Still Night in my Eyes

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© “The Beginning”  pastel / pastel paper   18″ x 24″

 

Still night in my eyes

Threads of silk memory

dark purple blue sky,

Siren and muse song

dream dance of disguise,

Strum the stings closer

still night in my eyes,

Thin covered trails

veil creation from lies.

The music now begins

flow of chords in my hands,

the story unfolding

dice destiny commands,

Icarus wing soaring

zenith far and above,

Embrace still the moment

till your senses love,

love,

love.

©Alexander Rosado

 

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© Dark Dance     pastel / pastel paper    24″ x 18″

Earlier this year, I was lucky enough to have been invited by a great friend of many years,

the Puerto Rican virtuoso classical “guitartist” (to use a term he coined) José Antonio López, to witness and enjoy a live rehearsal where a fusion of music and movement would be taking place.

The rehearsal was for the classical guitar and contemporary dance concert “A Una Sola Guitarra” that was yet to be held at the Teatro UPR in Rio Piedras in early March of 2017. I have for countless years (maybe due to listening to trio, flamenco, and classical guitar pieces since childhood and fascinated by the agility, grace, and power present in dance) found the combination of guitar and dance/movement to be a significant catalyst of inspiration and at times a critical component of the intricacies of my art. The contemporary dance company taking part in the extraordinary performance was MayaWest Dance Project which is directed by the the young and extremely talented professional dancer David Soler.

Both the dance and the music helped give form to some existing ideas and ignite a series of new ones. The work titled “The Beginning” and the poem “Still Night in My Eyes” are but a sample of the result of merging the recent with the past.

 

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© The Stretch (mounted for finishing touches)   charcoal / archival mat board    16″ x 13″

Triple Theme Time

P1090616©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz  Yawning Gnosis 14″ x 11″ graphite / 98lb Canson mixed media paper

Here finally are three drawings which I recently completed.

Although each one is related to a different time period in history, they have been joined on this occasion through synchronicity, or maybe through chance :

The first is “Yawning Gnosis” – which I posted as a work in process in my last writing (Feb, 2016). I had briefly stopped writing down my dreams fresh when awakened, therefore they would slowly fizzle into fuzzy formed fragments which I wouldn’t bother to jot down. I believe they somehow went straight back to some storage space in the realm of unconsciousness, unapproachable unless through some sort of meditation, hypnosis, or moksha state. Al this turned into a huge hiatus. There were also other pressing deadlines during that time that came up – some even self inflicted.

P1090627 (1)©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz  After Lucas Cranach the Younger  17″ x 14″ graphite & charcoal / 70lb Canson drawing paper

The second drawing is a copy after a drawing by a great northern European master I deeply admire, Lucas Cranach the Younger. In my version I highlight a tad more the eyes, and the expression tends more towards a smile. It is a portrait of Princess Elizabeth of Saxony c. 1564 currently at Kupferstichkabinett, Staatliche Museum, in Berlin. I also greatly admire his father, Lucas Cranach the Elder’s work and his depiction of the human figure and features. There is a painting of Judith with the Head of Holofernes at the Ponce Museum of Art in Ponce, Puerto Rico attributed to him which I love. It has his characteristic fantastic style, elegance, beauty, and mood. There is another very similar painting by him with the same name/theme currently at Kunsthistorisches Museum, in Vienna.

P1090610©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz  After Pheidias sculpture  14″ x 17″ graphite & charcoal / 70lb Canson drawing paper

The third is a drawing of the ancient Greek male torso sculpture “Ilissos” attributed to Pheidias c. 438 B.C. which is part of the Parthenon pediments. The sculpture intrigued and inspired me somehow, although it is millennia old, its pose seemed quite contemporary and the visible signs of wear, aging, and damage create to a certain extent a haunting and beautiful contrast.

It is in this light that I delve a bit deeper into the concept of time. The following poem inspired by a recent dream sort of deals on different levels with the impressions of “aging” of fine spirits, fine bodies, and fine attitudes.  Enjoy.

Decanter of Time

Unsure cause of celebration

wrinkled song canteen bar

serve me something fancy

slow bartender grizzled shard

Set some sample glasses

cold cube commissary shine

high priced whiskey bottle

Khronos perfume flask design

Pour gold liquid luster

anxiety my head abounds

is this silky precious elixir

(sour, stale, or)

exquisitely sound

Gaudían Like Structures

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz unfinished Yawning Gnosis 14″ x 11″ graphite / 98lb Canson mixed media paper

The poem ‘Gaudían Like Structures’ is inspired by recent states and frames of mind of futility, struggle, and doubt, and the following dream:

I arrive at the square in the town of Aguada where I grew up as a child and find the church/cathedral totally transformed into a Gaudían like structure. I find this change totally captivating and stand in awe as the lineal symmetry of the old church has become almost alien-like and fluid. I could almost compare it to a classical  musical concert transformed into a Latin jazz jam – both beautiful in their own way.

