Window shopping raises questions about conventionalism. From the male perspective, on the other hand, the female fits the stereotype of being available.
Moreover, the idea is that behavioral and psychological differences between the sexes have biological causes that have remained for a lifetime, and there is no winning or losing in every way.
The glass window projects one’s soul. The other images, such as the signs, are us; the words are our universe. We mirror her actions, fulfilling what we may wish to feel, think, or be adverse to for her when, in reality, it is only an assumption.
Also, window shopping explores the stereotypes from the male and female perspectives—their perspective regarding their assumptions about appearance.
The advertisement is number one on this list. From fashion magazines to home décor magazines, the woman is presented as slim and perfect.
Hence, a man must look sharp and intelligent under any circumstances. But, unfortunately, we live in a society where appearance is too much to put up. There is no right or wrong for not looking suitable to other expectations.
From a technical aspect, layers and tones recreate transparency to create a collage look. The glazing reflects backward letters on most of the model body. Notice once more that she is almost hiding behind these elements. The focal point is on her face, pointing at the sign recalling to open.
Her beauty, in contrast, is intoxicating, and we can not escape it. She is not for sale; she is just attending the store. However, boutiques in Manhattan are energetic and appealing. In the end, they induce you to buy.
In conclusion, assuming ideas creates false findings and can get us in deep trouble. It is better to let the path run its course by observing and being discreet.
“Window Shopping” Size 34″ x 34″ Oil on Canvas 2018
Time in a Scale relates to a good friend and our good time together. We had just graduated from the School of Visual Arts and dreamed of having an exhibit in Soho, the mecca for us. Well, it was not because I never had a series of paintings that could represent me.
I met Carolina at the School of Visual Arts after graduation. She posed for me in a couple of paintings. She sits in the back on this theme, posing in despair; Latin countries were going through a dry time regarding drug lords. And the USA declared them as the first drug smugglers. I recalled her feeling shame from being of Colombian heritage, and I used to tell her not to, but it was in vain.
I meant to pose her as being in a reflective mood. But then, as I added objects around her, the painting came out sad. Moreover, the brown ground feels hostile, and nature reflects the state of danger we treat it. This is a non-living place to be. So then, she added a melancholy state of mind that bounces back and forth with the scale.
I brought her to help me at a gallery in Manhattan, where we were making copies for an Asian artist whose work was sent to the Taipei Museum in Taiwan,
However, she did not like New York’s cold weather and returned to her beloved Florida. Their parents disagreed with me living with her. So, I was the bridge for her to break their rules. In the end, we had a great time. But, then and now, it did change for good. Then, in time, we grow more vital to remember and celebrate it.
Hey, not the Dali Lama; that caught my attention. It was his shoes. In the winter, New York is too harsh to wear sandals. And does not do much for him. Nepal is far away colder than ours. It is the altitude in addition to it. But just like us, we acclimated to the weather in time.
Furthermore, recalling my time working at Soho. In charge of the New Art Word Center by mistake. I shut off the elevator. Where the real Dalai Lama had to use the staircases coming down. I recalled the gallery owner telling me the old man was too tired. He smiles at me, not knowing who he is. I care less. Years later, the memory persisted, and finding out about his background was like meeting the pope. A spiritual figure of the world. I’m not a devoted person who attends church every Sunday. And I still believe in the people’s good faith and the existence of something bigger than us.
Although the subject is comical, it represents a memory of a precious time when innocence and the search for creativity flourished. I still do; therefore, I felt compelled to recreate this image in a painting.
The symbols are in the persona wearing a tunic from Tibet. The clues are in the details. It is expected to find different characters in this metropolitan area. However, what we may see is fascinating. In the end, we find our memory positively having a retrospection. And that is the beauty of life. Something affects our minds. Thinking in solitude, we suddenly remember a past moment in life.
In conclusion, it was exciting then and has become a meaningful epiphany.
