drawing
perro (dog). 2009, graphite on paper, 18 x 24 in. ( 46 x 61 cms)

Discovery by destruction, dehumanization is the key.

Inhumanity explains humanity. Without it, there would not be a point of comparison.
Totalitarianism as a single life system merely creates more questions as more empty spaces remain unfulfilled. No doubt is non-existence. (Lets better explain ourselves something incomplete or don’t say anything at all.)
And what I want to explain today refers to the same old (… same old… same old…same old) monster of love.
Love is war, my friends. Totally, totalitarian, with no doubt.
The head of a totalitarian system, by definition, is a vile tyrant. Someone whom Revolution wants dead. (Is the monster of love really dying or really dead?)

It’s funny how love and war seem to be two very human practices.
Don’t be fooled. Love is war, war is inhuman, therefore love is inhuman.
Isn’t inhumanity not human? (Sorry, but logic and semantics are on my side.)
What I saw in this war (and Dix and Goya did too) was the human body in its limits of humanity: violence and brutality, grotesque, deformation, ugliness, desperation, all expressions of the worse of us… what it means to be us.

La Muerte del Monstruo

(dying monster)

drawings after Goya and Dix

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‘el amor es la guerra
en una guerra hay lucha, hay sangre, hay violencia, matanza, espacios devastados, deconstrucción y destrucción.
en la guerra, los que sobreviven quedan tocadiscos.

la guerra es la metáfora perfecta del amor.
todo complicado y todo lucha, todo diferencias y encuentros devastadores.
¿Qué soy yo sino un soldado herido? ¿Qué soy yo sino un gladiador, una mujer, una enorme cicatriz con cara?’