Flight Mind Helicopters and The Flamenco Observer


©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,


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,


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.

Wednesday Evening at Casa Andalucía


©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Wednesday Evening at Casa Andalucía 48″ x 60″ acrylic / canvas


The painting “Wednesday Evening at Casa Andalucía” began conceptualization around the year 2001 as I immersed myself in a self imposed drawing and observation study of professional flamenco dancers and students training at the beautiful Casa Andalucía in the city of Guaynabo.

The practices took place Wednesday evenings under the direction of the famed maestro Antonio Santaella and had an entrancing sort of effect on me that allowed me to travel approximately four hours round trip from Aguadilla and back every Wednesday for various months, without even the slightest complaint.

The impact of being absorbed in the fascination of live flamenco guitar rhythms, singing, and dancing was spectacular and immensely fertile – producing many sketches where I made attempts to capture the energy, flow, rhythm, nostalgia, and ancestral connection, that reverberated through my blood and still does. Although the actual painting was initiated in the year 2003, I was not satisfied with the result and left it alone for a few years, then in 2006 I worked on it some more, was not satisfied, and left it alone again (in storage) for another seven years till being completed in 2013.

As any fine wine connoisseur will attest, aging for the right amount of years makes all the difference. I currently believe the work has reached a level of maturation to appropriately convey some of the feelings and aspects inherent in me as I became cocooned in a sensorial and extra-sensorial extravaganza.

Two Brothers


©Alexander Rosado-Muñoz Brothers 23.75″ x 18″ colored pencil / sealed watercolor paper 2001


 I recently found this colored pencil drawing from 2001 in my studio while searching for something else, which is usually the case when you spend time diving into piles of paper or drawers full of other lost objects and you find what you are not looking for.

This wasn’t exactly the case here, as I was searching not in piles of paper but in neat distinct stacks of “works” on paper spread around in different locations within the studio (I guess reorganizing will soon reach priority status). So as I explored the uncluttered acid free collection I came upon this beauty – this is a very personal work of high emotional value for me as it is one of my first representations of my two sons, one fourteen years old and the other nine at the time.

Although they appear to be in the dark heading in the direction of brightness or light, it was not my intention at the moment of working on this piece to convey that- I was just playing around with and enamored of chiaroscuro, which to this day I still am. Looking at it with fresh eyes has provided a new angle of perception, as the one who was in the dark at the time most likely was me (maybe I still am), with a few sigh producing specks of discernment of the light at the end of the legendary tunnel or CAVE.

I shot the photos used as reference for this work at the site of Rio Camuy Cave Park (Las Cavernas del Rio Camuy) in the northwest part of the island where the boys and I were enjoying some really cool time exploring the caves, the surrounding forest, and taking the guided tour. I definitely felt compelled to engage photographically with the abundant scenic vegetation and the dramatic natural lighting available throughout the park, especially close to the entrances and exits of the caves. The results were some fantastic and interesting pics from which I made a selection to use for this drawing titled simply “Brothers”. Enjoy.