God

What does god think,

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.

Friends

Whenever it’s cold outside

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

Dreams

Indiscriminate projections

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…

 

On the Portobello Road

I just found a hole in my pocket

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…

Hyde Park Scorpion

Taken at The Serpentine, Hyde Park, London April 2011

Dear friends….

‘Life is the nightmare that stops you from sleeping’ said Oscar Wilde, and I must agree this time with the unfathomable mind of the genius as the last few months have put me in some kind of uneasy and almost unpleasant limbo that has prevented me from grabbing the brushes and dressing the naked canvas that stands leaning against an alien wall with colour and shapes, with the whispers of my now silent and distant muses.

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.

 

The Clown Tree

SOLD

Acrylic on canvas

Loudest Whispers Exhibition 2011

St Pancras Hospital London

Last day ‘Loudest Whispers 2011′ ‘Meet the Artists; 31.03.11

Dear friends,

‘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!

Loudest Whispers 2011 – Art Exhibition (LGBT month )


Press release
The exhibition brings together works by 28 artists and includes a range of mixed media and visual arts. Photography, stone carvings and installations are featured in the exhibition. Self-taught and trained professional LGBT artists are showcased side by side in a welcome and rare opportunity to display the artwork of an often marginalised and sometimes overlooked group of people within both our local communities and the art world in general. Includes three paintings by Diego Martinez .
A wide range of LGBT performers will take part in the opening launch night on Tuesday 8 February 2011 and refreshments will be available.
N.B. The opening night launch event is on Tuesday 8 February, but the exhibition will run from the beginning of February to the end of March 2011.
Launch Night: 5.00pm-9.00pm. The exhibition is also open at the weekends.
Venue details:

St Pancras Hospital Conference Centre
St Pancras Hospital
4 St Pancras Way
Camden
London NW1 0PE
0207 470 8760

Curator

Peter Herbert
0207 4708760

Luna llena ( Full moon)

Acrylic on board

£320

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