Night

" Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree."

Antoine De Saint-Exupery.

Need I say more?.

Luna

"Frozen Moon"

With this solitude
treacherous
peaceful

with this solitude
of sacred leaks
of far away howls
of monstrous silence
of firm memories
of frozen moon
of someone else's night
of eyes wide open

with this solitude
useless
empty

one can sometimes
understand
love

Mario Benedetti

Another moon, another night of contemplation, another painting. I am really enjoying this celestial subject. I was going to add more to the painting, covering part of the face of the moon, but last night I just looked at it and realized it was complete.

This piece is more about contemplation and peace than anything else, to just sit looking out a window, no music, no TV, no noise, no distractions, no one else around to talk about trivial things, just sit down quietly and enjoy what's in front of me and meditate about life. Find my center and find peace in my mind.

Nocturnal

"The summer demands and takes away too much
But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives
more than it takes"

John Ashberry

I've always been attracted to night time. It has always been one of my favorite times of day. Lately, I've been working on more nocturnal pieces, such as this one. One of the reasons I enjoy doing them so much is because I am mesmerized by the interaction between light and dark. As I let them feed of each other throughout the painting I realize how these two opposing forces become dependent of each other, gaining strength from each other's intensity. In the end, I realized: you can't have light without the shadows

Mystic Moon

"There is so much solitude in that gold
the moon of these nights is not the moon
the first Adam saw. The long centuries
of human vigil have filled it
of antique cries.Look at it. It is your mirror"

Poem "The moon", by Jorge Luis Borges

A good friend of mine started doing moonscapes a while ago. She took pictures, studied it, stared at it lying on the floor and painted it ...now, every time I see a beautiful full moon somewhere, I think of her and her moons. I, too started taking pictures... and watching it, and thinking...hardly do we think of the history behind our surroundings... how many poets, painters, singer, lovers have been moved by the moon outside our window? How many people are admiring the same beauty on the same night? how many stories have been told about our moon?.

Somehow, I don't feel so alone while watching the moon from my window late at night.