Amor de Hombre

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Amor de Hombre

Amor de Hombre

 

Original drawing on paper

  • Oil on Hahnemuhle paper 400gr. 100% cotton.
  • 210x297 mm. approx.
  • Matt varnished.
  • Colour, dust and UV protection.
  • Signed on the side.
  • Authenticity certificate attached.

It is usually prepared in less than 7 working days, and sent door to door in service 48h for Spain.

For security reasons in transport it is shipped unframed. All reproductions have a standard framing size of 21x30cm (8x12" approx) or 30x40cm (12x16" approx). Original works have variable size, see above.

Shipping worldwide (within 5 working days once ready).

The author reserves the right to produce a printed edition.

€120.00
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About this work

Tears are salty, you are why

For me, the world is a strange and ghostly place. I can't distinguish faces, usually, and I confuse some people with others. In addition, I live with a functional diversity in my sight that makes me see everything duplicated, like a kaleidoscope, so my mind interprets what it can and does not always get it right.

This, besides giving me a unique vision - literally -, makes me understand the world and its inhabitants in a different way. It turns us all into fantasy characters, characterized and differentiated only by the accessories of appearance. That's why my characters are like that, they belong to an imaginary world, which is actually my real world.

The marks under the eyes are a kind of war mark, a sign of sadness. The big ears are the confirmation that this person is undoubtedly a good person, who has had a difficult past, and has had to learn to forgive others and to take care of those who are different. Blue bodies are the sea, so we are all the same, made of infinite magic, without ties or limits... and the pain seen in all my characters is my own. The frustrated desire to be a normal man, what they call normal, to belong somewhere, or to be understood as I think I understand others.

My characters are me. My characters are you. They are your fears, your reflection, and what comes to my eyes when I look at you.