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You are Being Abducted!


Imagine that you live in paradise – blue skies, azure waters, silky air and mojitos.  God’s own residence is just across the canal from you, so to speak. You can see him often sitting alone on his porch, staring at the distance.

If you are trying to be an artist in a place like this, you can choose to paint the world around you, of course – sunsets, coconuts, beautiful people. Or you can choose to look at it from a Heavenly vantage point – through the eyes of its creator.

The paintings in the Abduction series have been conceived as a  journey to a different dimension from where the world is seen like an entanglement of anthropomorphic or manmade shapes floating aimlessly in the void, where the time to move the eye from one frame to the next can be the difference between being and not being.

It is concerned with the idea that while humanity is absorbed in political, material and interpersonal squabbles, the planet is coming perilously close to the limit of its resources. That we, with all our possessions, ambitions, passions and complications, are nothing more than a grain of dust, a blink in god’s eye. It is an appeal to shift from our small minded point of view and re-define our values from a cosmic perspective.

My work is influenced by a tradition of expressive figurative painting starting from Michelangelo, to Caravaggio, Gericault and Lucien Freud.  I am seeking to create images which are imposing, imperative, even aggressive – this is not an invitation to quiet contemplation, but abduction to a place where the only option is to face reality, the point in space and time, where we cannot look the other way, as there is no other way to look.

The piece that you see here is titled Kingdom Come and reflects two moments in time, which for the human race may be separated by centuries, but are just a blink in God’s eye.

If you see something else, please let me know – there is no right or wrong here.

Eros and Thanatos

One day Man went to God and said: God, death sucks. Please remove it.  I dread it, I fear it, it brings pain, grief, loss – the worst things in life.  People use fear of death to manipulate, threaten, blackmail each other. In fact, when you think about it, Man went on pontificating, death is the cause of corruption, inequality and poverty. People want power and wealth, out insecurity – and what is insecurity if not, ultimately  fear of death?  Death is the source of all evil. I don’t want to die. I want to be immortal.

God said  fine, but then you will have to stop procreating, because if you continue, the world will become overpopulated and you will  run out of space and resources. It made sense of course.

So from that day on people stopped dying.  They did not die from old age or illness, nor  from wounds and injuries caused by accidents. They didn’t die even when  they did to each other the horrible things that used to kill them before.

They stopped procreating either. No new humans were needed, no babies had to be born anymore.  People continued copulating out of habit and it was OK but the infatuation, the burning desire, the throbbing heat of passion, seemed to be fading.  All that was obsolete. People did not have to be blinded by passion and break social conventions, prejudice and barriers, in order to mate in the most improbable and combinations. They did not elope, give up kingdoms, fame and fortune for love. Nor did they promise each other the moons and the stars, write poems and sing love songs.  That was before, when the whole carnival was needed to secure the continuation of mankind as a whole, not the immortality of the individual.  Love was replaced by the comfort of docile affection. All was good.

Gradually, humans grew less and less interested in sex.  Since nobody died anymore, after some time everybody knew everybody else. The immortal human brain had learned to use its untapped resources including its vast memory.  All immortals had met,  fallen in and out of love with each other in the distant past, had moved on and forgotten about it. But not about each other.  Everybody was old news to everybody else.  The thrill of novelty was gone too.

The immortal world  grew  tired and bored with itself to … what, death? Well, no. Death had been long gone, it was not even in the vocabulary. It was not there to complain about, to blame for all evil – not there even as a figure of speech.  Frustration crept in and started turning into anger.  Anger turned into rage, rage into violence.  Endless  violence, because death as  salvation was not there anymore.  It was ugly, stifling, unbearable – the world was on the verge of imploding. And this was bad.  So bad, that explosion seemed like a blessing. There was only one hope.

Man ran to God once more. The path was so overgrown he could hardly find his way. He arrived at the door.  It was locked and there was a faded sign on it:

You traded immortality for love.

That was me.

Too late, mate.

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Eros and Thanatos, 2014, Pastel and Acrylic on Canvas, 47 x 39″

Godly Testosterone

Shimal , 2011, acrylic, oil and desert sand on canvas, 90 x 110 cm

Shimal , 2011, acrylic, oil and desert sand on canvas, 90 x 110 cm

I spent in the desert 17 years living in one season  – constant, dry, unchanging summer. Warm, to hot, to scorching to Jupiterian . Never a cloud in the sky. Spare the occasional rain a couple of days in the year, the only weather you get is a sandstorm.  The landscape, arid and quite monotonous is full of life, but you have to look for it. The little that is shown on the surface is wind and haze. Makes you think that the God who created this landscape was a tired old man, grumpy and irritable, in a fit of impotent rage.

And then – bang!- overnight, I was in the Bahamas – right in the middle of the hurricane season. Nature here is intense – it rocks and rolls. The skies are never completely free of cloud, the rain pours, sometimes violently. Everything grows with a vengeance – you can literary hear the new branches  cracking as they split from the trees,  new leaves breaking from the buds. It is exhilarating, intoxicating, wild.  Godly testosterone at its peak. Look –

Genesis, Acrylic on Canvas, 47” x 35.4”   120 x 190 cm

Genesis, Acrylic on Canvas, 47” x 35.4” 120 x 190 cm

Yes, I painted the sea too, but that will another post.  

PS I am still a new blogger  battling with WP’s technicalities – no idea how to make my images larger without having to click on them. Tips appreciated.