Dreamer in Disguise

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Reflection on a Dreamer 16.5″ x 13.25″ oil & soft pastel / archival mat board

The self portrait “Reflection on a Dreamer” is a recent study in cool, neutral, and warm tones achieved primarily by observing my reflection in the studio mirror in the space of a few nights.

The portrait started out with eyes wide open but then gradually transformed into what it is now, although a few minor details should allow me to consider it completed, it is still in process. The poetry is once again based primarily on a recent nightly encounter.

Dreamer in Disguise

Faceless dreamer shroud

searching fruitless for reflection

long open white lab coat

fraud garment of perfection

arms supple in a circle

head invisible to my eyes

plasticity reigns this realm

soft mirror of disguise.

The dreamer cloaked as artist,

the dreamer as a fool

dreamer of distinction

dreamer molecule

dreamer fine magician

dreamer full of science

dreamer Nosferatu

dreamer pact in silence

dreamer as a hermit

dreamer with no clothes

dreamer close the circuit

dreamer chews and chose.

Alpinia Purpurata

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Alpinia Purpurata 16″ x 12″ acrylic / canvas

The painting “Alpinia Purpurata” is based on a floral arrangement usually found on my kitchen table. It had been there for quite some time, maybe a few years.

When the leaves and the blossoms would start to whither we would simply replace them and keep the basic pattern consistent. Many repeat guests to our home can attest to seeing this undeviating arrangement over time. The poem is partially based like other poems before it, on a recent dream sequence and the painting.

Alpinia Purpurata

Secret unopened letter of love,

infinite paths of strange augur above,

passenger back seat, white whisper of silence,

my immovable gaze, last laudable license.

Alpinia Purpurata pair blossoms,

longevity, strength, intense fiery passion,

from kingdom Cantata, host of red phantoms,

wealth beyond measure, diversity, concessions,

silken thread crystal womb,

golden vase scarlet bloom.

Fluttering heart dances, impaired vision strains,

where shall I take chance, destinations your aim,

shall I read your romance,

shall I tear you in chains,

shall I break free from trance,

shall I toss you unclaimed,

or shall you unopened remain.

Cling Oscillate Cloud

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Chrysalis 23″ x 30.5″ soft pastel, charcoal, acrylic / sealed cotton watercolor paper

A puzzling encounter with space and air flight related symbols from a ground perspective written in verse form and the recent mixed media work titled “Chrysalis”.

I was inspired to finish this mixed media work, which was close to completion but had been left on the back burner for quite a while, after writing the poem. I recalled having the work available and on the “ready for finishing touches” list, which seemed somehow befitting. Hope you enjoy.

Cling Oscillate Cloud

Whitish bright light dusk impregnated mist,

outside, the streets, desolate luminous kiss,

nothing around me except structures unbound,

colors forsaken,

abandoned,

no sound.

Up ahead is a symbol of space flight that is wobbling,

NASA’s trans border shuttle, rope tied and dangling,

pall nebula it’s rear, synchronous pendulum swing,

both shuttle and blank cloud oscillate unison cling.

Approaching said spectacle, white haze all around,

quite reach touch this vehicle,

incredulous,

astound.

Stand and observe, time dubious plain sight,

sky distant chained airplane, amiss in high flight.

Deepened Dark Depths

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Night Sentinel self Portrait 23″ x 17.75″ soft pastel / archival mat board

A night ride through boulders, curves, cliffs, caves, concert halls and back out again.

Deepened Dark Depths

Surrounded anchored boulder dream, curves and cliffs and ledges mount,

tightened seat belt secures our scene, reversing first, final credence fount.

(We arrive. Exit vehicle transport space).

Silver carpet covered stairway,

underground entrance crowded cave,

waiting to get in –walls drab gray,

swarm of beings besiege our stay.

(A baby’s coach to carry).

Alone a mother to do it wants,

her weary tries remain in vain,

my help I offer to ease the strain,

aloft tot carriage primordial aim.

(The vessel thus lowered to deepened dark depths).

Bypassing bystanders,

rehearsing musicians,

resounding hall theater,

violinist enthroned.

(Concert hall exit detected).

