Welcome to my home on the net

I stand in the silence of universe inmensity humbled by its macro and micro vastness.

Welcome to my home on the net. Pardon the appearance as this is a place built in the fringes of time and in the midst of life hustles.

You are free to travel the humble rooms of this house. In doing so, you are viewing a tiny portion of my existence.

This virtual place mostly portrays my intrussions into this expensive form of expression we call art. In this sense it reflects in a non political, non opinionated way the basic consonances and dissonances of my path that plain language words could never attempt to aboard.

Sometimes its value may come from what is not been said- perhaps an attempt to discover what is not there.

These attempts are part of a natural common quest to gather meaning in a terribly complicated universe where meaning comes within a context which itself calls another context ad infinitum.

As we are bathed in the ruthless brute forces of reality, we struggle to fight our enemies with such passion that our own vision becomes the enemy. Just then we may stop and shout with all our strength to question our abyss - how can we take everything with a grain of salt without becoming salty? How to balance the scale when the weights keep shifting? How to look at ourselves with our enemy's eyes? How can we learn to see our hatred in the reflected prism of our neighbor's tears? How can we see the arrogance of our fights? How can we see the infinite questions beyond our own? How can we look beyond our horizon, beyond our fabricated fences of race, culture and time?

Our morbid lust to be right, to be perfect, to have the biggest question, the biggest weapon becomes larger than our brothers and sisters, larger than our sacrifice for others. Perhaps we are no different than our worst enemy. Humility is a foreign attribute that gets exchanged by a stuborn mixture of self justification.

Everything here is imperfect. My only hope is that when you look from a proper distance you can see a message that is still valid. A message that goes beyond the faults and shortcomings of its language. A message that is not defined by the static meaning of its medium but by the intrinsic dynamic realm and breadth of the human experience.

My aspiration is that I can speak in that common universal language that exists in the place beyond time and race where we all realize the blood that runs through our vessels is the same , our fight is the same, our enemy is the same and lives well protected buried within the guts of our own selves.

As I leave my impressions in these fancy walls of lights and circuitry, I stand in the silence of universe inmensity humbled by its macro and micro vastness. For good or bad, releasing this tiny wave into the ocean.