what does god say,

in lonely moments,

whose presence does he crave

What does he see

when he opens his eyes

and looks down here.

Are we all the same,

our dreams his task,

our hearts his pain,

our sins his fate.

How is his house,

when is he there,

does he ever go out,

is he aware…?

Does he understand

the power of love

in all its shapes and forms

that they are all true

does he embrace them all?

I’ve never met him,

I’ve just heard what people say

but I wonder, is he on his own,

longing for someone,

praying to his god.

and I feel like a groom with no bride,

when words are pieces of a jigsaw

and you say the missing ones,

whenever I need a shot of altruistic wisdom

or a piece of holy bread,

when the sound of silence

spells out the word friend,

you are what I see

you are what I get

brother at thick and thin

you give the word friend a good name

of what has been

not quite is,

still to be.

Fairies of time,

foolish directors

of an orchestra

of whispers,

dialogues,

screams.
Lost souls,

past visitors of paradise,

travellers of time.
They offer you

enjoyable visions

which disturb your inner steadiness.
Your eyes remain closed

to the self-imposed reality,

while the person you’ve been,

not quite are,

still to be,

wakes up

asking questions

only the fairies of time

can answer…

I can’t tell how long it’s been there

I’ve been dropping love letters,

precious stones, coins, bits of paper,

telephone numbers, a couple of pens.

My last cigarette, a stamp for a letter

I haven’t written yet

the cork of a bottle I shared with good friends

a mirror, the house keys,

a balloon ticket to Spain,

three days and four years,

things I keep for keepsake.

I’m lucky I have the left pocket,

no coins, no watch, no compass, no bread

just an old photo, a reminder

that once the streets knew me well

Just an old photo, a reminder

in case my memory remembers to forget…

Taken at The Serpentine, Hyde Park, London April 2011

I am between moving houses and I haven’t had neither the time nor the inclination to paint. It is such an stressful time that I am not even sleeping that well and therefore, I haven’t had many chances to close my eyes and open my mind to the inspiration that sleep tends to grant me.

The ‘nightmare’ is almost over and I am resolved to make up for the lost time with displays of new work  as soon as I move to my new home. The ideas are already there in their embryonic phase waiting to evolve and get out of their shells and become cheeky butterflies that tickle my senses, like the ones that are already allowing themselves be seen in this London I so much love to hate.

Thanks for your patience. Do say hi next time you visit.

Look after yourselves and of each other.

SOLD

Acrylic on canvas

Loudest Whispers Exhibition 2011

St Pancras Hospital London

‘Loudest Whispers 2011′ is coming to a close until next year.

The exhibition has received very favourable reviews and the number of visitors has steadely increased day by day.  Thank you all who have popped in and thank you for your kind and encouraging comments. It is important to me to know that my work is enjoyed and I appreciate your feedback.

For those of you who haven’t had the chance of seeing the exhibition or would like to have a last look, we will be having a ‘Meet the Artists’ evening on the closing night; Thursday 31st March from 17.30 to 21.30.

If you do come, please say hi. It will be a great opportunity to meet all the collaborating artists as well as listening to us individually talking about our work, what inspires us and answer any questions you might have. You can continue to leave your comments here and I will respond to them all.

I am currently working on new paintings, if you want to keep up to date, you can leave your contact details here, on my website.

Stay happy!

Diego

Loudest Whispers 2011

Conference Centre Gallery , St Pancras Hospital, 4 St Pancras Way, London NW1  0PE

Mornington Crescent / Kings Cross Tube

See you there!

Acrylic on board

£320