Meticulous architects, methodical chemists, passionate chefs, perfectionist designers, hardworking builders, loyal squires, loving nursemaids, brave warriors and courageous kamikazes. Their golden elixir sweetens our lips and their pearl remedy turns out to be a panacea. They work day and night carrying life from flower to flower, but constantly die since our deserted gardens will not blossom anymore, they are building their hives over the warp of oblivion.
Monstrous beauty pollinator
The Bat
By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.
He likes the attic of an aging house.
His fingers make a hat about his head.
His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead.
He loops in crazy figures half the night
Among the trees that face the corner light.
But when he brushes up against a screen,
We are afraid of what our eyes have seen:
For something is amiss or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face.
Theodore Roethke
Haiku azulado, purpúreo
Tiembla el rocío
y las hojas moradas
y un colibrí.
Mario Benedetti
The other (The mushroom hunters)
The mushroom hunters
Science, as you know, my little one, is the study
of the nature and behaviour of the universe.
It’s based on observation, on experiment, and measurement,
and the formulation of laws to describe the facts revealed.
In the old times, they say, the men came already fitted with brains
designed to follow flesh-beasts at a run,
to hurdle blindly into the unknown,
and then to find their way back home when lost
with a slain antelope to carry between them.
Or, on bad hunting days, nothing.
The women, who did not need to run down prey,
had brains that spotted landmarks and made paths between them
left at the thorn bush and across the scree
and look down in the bole of the half-fallen tree,
because sometimes there are mushrooms.
Before the flint club, or flint butcher’s tools,
The first tool of all was a sling for the baby
to keep our hands free
and something to put the berries and the mushrooms in,
the roots and the good leaves, the seeds and the crawlers.
Then a flint pestle to smash, to crush, to grind or break.
And sometimes men chased the beasts
into the deep woods,
and never came back.
Some mushrooms will kill you,
while some will show you gods
and some will feed the hunger in our bellies. Identify.
Others will kill us if we eat them raw,
and kill us again if we cook them once,
but if we boil them up in spring water, and pour the water away,
and then boil them once more, and pour the water away,
only then can we eat them safely. Observe.
Observe childbirth, measure the swell of bellies and the shape of breasts,
and through experience discover how to bring babies safely into the world.
Observe everything.
And the mushroom hunters walk the ways they walk
and watch the world, and see what they observe.
And some of them would thrive and lick their lips,
While others clutched their stomachs and expired.
So laws are made and handed down on what is safe.
Formulate.
The tools we make to build our lives:
our clothes, our food, our path home…
all these things we base on observation,
on experiment, on measurement, on truth.
And science, you remember, is the study
of the nature and behaviour of the universe,
based on observation, experiment, and measurement,
and the formulation of laws to describe these facts.
The race continues. An early scientist
drew beasts upon the walls of caves
to show her children, now all fat on mushrooms
and on berries, what would be safe to hunt.
The men go running on after beasts.
The scientists walk more slowly, over to the brow of the hill
and down to the water’s edge and past the place where the red clay runs.
They are carrying their babies in the slings they made,
freeing their hands to pick the mushrooms.
Neil Gaiman
AEONIAN
Jardin Secret
UNRAVELING ROOTS
A wonderful trip to La Huasteca.
Trollhunters
Blinky
Nostalgia
La luz del sol que se filtra entre las hojas de los árboles, el olor de un libro nuevo, los pinceles que he usado durante más de 15 años, la cámara fotográfica que me regaló mi abuelo, el aroma de las gardenias y las hojas del limonero, el calor de las fogatas, los colores deslavados, el sabor del agua de lima, un espirógrafo, la lluvia y el olor a tierra en una tarde de verano; la voz de mi madre cantando, su risa, sus abrazos, sus ojos y su bondad; los globos de cada domingo, el bosque y la sonrisa de mi padre, el tren del bajío en la noche y los rincones de la casa de mi abuela; recorrer la ciudad en la madrugada, bailar sin pensar en nada, llorar de alegría; enamorarme de las palabras, acostarnos para mirar las estrellas, sentir el calor de las mañanas de domingo, leer palabras hermosas, pasar un día completo en la cama, escuchar la canción que hace que todo se detenga.
Flaws
Bluebird
Un dibujo rápido que se convirtió en el boceto para hacer un grabado e imprimirlo sobre pedazos de tela que se convirtieron en servilletas, de donde nació la idea de hacer una ilustración que se transformó en una pintura colorida.
Me gusta cuando esto pasa...
Bestia abisal: bisonte
La torpe y amorosa bestia camina sobre la noche persiguiendo un señuelo; carga en su lomo un bosque de niebla y la entrada a otros mundos. Entre la densa bruma que lleva a cuestas se va enmarañando la madreselva y en los troncos de sauces muertos crecen flores que guardan agua de cada tormenta. El animal ha amarrado fuertemente a su pelo la fiesta de todos los pueblos y les ha trenzado hilo de maguey para jalar nubes que mantienen su vientre con vida. La criatura abisal, cegada por un amor inmenso, ha decidido seguir una luz ignorando que es su propio destello.
Abyssal beast. Digital art.
Aurea Mesura
Galaxies: Springs & Spirals
1.618033988749894848204586834365638117720309
RARÁMURIS
Mujeres fuertes, trabajadoras, amorosas... llenas de colores; mujeres de pisada firme que recorren la sierra bajo el sol y dan vida a los de pies ligeros. Mujeres que mantienen sus corazones tibios en plena helada y sus ojos húmedos cuando hay sequía. Mujeres que se quitan el calor trabajando, que llevan a cuestas futuros corredores y sonríen hasta el último diente.
Valle de los Hongos, Lago de Arareco, Cascada de Basaseachi, Cascada de Cusárare, Barrancas del Cobre.
Creel, Chihuahua, México. 2016.
