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I've been on the quest for this guitar for 23 years. Finally, with the support of my friend Juan Pablo, I have succeeded in reuniting with my old Diabla guitar — the Ibanez RG570 LR 1993, a model referred to in its time as the samurai, crafted and sold exclusively in Japanese territory.   The Story of My Red Guitar One might argue that I have never truly visited the United States. My encounters have been limited to brief layovers or the unexpected diversion of my Paris-bound flight to Miami due to a turbine failure, leading to an unexpected stay in a hotel for a couple of days. In 1993, my family, not accustomed to venturing so far, experienced a sudden burst of adventurous spirit. My father conceived the idea of spending a weekend in McAllen, TX. The journey, a pleasant one, unfolded by road from Morelia, Mich., to McAllen, TX. At the tender age of 16, the vast expanse of such a significant place, adorned with countless guitars, felt like a visit to another world.

I finally gave myself the opportunity to re-build the guitar that I named the Heyoka. Let me share the story... This guitar was my first electric guitar, a gift from my father when I was 14 or 15 years old. At that age, having such an instrument felt exhilarating, making one feel invincible. 30 years later, the guitar managed to survive. After numerous jams, falls, and impacts that, in the ecstasy and rage of that age, caused it to crash to the ground, it did not arrive intact, or perhaps only in parts until 2020. This year, as I delve back into musical notes and finally record some songs, I discovered a website where I could register copyright from home. This not only motivated me but also streamlined the bureaucratic process, even though it cost a little more; the value of time made it worthwhile. I acquired the missing pieces, and although the new paint wasn't to my liking initially, I reconsidered. Perhaps this guitar should function as a new instrument, not a regular gui

A momentary lapse of reason.  2015  SOLD.   Mixed media/Canvas 150X120cms  Journey to the Future For centuries, human beings have harbored the imagination and dreams of time travel. Various authors in literature and, notably, in cinema have woven tales of machines capable of transporting individuals to chosen dates in time. One such intriguing concept emerged from the Vatican, described by Father François Brune in his book "Le nouveau mystère du Vatican." According to him, a machine named "The Chronovisor" utilized electromagnetic radiation for time travel. Today, humanity has progressed beyond viewing comets as omens of disaster, understanding them as celestial bodies. Yet, we must not dismiss ancient civilizations that lacked knowledge of planets and gravitational movements. There were even ancient texts considered as "books written by the devil," predicting the future along the corridors of time. However, time travel is not confined to the realms of im

Recently, I was invited to advise on the reopening of a theater in my locality. The project involves the reopening of a beautifully restored venue. I was invited by someone who tasked me with managing the search for multimedia companies to handle the audiovisual content. I did my research, consulted with people in the arts community in my city, and we decided to go with a company from Guadalajara for the initial events at the venue. They were very good :) I resigned from the position specifically because I realized that the madam who is in charge  to manage the project has a minimal understanding of show technology, digital arts, and oral hygiene... It wouldn't matter as much if they didn't express opinions or request things outside the logic of such projects. Additionally, this person maintains a "relationship" with one of the external contractors who signs as an engineer, which don't hold that academic degree. This raised doubts about the administration, and I

Villers-La-Ville  Villers-la-Ville is an abbey constructed in 1146 in the Walloon region of Belgium. Abandoned in 1796, this former abbey of Cistercian monks has served as the backdrop for various events and has become a tourist attraction in the Belgian kingdom since then. (Yes, it is the setting you observed in the Sense8 series.) Notably, Victor Hugo visited it three times! I had the opportunity to explore this abbey in 2002 and returned later to make some sketches of the tombstones that were present. As a devoted enthusiast of the Romanesque and Gothic periods, I couldn't pass up the chance to observe them on the ground. (Certainly, I did not take anything, and the sketches I made did not impact the surface of the tombstones.) I created the following series with the concept of envisioning a meeting between two beings who traverse a segment of a journey within a series of routes, only to eventually diverge onto different and unique paths. The photographs presented here were cap

Amy and the Criminals Mixed/Canvas 107 X 81 cms  Acquired by Tax Administration Service in CDMX, MX Catalog:  0867_2021 Today, reading the news, I was once again surprised by the growing number of cases of violence against women, particularly the harassment that still persists in our streets even during times of confinement. A close friend and former student recently confirmed her increasing fear every time she has to go out at night to get coffee or any other item in her neighborhood. It's a fear that shouldn't exist, but what's even sadder is that it continues to be downplayed. The narrative remains the same as always, starting from our education, where it is not given enough importance, and everything is dismissed as "jokes" that are endorsed by a large, often familial, collective.It's crucial not to forget that the lack of education from parents is what leads to seeing sexism as natural, as sexist behavior is often taken lightly. Violence agains

Joyeux ! Joyeux anniversaire !!!! Bien que l'idée de prendre de l'âge n'était pas ton truc ; aujourd'hui, tout le monde le saura ! Parce que chaque année qui passe, je t'aime davantage !!! Probablement, cette année, tu ne répondrais pas à mon appel ; cette année, tu ferais le triple de ton travail dans un hôpital quelconque ; aidant les autres, te risquant entre les chambres. Ainsi, toutes les personnes qui liront ceci sauront que tu es l'être humaine  le plus cohérent, équitable et droit que je connaisse. Tu parlais toujours avec la vérité, aussi dure soit-elle, parce que tu ne connaissais pas les différences, et tu m'as éduqué pour ne pas être un romantique et réparer mes propres erreurs, pour demander pardon et surtout me respecter moi-même afin de défendre mes idées quand c'était toi la seul personne qui avais le temps de les écouter. Tu m'as éduqué pour devenir un homme, un de ceux qui n'attend pas que leurs erreurs soient diluées par l

Caribbean (Vinyl #1042020175121) Diameter: 121 cms Mixed media / canvas . SOLD In these times of quarantine, very human needs shine: eating, talking with family and friends, and also experiencing art. Suddenly, we find that music becomes essential to carry us through the day. We observe actors reciting the words of screenwriters in our favorite series, our preferred writers sharing a space in our recliner with the view of some art hanging on the wall, and then we realize our place in the universe. In another part of the world, a collector was scrolling through her social networks and stumbled upon the online gallery where she sells art. A painting of mine caught her attention, and this is typically the circuit through which I sell my work. However, there was a detail this time. You should know that the way I paint involves layers, layers that cover the previous ones but not entirely. They allow the first ones to be visible, and just as in life itself, it is the mixture of