Enter the unknown with intent to discover. Return with the will to create.

 

 Here I Am (2019)

On display at  in Rhinebeck, NY.

Here I Am is the warrior, the spirit of endurance of Nature, the sensual and defiant beauty of Venus, the determination to persist. It speaks equally of the individual and of the natural forces running through him. 

It's armor like exterior reminds us of the Trojan or the war horse, the on going battle of life for goodness sake! against its own rules. The turned golden, divine like head confronts and demonstrates its self awareness and its awareness of us.

Like in a theatrical aside, the sculpture breaks the fourth wall, the context of the world of historical representation horses, to look outside it at us.

A uniquely original stance.

It is no longer just Horse, but living being engaged in what surrounds it.

Self awareness points in the direction of Consciousness and the golden head to the seat of divinity.

When the sun heats on Here I Am, looking on becomes hard, blinding, once again reminding us of old texts where man must not set eyes on the divine.

The light (reflection in this case) is blinding to the eye. 

Below Here I Am (unfinished) Apri 21 (Easter Sunday) 2019 on its way to the Walkway



The Mary Powell Steamboat Float during the Celebration of Lights Parade in Poughkeepsie 2018 Godling. 2018

 

  

2017 float replica of the Vassar Brothers Institute by Cocoon Theatre at the Festival of Lights in Poughkeepsie, NY.

Set for Voices for a Broken House, a trilogy of original plays by Marguerite San Millan. 

WOMAN as Hunter, 2015-2017

2017

The Student Portrait  Residency, now in its 9th year in public schools.

 The new creative approach demonstrates infinite, rich and lively possibilities. 

Totem, 2014

A sculpture project along Rte  9G between Red Hook and Poughkeepsie.

A dance to my dad at the time of his passing. July, 2014

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4Taef0NjTA

MAN, 2012

 

"MAN"'s move to Red Hook on Jan 26 was a terrific success. My most sincere thanks to all those who participated in the event. My heart is full of gratitude to you.

The day after the move, Marguerite and I went to Taste Budd's and saw for about half an hour a constant flux of people with cameras taking pictures of the sculpture and of themselves in front of it.

My gratitude also to the press for the incredible amount of coverage. As many as18 articles have appeared in local newspapers in addition to videos and photos online and as far as in my home country Euskadi, in northern Spain.

"MAN" stayed at Taste Budd's untill December 2013.

"MAN" in November 2012

Here I  Am (2019)

On display at Wilderstein in Rhinebeck, NY.

Here I Am is the warrior, the spirit of endurance of Nature, the sensual and defiant beauty of Venus, the determination to persist. It speaks both of the individual and of the natural forces  running through him equally.

It's armor like exterior reminds us of the Trojan or the war horse, symbol of the on going battle of life for goodness sake! against its own rules. The turned golden, divine head confronts and demonstrates its self awareness and its awareness of us.

Like in a theatrical aside, the sculpture breaks the fourth wall, the context of world of historical representation of the horse, to look outside it at us.

It is no longer just Horse, but a living being engaged in what surrounds it.

Self awareness points in the direction of Consciousness and the golden head the seat of divinity.

When the sun heats on it, looking at it becomes hard to do, blinding, once again reminding us of old texts where man will not set eyes on the divine. Where the light (reflection in this case) is blinding to the eye.

Here I  Am (2019)

On display at Wilderstein in Rhinebeck, NY.

Here I Am is the warrior, the spirit of endurance of Nature, the sensual and defiant beauty of Venus, the determination to persist. It speaks both of the individual and of the natural forces  running through him equally.

It's armor like exterior reminds us of the Trojan or the war horse, symbol of the on going battle of life for goodness sake! against its own rules. The turned golden, divine head confronts and demonstrates its self awareness and its awareness of us.

Like in a theatrical aside, the sculpture breaks the fourth wall, the context of world of historical representation of the horse, to look outside it at us.

It is no longer just Horse, but a living being engaged in what surrounds it.

Self awareness points in the direction of Consciousness and the golden head the seat of divinity.

When the sun heats on it, looking at it becomes hard to do, blinding, once again reminding us of old texts where man will not set eyes on the divine. Where the light (reflection in this case) is blinding to the eye.

It's armor like exterior reminds us of the Trojan or the war horse, symbol of the on going battle of life for goodness sake! against its own rules. The turned golden, divine head confronts and demonstrates its self awareness and its awareness of us.

Like in a theatrical aside, the sculpture breaks the fourth wall, the context of world of historical representation of the horse, to look outside it at us.

It is no longer just Horse, but a living being engaged in what surrounds it.

Self awareness points in the direction of Consciousness and the golden head the seat of divinity.

When the sun heats on it, looking at it becomes hard to do, blinding, once again reminding us of old texts where man will not set eyes on the divine. Where the light (reflection in this case) is blinding to the eye.

It's armor like exterior reminds us of the Trojan or the war horse, symbol of the on going battle of life for goodness sake! against its own rules. The turned golden, divine head confronts and demonstrates its self awareness and its awareness of us.

Like in a theatrical aside, the sculpture breaks the fourth wall, the context of world of historical representation of the horse, to look outside it at us.

It is no longer just Horse, but a living being engaged in what surrounds it.

Self awareness points in the direction of Consciousness and the golden head the seat of divinity.

When the sun heats on it, looking at it becomes hard to do, blinding, once again reminding us of old texts where man will not set eyes on the divine. Where the light (reflection in this case) is blinding to the eye.

It is no longer just Horse, but a living being engaged in what surrounds it.

Self awareness points in the direction of Consciousness and the golden head the seat of divinity.

When the sun heats on it, looking at it becomes hard to do, blinding, once again reminding us of old texts where man will not set eyes on the divine. Where the light (reflection in this case) is blinding to the eye.