Two doors further forward,

we reach ample clearance,

at last some coherence,

bright light on my eyes,

tis brief, I succeed,

my vision’s impedance,

once more crowd’s appearance,

confusion reigns free.

Famined Fellas Feast

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Untitled Girl 16.5″ x 13.5″ charcoal / archival paper

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Untitled Self Portrait 16.5″ x 13.5″ charcoal / archival paper

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Smells like Bacon 13.5″ x 16.5″ charcoal / archival paper

 

A Self Portrait inspired drawing from a while back and two fragmented facial figures (one is a portrait of the painter Francis Bacon) compose this post.

The Self Portrait inspired drawing like many of my SP’s are mostly somewhat based on appearances and have more to do with actual in the moment mental structures, and emotional outpourings of somehow timeless biases captured during the process. The poem is based on a comical dream, one of a few recent dreams that have already occured this month of October. Hope you enjoy.

 Famined Fellas Feast or (Blatant Bullshit)

Building full of rooms, one is mine no doubt,

wander thru a hallway, wayward route is out,

(pinpoint forward yawning door, famined fellas feast),

I glance and count them four, perhaps acquainted to them all, (twain at least before).

“Buen provecho” (enjoy your meal) I roar, treading thru the hall.

No responses reach reception,

no revelation loud and clear,

swivel around and shout once more,

low utterance (uh-huh) I hear.

Incredulous mine ears,

tis strenuous to conceive,

I keep walking with a stride,

blatant bullshit don’t believe…

…in neither dreamland, nor waken wide.

Fathomless Fountain Phase

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz U Turn 16.5″ x 13.5″ charcoal, pastel / archival paper

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Looking Back 13.5″ x 16.5″ charcoal / archival paper

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz No Worry, No Despair 16.5″ x 13.5″ charcoal / archival paper

A few of my drawings from a while back that seem to go well with the poem.

The following verse tale is dedicated to my brother Lewis, who’s story inspired me to write the poem. It is somewhat based on an actual event that occurred to him recently on a business trip coupled with some of my personal insights. Enjoy!

Fathomless Fountain Phase

Mt Rainier, reign awesome solemn sight,

beau view cushion seats, clouds to my right,

heading east, slow flow salty on my cheeks,

mystery spring sorrow, lone sprout leaks.

A voyage to conjure some rusty grain story,

a simple search in source memory,  (such mountainous maze),

nothing to recall, fathomless fountain phase,

glances beside me, watch my intoxicate daze…

…Sprinting to the gate or miss my next flight,

bag’s on my back, feeling fit and just right,

against time, once again, racing to arrive,

stopped by a stranger, “…your things are on a ‘dive’, (sir).”

Look back and encounter others with my stuff,

grateful of these strangers, my run turned bluff,

eyeglasses, books and towels, took to the air,

missed the goddamn flight, alas, but saved… from despair.

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Cleaning up a bit around the edges on the drawing “Looking Back”

Equinox Autumn Echo

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz (Untitled/Unfinished -In Process) 66″ x 48″ acrylic / canvas

The unfinished and as of yet untitled painting above seems in a way rather fitting for the following autumn reflection of a spring dream I transcribed some months ago.

You might find the poem based on the dream sequence, of a similar note to the poem Gorgeous Vine Vulva, in both I encounter and incorporate the anima or feminine creative energy alive in the subconscious. Enjoy!

Equinox Autumn Echo

Little girl in a dream song,

flashy purple colored dress,

singing like a rooster strong,

I’m laughing, feeling quite impressed.

A multitude of mimic masters,

bringing lavish mirror minds,

bombast bragging, furious, faster,

haste hassle bargains all the time.

I’m traveling through this naked realm,

shine clear torso my reflection,

physique is handsome at the helm,

less shirt struggles, less inspection.

At first I’m not surprised to find,

an echo feature, a well formed breast.

I perceive it from a pose of side,

bounty belle beauty upon my chest.

But then it struck me as quite strange,

this autumn equinox echo,

I must be dreaming this arrange,

from the spring life sleep of a loco.

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With my untitled, in process painting in my studio, trying for a lotus position on a stool.