Above is an update on the slow progress of my drawing Yawning Gnosis. I am currently also working on a double portrait painting that requires much more of my time than is usual because of a looming deadline. Whoosh!

Gaudían Like Structures

Questioning the insane the very existence

harmony feeding fake fat far removed

lowly drippings in this world so slow

strong emotions riding hard gross stone.

Despair design degree disgrace

headlights dimmed low

eyesight displaced.

Cathedral temple church crumbles,

revisiting landscape.

Gaudían like structures replace antique line

I marvel strong spectacle

staggering beauty sublime.

Delight design degree acclaim

numerous questions remain,

vision version renewed

multi hued ludic tunes

reign ample prelude.

I’ve included a photo of Casa Batlló and of La Pedrera which are similar to the image in the dream and one ofthe church “Parroquia San Francisco de Asis de Aguada”. The images are from the site gaudiclub.com and from wikimedia commons.

batllo14     pedr3     Plaza_de_Aguada

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.

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”

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

Manifest of Frequent Fractals

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Lines of Belief and Disbelief 12″ x 9″ charcoal and red pastel / watercolor paper

A recent nightly self portrait – one of the many masks worn on occasions and a recent poem dedicated to my eldest son Alexander in the event of his recent birth anniversary. May you enjoy!

 

Manifest of Frequent Fractals

(to my son, Alexander)

Sun of the Mother,

fortunate thy name,

jump from undercover,

Prometheus unchained.

Unify thus the actors,

proliferate free the flame,

pass forth the torch,

that disentangles the knave.

Relinquish the luggage,

of quite treacherous view,

who are the others,

if not me and not you,

reflection thus mirrors,

marking rhythms of truth.

How is it possible,

to leave and arrive?

Manifest frequent fractals,

searching game answers of why.

Nonsense is ordinary,

in reality it seems,

dance till you wonder,

if it’s true and with a Queen,

shake, vibrate, and thunder,

become god within a dream.

spat rid the riddle (free of duels)

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Flowers for Florentina 14″ x 11″ acrylic / linen

A hello to all my fellow dreamers! Searching for answers in all dream states, I have come to find out everything is a really just a dream – just like the song says.  So a Toast to all! Salud! and just keep dreaming!

Spat Rid the Riddle (free of duels)

Everything’s a dream, a dream so really real,

hauntingly convincing,

flood of appeal,

searching right questions, elegance concealed,

tightly twisted tango (dance) slowly revealed.

Slaying the master and finding a fool,

spat rid the riddle free of duels,

reach for the mistress, loving the cat,

bring forth the summoned maker of jewels!

Inventor, creator, of sorts innovator,

Where is your favorable challenge?

A well within the hidden skin,

a stunning source to manage.

Dreamers are a such a bunch… in sooth awake?

Questioning all infinity circle,

Never keenly knowing reality at stake.

When nothing much matters – where do we go?

How to keep going when there is no show?

Bring forth the clowns, the jester, the fool,

inventor, creator, of sorts innovator.

What is your favorable tool?

Clarity unfolding chaotic conjecture, (guess)

where beauty and breath are re-schooled.

Flight Mind Helicopters and The Flamenco Observer

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©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz The Flamenco Observer 36″ x 30″ acrylic / canvas

 

In keeping with the theme of the entry and the painting “Wednesday Evening at Casa Andalucia” I am including a self portrait that was commenced around the same time as the painting

and that was largely based on the experiences during that time. It was also put aside for a number of years, was later restarted, then stored away for some more years until finally completed last year. This self portrait reflects somewhat on the powerful energy, dynamic movement, and soulful embodiment of the Flamenco experience.

As with most of the poems I’ve included in this site, the following is partially based on the current painting ‘Flamenco Observer” and recent dreams. Enjoy!

 

Flight Mind Helicopters

No criticisms, always silent,

whenever present, always here,

when:

I laugh, you laugh back.

I have fear, you simply don’t.

There is chaos, you have peace.

There is joy, you notice well.

Who are you I ask,

I see you “seeing” me,

when:

I dance, you follow.

I paint, you observe.

I sing, you respond.

I make strings resonate, you listen.

I jump, you fly.

Parallel lines of dream mind,

that do not want to kiss,

square and circle skyscrapers,

rebuild and re-dismiss,

helicopters of every kind,

abound blue skies amiss,

two flying backwards,

soaring past my sight,

boxy metal frame works,

street level fly bus,

clear bubble roundness,

crash the wall on high.

Across abandoned corner,

hovers illegal loneliness,

carve a mountain with a tunnel,

dark dungeon of unknown,

animate your brightness,

as I walk me back home.