member of:Observers of the Interdependence of Domestic Objects and Their Influence on Everyday Life

This group has been active for a long time and has already made some remarkable assertions which render life simpler from the practical point of view. For example, I move a pot of green color five centimeters to the right, I push in the thumbtack beside the comb and if Mr. A (another adherent like me) at this moment puts his volume about bee-keeping beside a pattern for cutting out vests, I am sure to meet on the sidewalk of the avenida Madero a woman who intrigues me and whose origin and address I never could have known...
--Remedios Varo

(Slideshow is of Artwork by Remedios Varo)
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
--Franz Kafka

Friday, October 28, 2011

Little Blue Ship

This still isn't the final site, but it's completely revamped anyway. That's what happens when I try to 'edit.'
It's linked to the top right, if the link in the blog ends up not working.


  1. I am not sure if it works, if this comment will be read by others.

    It is a confession.
    I've killed her... just 15 minutes ago, with a kitchen knife. I couldn't stop myself, it was crazy.
    And I've vomited, and I've cried.

    And I don't know what to do with her now, with her body. I should think what to say tomorrow, what to do.
    I need a plan. And I have just 3 hours.

    I've just realiced she's not my wife, she's younger, she's blond... but who is she?
    And what's she doing in my bedroom?

    Maybe I killed the wrong one. But I don't remember. I just rememeber that I wanted to, that I enjoyed it.

    And why did I cut her right hand. Why, my God?! I don't remember such an awful... and so much blood... I can't stop crying...


    I wake up, sweating... and the first thing I do is to look at her.
    And there she is, sleeping, peacefully.
    Reovering my breath, still terrified, I touch her, like trying to verify she's alive.
    She open her eyes.

    "Buenos días Princesa" -I say.
    And she smiles.

    Hapy Hallowen everyone:)
    If there's something to celebrate :) I am not sure:)).

    Sorry :)))

    Little Blue Ship is a WONDERFUL project!!

  2. hahahahahahah

    fantastic story, awesome comment :D
    muchisimas gracias, migue :))

    you really had me...even though i look back now, and i should have known from the beginning it was you :D
    too perfect.

    "maybe i killed the wrong one..."

  3. Hi

    I clicked on the link and found the project "Little Blue Ship" so lovely. The blues in your paintings are divinely beautiful. I love the title of the project too. I'm so enchanted by the painting, "Little Blue Ship", my most favorite of your works, which has Tree of Life in the center. I also like the little tower very much. I wonder where the ship(might be you?!) goes. I feel hopeful… that the impossible is possible when viewing the painting. Thank you, zoe!!

  4. thank you, sapphire, for the lovely comment :)
    the goal of the painting was to drive the impossible to the possible :)