Sunday, September 18, 2016


Flying Veil. Oil on Canvas, 11" x 14". (c)2016
This painting is part of "Memories on Canvas", an on going series that it could read as a visual book. It compiles some memories from my personal story  that have been filed away in one of my imagination's drawers.
In this painting we see a woman looking at something outside the visual field of the viewer or she simply might be in an act of silent meditation. This state seems to prevent her from noticing that her veil, that wrapped her head and face, is flying away.

This happened to my mother while at church one spring Sunday late morning. I was few row behind my parents listening to a very boring preacher, one of those highly conservative evangelical preachers that had arrived to Buenos Aires with the intention to "teach" the Mennonites, how to behave and to be in the world. A kind of "666 pig" as I think of him.... My mind was in disgust and following a reverie of social thoughts when unexpectedly my mother's veil was caught by the breeze coming from an open door few feet in front of her.

Immediately my attention was pulled toward it. It was a nice view from where I was sitting. The silk veil contorted by the soft touch of a spring breeze; moving through patches of bright sunlight toward the ceiling. My mother did not notice. She was totally self-absorbed.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

"From the Center" - one of my latest book- has been updated

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Saturday, April 2, 2016


"Contemplation"-oil on canvas (detail)




-also ...there will be "The Secret Life of Hodge, the Bookstore Cat"
book by Suzanne Eurfurth & illustrated by me, for view
and/or purchase- 


Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Devil Fish

Devil Fish. Color Pencil on Paper.
From the series Devil Incarnate
(c) 2016

Friday, January 22, 2016


The opening of the group exhibit was last Friday 15th at the Life Force Arts Center (LFAC) and it runs till the end of April 2016.
You can learn more about LFAC and their events here:

The opening was great! A constant stream of people coming and staying for the duration of the opening. It was really an invigorating event!
One of the two paintings chosen for the exhibit was from the series: "Memories of a Long Past Gone"

"Mystical Triangle". Oil on Canvas. (c)

The series is an unfolding exploration of rituals and designs of the Diaguita Indians who lived on the American soil of Northern Argentina. Their culture developed between the 8th & 16th centuries in what are now the provinces of Salta, Catamarca, La Rioja, and Tucuman.
The Diaguitas were one of the most advanced Pre-Columbian cultures in Argentina. They were advanced in architecture and agricultural techniques. Their designs depict a commitment to finding an expression and manifestation of a spiritual life within the powerful simplicity of Mother Nature. They worshipped the Sun, the thunder and lighting. They were very good farmers and had many rituals related to earth fertility and life cycles. They also worshipped some animals such as the serpents, felines, ostriches, and related them to their agricultural success. 
In this series I used some of their designs and placed them in the midst of an overworked background symbolizing the struggles of our 21st century to find spiritual, emotional, and physical peace among all of us humans while traversing across this planet.
Fertilization of the Earth (c)

Awaiting the Rain (c)
Thunderbolt (c)

Ostrich Dancing Before the Storm (c)



I became aware of BRIGHT SIDE through a Facebook friend that posted a highly creative video from their page. So ... I needed to explore and I ended up on their website
Then I learned that this site is a group of people who has as a mission "to make the world a little bit better" by focusing on three principals: inspiration, creativity, and wonder.
The site is full of very intelligent, interesting, inspiring, creative, and funny videos that truly bring a smile to your face, heart, and soul.

I want to share with you their "ten simple ways to make drawing with kids fun and easy". I'm sure you will love it and the kids you share this with, will love it too!
Here is a pic:

A cow

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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Psychoanalysis: An Elegy by Jack Spicer (1925-1965)

I received the poem of Jack Spicer in an email from the psychology & art group that I'm belong. I find the poem very telling when comes to describe the process of introspection that takes place in a clinical consulting room, the spoken and unspoken world between the therapist and her/his patient, the playground of the unconscious.

Jack Spicer was a NorthAmerican poet born in Los Angeles and who is identified with the San Francisco Renaissance.

Those of you that are in psychotherapy or have been in psychotherapy will be able to identify with this poem, I think ... I certainly can.

Psychoanalysis: An Elegy
Jack Spicer, 1925 - 1965
What are you thinking about?

I am thinking of an early summer.
I am thinking of wet hills in the rain
Pouring water.  Shedding it
Down empty acres of oak and manzanita
Down to the old green brush tangled in the sun,
Greasewood, sage, and spring mustard.
Or the hot wind coming down from Santa Ana
Driving the hills crazy,
A fast wind with a bit of dust in it
Bruising everything and making the seed sweet.
Or down in the city where the peach trees
Are awkward as young horses,
And there are kites caught on the wires
Up above the street lamps,
And the storm drains are all choked with dead branches.

What are you thinking?

I think that I would like to write a poem that is slow as a summer
As slow getting started
As 4th of July somewhere around the middle of the second stanza
After a lot of unusual rain
California seems long in the summer.
I would like to write a poem as long as California
And as slow as a summer.
Do you get me, Doctor?  It would have to be as slow
As the very tip of summer.
As slow as the summer seems
On a hot day drinking beer outside Riverside
Or standing in the middle of a white-hot road
Between Bakersfield and Hell
Waiting for Santa Claus.

What are you thinking now?

I’m thinking that she is very much like California.
When she is still her dress is like a roadmap.  Highways
Traveling up and down her skin
Long empty highways
With the moon chasing jackrabbits across them
On hot summer nights.
I am thinking that her body could be California
And I a rich Eastern tourist
Lost somewhere between Hell and Texas
Looking at a map of a long, wet, dancing California
That I have never seen.
Send me some penny picture-postcards, lady,
Send them.
One of each breast photographed looking
Like curious national monuments,
One of your body sweeping like a three-lane highway
Twenty-seven miles from a night’s lodging
In the world’s oldest hotel.

What are you thinking?

I am thinking of how many times this poem
Will be repeated.  How many summers
Will torture California
Until the damned maps burn
Until the mad cartographer
Falls to the ground and possesses
The sweet thick earth from which he has been hiding.

What are you thinking now?

I am thinking that a poem could go on forever.