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.

Wednesday Evening at Casa Andalucía

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©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.