THE TABLETS

Within the ensemble Conducts-A series about apes, there are 100 tablets (22x16cm) representing the face of an ape, each of them contains a text carved on the oil painting.

The writings are a compilation of poems and texts that reflect the research of the philosophical-poetical understanding of the human being.

Here the behaviours are analysed, not only in a direct way, but also under the prism of thought, which is symbolised through the vibration of the words that lead us to see what we are and what we do.

The anthology of the texts shows us the path followed by the author, who, throughout life, tried to understand with inquisitiveness what it is that makes us humans.


A point, finding the initial...

It is interesting...

In the compilation of time,...

Sometimes...

One cannot be...

Shadow?

Like monkeys, people...

There are wells,...

Each person acts...

Silence accompanies the mind...

Life is a strange...

Being impressed is...

We must know...

There is a pain...

How very beautiful is...

The taunting cry...

What flavour has love,...

In one life...

It seems like a paradox,...

Only look and speak,...

Beauty is...

The flame goes out...

I breathe in the peace...

Crying or opening...

False identity,...

Small spaces...

I sing to you,...

Opening the box...

The extraordinary,...

How I would like...

The dream...

Water and bread...

Desperation and helplessness...

The times come...

We walk towards...

Words, words.Richness...

The truth...

Tears fall down...

The word love is...

We are nature,...

Oh, how sad...

That liking observed...

Two paths, one reality,...

I want to believe...

The reflection...

If art is real...

There, beyond desire...

The hours pass,...

No path in life...

Hardness forms...

Peace is an inner trust...

Bitter asphalt...

We should be sorry...

When words fill dirty...

Beauty is for the intelligent,...

Whatever you do...

Do you hear the pain?

Tell...

I no longer dream...

But man, the human being...

Old time falls...

Transporting where the worlds...

Pity about the moon,...

It is raining,...

Dignity brings smoke,...

Behaviour is the external,...

Expressions define us...

There will come a day...

Here is strength and solitude,...

Misery is not a word,...

Our young world,...

Under a leaf I am...

This loneliness...

Sometimes one gathers a suffering...

I feel cold.

Sublime stone,...

It is not necessary..

The essential acts...

This silence has been woven,...

It is a long wait...

Forget what must be done,...

I have seen rivers...

In the mid-point...

Silence: thousands...

They have turned out...

One can rob time,...

The void is so empty...

There is a high mountain...

Life, at times,...

The light returns...

I know that the abstraction...

We must know...

Knowing how to be,...

Life is a game...

Beauty...

One's life...

What we must do,...

It will experience...

Say nothing...

Patience!...
info@artihumans.com