LOS PAPERS DE DANZA DE LOS COSMICOS
Los Papers de
DANZA DE LOS COSMICOS
BY CRUZ ORTIZ
C/S
danza de los cosmicos is a group of works documenting a glimpse into a super intergalactic garden where death intertwines with the living and dreams formulate infinite realities.
I paint the cosmic things that surround me —ive been paying attention to the little things - like small bugs - doing small bug things —-- i relive small moments like remembering the feeling of the cool breeze off the surface of the Llano river or the muddy trails that trace the Brazos - —or the sweet shade of the big pecan trees in Uvalde—- nature heals in so many ways - even when you are surrounded by darkness - that kind of healing resonates thru time and space —--
In the studio ive been painting in a manner that pays attention to the underlying thoughts that go thru my mind while i'm pushing paint on the canvas surface - i get lost when i paint - its ceremony - its danza —--- its the nepantla thing happening every time - like the smoking mirror i lose sense of what is real and what is being created into images from mark making - each painting is a document - recording lived moments, reflections, and dreams
The portraits i have been painting have been staring back at me - as if the paintings are revealing more of what was witnessed - they truly do communicate image differently than i recall - the figures themselves seem to be taking on a more psychological journey right before my eyes - as if they too are engaged in the pull of paint —- its gettin’ deep —-- slipping into darkness kinda stuff — —- like un jardin el la noche — con la luna de plata telling me things i failed to remember from past lives—
it is so difficult to keep up with the bombardment of traumas - politically it gets darker and darker—- we are left with no to time to think—- or to understand the blows to our psyche - there is little time to stop and just heal —- i keep feeling as if i was born tired - an inherited exhaustion - my past lives died running - so everyday i wake up tired - with the feeling that sometimes my heart fails me —-
But then love shows me —-seeing death teaches me—- - that we get up - we quietly wake up - while the moon is still out - —-the sun barely took a nap just to tickle the darkness with its glitter light — im able once again to open mis ojos - just in time to see the new flowers push up and out —-- what can i learn from this —- theres a lesson here —--- i just hope i dont forget -