Mad dog Jump NFT

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En este otro sueno yo iba caminando por un sendero en el campo. Estaba rodeado de arbustos amarillentos, como luce la vegetacion cuando lleva tiempo sin llover. El sendero se desvia a la izquierda y por ese camino voy. Un sentimiento de paz y tranquilidad cubria la zona. Como a unos cincuenta metros de la ruptura del camino donde doble a la izquierda llegue a la base de un arbol. A mi derecha el terreno caia casi como un precipio y el paisaje que se veia era totalmente diferente. Habian varias arboles de color carmelita oscuro en el tronco, con frutas y flores entre las ramas verdes. La luz era como de un verde amrillo.. Toda la vista muy hermosa. Miro hacia la parte antes de desviarse del camino y veo una manada de perros salvajes que van camiando en linea, uno detras del otro sobre el suelo de tierra seca y polvorienta del sendero. El lider de la manada, un perro de color ocre, de cabeza grandey orejas caidas, con la lenguaje sedienta y la boca grande con colmillos asomados de donde resbala saliva, me mira. Al hacer contacto visual conmigo decide cambiar su rumbo y torna hacia la izquieda. 

Yo me percato de que viene hacia con toda la manada siguiendole. El perro lider acelera su paso y con el la manada. Yo decido subir al arbol para ponerme a salvo, y en el momento que estoy a punto de alcanzar una rama donde ponerme a salvo el perro salta, casi atrapando el pie derecho con sus fauces. 

Es este momento en que el perro salta con sus ojos desenfrenados y su boca desenfrenada que capturo en este NFT y en la consiguiente serie. El perro loco saltando. O the Mad Dog Jump. 

In another dream I'm walking down a dirty road in the countryside. Ochre yellowy bushes, the way they look when there has not been rain in a long time, surround me. At one point the road turns left and I follow. A feeling of calm and peace covers the area. Around 54 yards from where the road turns I arrive to the base of a tree. At my right the terrain falls almost cliff like. 

The landscape over there is different. There were trees of brown dark trunks that carried fruits and flowers among the leaves and branches. The surrounding light in that part of the landscape is between emerald and turquoise green. It is a beautiful sight. I look towards the road and I see a horde of wild dogs trotting in line, one after  another, their paws touching the dusty soil. The leader of the pack, a yellowish dog with a big head and fallen ears, and a thirsty mouth from which fangs protrude, turns his head around. The moment it eye sights me decides to change course. 

I realize that its coming towards me. The rest of the horde following him. The leader dog accelerates its pace. I decide to climb the tree to put myself out of imminent danger. At the moment when I'm about to reach a branch high enough to make myself safe the mad dog jumps, almost grabbing my right foot with its fangs. 

It is this moment in which the mad dog jumps that I capture in the Mad Dog jumps NFT. 

Cabeza NFT

                                       

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The Cabeza Series started after I lost my head in the US. In the year 1998 I decided to over stay my 45 days visa to the US. I was invited by a gallery in Santa Fe, New Mexico, to participate in a show at a gallery called Plan B. We were part of an art festival reuniting various disciplines such as painting, film and teather. I remember that my two fellow Cuban artists and I where showing our paintings while in the stage that was part of the cultural center Cco Fusco was performing one of her fabolous plays. A month after I went to visit my family in West New York, New Jersey and couch surfed my way for another month during wich i was able to sell some paintings and get to rent an one bedroom apartment. I also found a studio space in Union City that I still keep. 3-4 years later I moved to New York. The Cabeza Series acrylics on canvas are the representation of the feeling of displacement and loss that befalls the immigrant in his first years of his new life in a different country. After more than 20 years living and working in the US I feel like I'm pretty much an American born in Cuba. But my head will never settle completely in this world although I cannot say is still lost. Somehow I have managed to recover my head.