Arcanum Song Fountain

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Llena Eres De Gracia (Full Of Grace) or Magdalena aprox. 30″ x 15″ acrylic / canvas

I’ve decided to post the image of the realist figurative painting “Full of Grace” after obtaining a higher quality photo recently.

It was first exhibited in the year 2013 and pairs somewhat well with the dream story poem “Arcanum Song Fountain” or “Ornate Vulva Heirloom”. The poem is an account of a dream where I receive a gift from a female artist friend. Enjoy!

Arcanum Song Fountain or (Ornate Vulva Heirloom)

Clear core talent creator empress,

sweet female artist friend of mine,

to bland and bluff her work’s averse,

bestowed on me great gift enshrined.

An intricate journal of uncommon blooms,

pink orchid designs in sketchbook deluge,

avalanche of angles, from all sides and views,

page after page of ornate vulva heirloom.

Believing her blossom is somewhat bizarre,

her bulging beginnings bring modest recall,

a self portrait in nude along with her lover,

arousal is obvious in the male from afar.

Untangled unconscious, arcanum song fountain,

repertoire viewpoints of symbols expands,

grateful act gracious, gift fertile fine feminine,

notebook of drawings is now in dream hands.

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With my painting “Magdalena” in my studio, deciding whether to change the frame or not.

Cloister Cloud Cerulean

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Cloister Cloud Cerulean Self Portrait 12″ x 9″ acrylic & charcoal / sealed watercolor paper

A poetical delving into a recently completed self portrait.

In the short poem below I explore around a bit into the illusory fabricated mind structures and filters (many times self created and maintained) and I also lightly brush on the power of internal awareness. A personal glimpse into my “campaign”. So, don’t stop dreaming! and Enjoy!

Cloister Cloud Cerulean

Sky scraping structures,

edifice of mind,

architectural complex,

keeps the grind alive,

tilts my view of nature,

forcefully confined,

barefaced truth is bent,

shamelessly devised.

Crimson colored glasses,

convert me quasi blind,

sighting slit of reason:

“seek and ye shall find.”

Cave cleave imagination,

fount of countless kinds,

colossal cleft conjure,

provides me myriad mines.

Cloister Cloud Cerulean,

continue campaign climb.

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Working on the mixed media painting “Cloister Cloud Cerulean” self portrait outside my studio in Puerto Rico

Dream Desolation Drive

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Black Self Portrait 20″ x 15″ (with glaze) acrylic,pastel,charcoal / sealed watercolor paper

 

A nightly drive through story on structures, dwellings, and the personages inhabiting this reflecting and holographic realm. Enjoy!

Dream Desolation Drive

Dream desolation drive, discern a dark road,

a friend, you and I, in a car so bestowed,

two corner houses beyond the bend we tour,

catch a mighty glimpse, attention for sure,

structures reworked, remodeled, restored,

although night fallen, I’ve been here before.

Solitary abode illumined in amber,

architecture exposed with glaring grandeur,

inhabitants moved to someplace unknown,

glorious space open of yesterdays throne,

admire dozen doors, arcs elevated from ground,

perhaps we encounter past residents unbound.

Second dwelling converted, transmuted, transformed,

turn round corner right, internal huge platform,

attractive middle aged couple, standing at door,

conversing with owner, I’ve seen them before,

glance at interior, beyond gate past darkness,

we follow the fool and walk deceit emptiness.

 

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In my studio attempting to get the same expression as the work.

Apparent vast solitude in truth was quite full,

people everywhere sat, making contact visual.

Walked round the middle then round again back,

some chairs surely vacant, others seem not,

more seats am I finding, appearing from black.

Prime for performance in font of the stage,

room is divided whilst open the cage,

curtains are drawn, divisions removed,

floor has the markers of sliders that ruled.

The function is formal, attendants are dressed,

inside this vast structure a legion is guest,

many lives lived, of levels and dreams,

multiple plots and stories and schemes,

they all can reside in this fantasy realm,

where fractal reflections flood forth overwhelm.

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Black Self Portrait 20″ x 15″ acrylic,pastel,charcoal / sealed watercolor paper