Oxen Ploughing (1903) by Clarence Gagnon

The Seine at Bougival in Winter (1872) by Alfred Sisley

On the Suffolk Coast (1885) by Willard Metcalf

"One might take the tip of the pencil and magnify it. One reaches the point where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil tip is not solid; it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravity. Viewed at their actual size, the distances between these atoms might become league, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Of course not. Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity."

- Stephen King, The Gunslinger

Václav Radimský A reed growth, 1920 Oil on cardboard 66 x 78 cm Credit: The Athenaeum [Public Domain]