With a little of oil and two brushes, lets disclose reality

PAINTING IS A RESOURCE TO EXTERNALIZE OUR INNER DEMONS

I created this blog in order to share with you, my love for painting.

The first paintings that you will see here are a reflection of how hard has been for me being an immigrant.

"An immigrant in Hartford"

Acrylic on canvas

(24" x 30" )

I miss my native country, Colombia.  My homeland is not a map or a place to  go on vacation.  It is my mother's sad eyes, my brother's kindness and the laughter of my friends.

"Interstate 84 West"

Acrylic on canvas

(36" x 24")

"Soul split in two"

Acrylic on canvas

(36" x 24')

As the time went by,I realized that my body was here but my soul was in my little town, far away, in South America.

""Crucified under highways"
Acrylic on canvas
(20" x 16")

"Crying under bridges"
Acrylic on canvas
(20" x 16")

We live in a country of 322 million of inhabitants.  However, a lot of people live alone and unhappy, as separate islands in a sea of indifference.

"Hollow buildings"

Acrylic on canvas

(30" x 40")

In this last picture, I intend to show the emptiness and the loneliness that are experienced in modern cities.

                                                               "Early fall"                                                               

                                                            Acrylic on canvas                                                       

                                                                        (16" x 20")                                                                   

 

"Late autumn"

Acrylic on canvas

(16" x 20")

The chill of autumn and the gray skies announcing the winter, increase the feeling of homesickness

and distance.

                                                                      
                                                                        "Cruel winter"

 Acrylic on canvas

  (18" x 24")

During the winters, many people become depressed. Dark colors of clothes and the hard faces of the people match with the frozen streets. It is a hard time for those who come from the tropics.