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Shop Dream, the brother of death. Canvas Print by artist Juliediela Hermoso Correa available at Artist.com. Check out the Canvas Print collections available at Artist.com.
-A monumental urban work done by a Venezuelan?
-Aires of freedom is called. In addition to monumental, it is eternal, modular and polysemic.
Constituted of four parts framed in a corner of the center of the city, its location, from Pele the eye to Danger,
brings to my lips parts of the song Calle Luna, calle sol; Ligia Elena joins the choir, while we go to the place chosen
by the curator Luis Poleo. In my mind I think of several ways to show Aires de libertad that I talk with Liigia Elena,
after saying goodbye to Willie Colón. Maybe it's time, La Candelaria at seven in the morning is a place unknown to us.
We were shocked to see the staging. It denotes the movement of a white horse on the chessboard with the particularity
that one of the frames is broken in a grotesque way. I do not know what to feel, I do not leave my astonishment.
Ligia Elena infers, of sudden, vandalism, then doubt due to the neatness of the finish. Sarcasm, handsome, in attention
to the face of alarm with which Ligia Elena sees me and in that reciprocity we calm down, she says - do not panic the cunicus
- and we both burst out laughing.
Then I understand: Luis has found the door to make, from our legacy, an open work.
About Juliediela Hermoso Correa
I currently identify with this Canticle:
"Come over here," some with sweet eyes tell me,
and they extend their arms to me, sure
that it would be good for me to hear them
when they say "Come here!"
I look at them with exhausted eyes
(there are, in my eyes, ironies and fatigue)
and I cross my arms
and I never go there ...
My glory is this:
Create dehumanity!
Do not accompany anyone.
-I live with the same indifference
with which I tore my mother's belly.
No, I'm not going around! I'm just going where
They take my own steps ...
If what I want to know, none of you answers me,
Why do they repeat "Come over here"?
I prefer to slip through muddy alleyways,
remove the winds
like rags, drag your bloody feet,
to go out there ...
If I came to the world, it was
to deflower virgin forests
and draw my own feet in the unexplored sand!
The rest I do is worth nothing.
How, then, will you be
those who give me impulses, tools and courage
to tear down my obstacles? ...
In his veins runs the ancient blood of the grandparents
and love the easy things!
I love the Mirage and the Distant,
I love the abysses, the torrents, the deserts ...
Platform! You have streets,
they have gardens, they have pots,
they have homelands, they have roofs,
and they have rules and treaties and sages and philosophers.
I have my Madness!
I pick her up, like a torch, let her burn in the dark night,
and I feel blood and foam and chants on the lips ...
God and the Devil are the ones who guide me, nobody else.
Everyone had a father, everyone had a mother,
but I, that I do not start or conclude,
I was born of the love between God and the Devil.
Oh, may no one give me pious intentions!
Nobody ask me for definitions!
Nobody tell me "Come here!"
My life is a gale that broke loose.
It is a wave that has risen.
And one more atom that is animated ...
I do not know where I'm going,
I do not know where I'm going,
- I know I do not go there!
José Regio