René Serrano Rodriguez Blog

  High Hopes *DJHH20. Mixed media/Canvas 250.5 X 149cms  2020 (SOLD) The Artistic Language: A Journey through Calligraphy and Symbols Why delve into calligraphy, manuscripts, signs, and scratches? The calligraphy I create serves as a form of "Glossolalia" — a unique expression that began to take shape when I was just 14. Back in high school, I found myself crafting logograms, signs, and doodles, initially spurred by a peculiar circumstance. Some classmates, hesitant to show their report cards to their parents, sought my help for my signatures, which, to them, resembled adult signatures. What began as a mischievous favor soon evolved into a genuine appreciation for conveying messages visually. At the age of 21, I found myself marked as an Immigrant/Migrant, navigating a new language and culture, relying on images for communication. Museums and galleries became my daily companions, and my communication, though not in French, began to take shape through the visual language o...

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...

Recently, (May 2020) 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 administrat...

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...

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 ...