Beauty

For a couple of weeks now, I have had in my mind this competition called Hidden Beauty, and the work process to choose pieces for it is always the greatest knot ... For me, beauty exists every day for those who want to look [guaranteed, there are days for everyone in which the collection of moments can be quite scattered], my discipline is to go out to explore in the mornings, after the coffee. I love to see the sunrise through farms, trees, animals. Every day is a bit different, which makes my experience every day a little richer. My interest changes with the day or week, through readings, music, or interactions with others. Every thing I see turns into visual poems in my eyes that at a later time will become concrete once it takes shape on paper. 

Sometimes a third dimension has to be given to provide movement ... 

The world is full of surprises, geometry, composition, color, order, texture, emotions and the eternal combinations of those and more elements can result in something beautiful. 

Beauty is the way in which the light is touches a surface, or that scene reflection on the water on that ancestral rainy day, the way in which flowers grow in an open prairie or the grace with which wheat sways in the wind’s rhythm.

Beauty is a look that gently searches another, on something with a passion that overwrites all. It is a color party or a black and white one. The texture of the silk or the canvas ... 

Beauty is the way you think, you process, you build or write.

Appreciating beauty is to find the treasure every day, to keep the moment forever, experience it, taste it, work it and share it, so that that memory does not go unnoticed. Go now and find those little things that move your soul and make you see the beauty of the world, because through them, your gaze will be always alive.