almaguer (67)Free writer 🦤 artistin CCC • 4 days agoCarne que se pudre (Esp- Eng) Rotting meat* I tried to reply to your message, but this is what came out instead. I wrote it all at once; it was born misshapen…almaguer (67)adminArtistin ᴀʀᴛ & ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ • 5 days agoPinnedBroken elegance (acrylic)Broken elegance. Art seeks ways to escape the confines of interior spaces. Faces, geometry, and blending colors…almaguer (67)in Venezolanos Steem • 9 days agoEl ángel sobre el puente (Esp- Eng)Era de noche y seguíamos de pie en el puente. Rachel mantenía la mirada fija en el agua putrefacta que había debajo.…almaguer (67)Free writer 🦤 artistin CCC • 12 days agoThe messageTo @wakeupkitty.pal I have written I am a fleeting dot in this night. Any night adorned with tiny fireflies…almaguer (67)adminArtistin ᴀʀᴛ & ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ • 25 days agoFinal sunset (acrylic)I've been painting this canvas for several days now. The process has been a wonderful learning experience; I've…almaguer (67)adminArtistin ᴀʀᴛ & ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ • 2 months agoFire. Art. Study (Acrylic)I found this style interesting. At times it's detailed, at others, the brushstrokes focus more on shaping an overall…almaguer (67)adminArtistin ᴀʀᴛ & ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ • 2 months agoA cat in memory (acrylic)( Oh, a cat, peeking through the window, must have jumped up in search of crickets, purring happily, docile yet…almaguer (67)adminArtistin ᴀʀᴛ & ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ • 2 months agoIsland or submarine (acrylic)Island or submarine, good question, a good idea that arises and frightens me; art has this remarkable way of letting…almaguer (67)Free writer 🦤 artistin CCC • 2 months agoAbout to write (free thoughts)She drew me in the mirror with lipstick. I want to understand my death and reincarnation; I denoted myself as a…almaguer (67)Free writer 🦤 artistin CCC • 2 months agoUnfinished Letters (Narrative)When I wrote the letter, I wasn't thinking about how the essence of things resides within themselves, as Aristotle…almaguer (67)adminArtistin ᴀʀᴛ & ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ • 2 months agoAndro-Sapien (Acrylic)The creative process is always a welcome release. It creates, through a kind of parallel life that we must connect…almaguer (67)Free writer 🦤 artistin CCC • 3 months agoThe nightYou grew up tied to the timbers, to the stillness of the night. You made a difference, the agony of perishing on…almaguer (67)adminArtistin ᴀʀᴛ & ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ • 3 months agoCrazy world (Acrylic)Art chooses me, like a nomadic child wandering between worlds and streets. Why do I choose this type of art…almaguer (67)adminArtistin ᴀʀᴛ & ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ • 3 months agoCold (Acrylic)A new exercise. We always learn with each step. We always try to offer a general or specific view of the environment…almaguer (67)Free writer 🦤 artistin CCC • 3 months agoDécima in Cuban anthologyLOVE IS A MIRROR where the light always shines and the earth turns, turns, projecting its reflection. From my…almaguer (67)Free writer 🦤 artistin CCC • 4 months agoTree (Poem)Tree, thirst for oxygen, tempera paints and lichen. Grimy streets, with spaces that crack open. Time. Solstices…almaguer (67)Free writer 🦤 artistin CCC • 4 months agoDEATH (Poem)Death was the ant, fragments of stone that the sand spits out, sacrifice of the already vanquished tree. Ant with…almaguer (67)Free writer 🦤 artistin CCC • 4 months agoNameless horseAnd here we are, my odious horse and I. The cold is intense. But it doesn't stop us from running across the…almaguer (67)adminArtistin ᴀʀᴛ & ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ • 4 months agoDoomed worldI return to painting, like a warm refuge. The world is chaos. And we artists, digital nomads, often suffer the…almaguer (67)Free writer 🦤 artistin CCC • 4 months agoMy houseI used to write about and from. Life had meaning. Now I only see leaden colors that ominously blur the afternoon. My…
