Apuntes para una futura película

  *Toxic Boy  series -  acrylic on wood panel # 2 Tuesday again, or I don't remember and if it is Wednesday or Thursday or Easter came and it's Ash Wednesday,  or maybe it's that I forgot my name on the other side of the city or it was on poorly paved roads at those hours of the night when it is difficult to drive straight home without contemplating the creator among the taxis or lovers on the sidewalks among the hundreds of faces that appear and disappear like photocopies more real than the visions  of the crazy Easy Rider of the desert.  I am lost and I don't know if I can stay lost now that the air is blowing devilishly                                   [in all directions. -----------------------------------------//  Orignal version below //  #2 Martes otra vez, o  ya no me acuerdo y si es miércoles o jueves o vino la Semana Santa y es día de cenizas,...

*Toxic Boy  series -  acrylic on wood panel #1  Monday shrugging the legs under the sheets.  A man has died. He went to bed being an ordinary guy, and today he woke up being something else, a very different person, like the urban buses on a Sunday. The usual guys beat him                                         [again, cleanly. He decided to erase himself, he had already been thinking about it, but he never had the courage before. I'm talking about a whole year punching like a man and loving like a woman, watching at every step where to put                                           [the next foot, and never finding the star in the backstage. After that winter behind the windows the horizon was his best option. The last I heard of him is that he e...