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Dear St Valentine, you’re a hypocrite.

I hope you all had a great St Valentine’s day, night, or what ever. I just wanted to briefly express my opinion on this bizarre tradition. First of all, why do we need a special day for love? When you think of it, it’s kind of sad. Why not make every day a special day for love? When you do find love, every day is special, so we don’t need some marketing business telling us we should remember that on the 14th of February.

Second of all, I agree with any singles who despise this day. It has sort of become a ridiculous global public display of affection that intentionally, or not, makes anyone else want to hurl, whether you’re single or not. Cheesy, stomach turning, public displays of affection are never ok. I don’t care if it’s the 14th of February, no-one cares what you ate that evening, what present you got and if you had sex with your significant other. Romance is between two people, no-one else needs to see it. None of your facebook, tweeter, instagram or what ever else, contacts want to see any of it. (Thank God my life is social-media free)

Last but not least, if you do fall into this superficial, narcissist, capitalist, marketing trap don’t forget that meanwhile people are dying of hunger out there. So please, make yourself and everyone else a favour next time and don’t buy valentine’s day crap, go to twice as expensive (only on that day) restaurant dates, and instead find other ways to convey your love to your significant other. Think of your local merchants and artisans, animal friendly and ethical gestures to woo your better half.

Finally, when it comes to caring for him/her, just do it every day, all day long, for as long as you’re together, and for Fudge’s sake, please keep the rest of us out of it.

Happy week end everyone.

Reflections on War and Peace

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These are some of my old paintings that have been presented in Madrid at Expo Metro. As a part of social critique narrative they were not widely understood nor appreciated by the crowd. This was probably due to the fact that the gallery lies at the heart of one of the wealthiest neighbourhoods in Madrid, Retiro. However, that is a simplistic and overly naive explanation. I fear that the real reason to this lack of appreciation, was the lack of awareness itself.

These issues that are so close to my heart and would have been immediately recognised and related to by any other peace activist, or simply an informed citizen, are a complete incognita to most. This lack of common sense is why I sometimes loose faith in humanity. You don’t have to like my style or appreciate the message, but to have no opinion at all is just shameful and terrifying. I seriously fear for the future of humankind when confronted with this kind of complete blindness.

This absolute lack of interest is also the reason I chose to paint these pieces over, which of course, I regret to this day. Luckily I was able to recover this photo of the exhibition. Who knows, maybe it will inspire some of you to read up on the many injustices of this world and on the many many problems that wars entail.

Here it is in black and white: TORTURE

http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/ng-interactive/2014/dec/09/-sp-torture-report-cia-senate-intelligence-committee

Here it is, in black and white. The torture report. Unveiling what we have know for years. This should be the spark that lights the world on fire. We should be outraged and they should be held accountable. Yet…it’s oh so quiet out there. The Camp Delta (Guantanamo Bay), Camp Bucca (the substitute to the infamous Abu Ghraib prison) and all the other known, unknown, secret and not so secret prisons, still stand full of detainees. Forget what that says about them! What does this silence say about us? Not very encouraging  indeed, humanity.

But hey, Obama said on Friday 1st of August 2014 “we tortured some folks” and no-one seemed to listen, so why should a 5 000-pages piece of paper make any difference now? People were busy with their summer holidays then and they are busy buying Christmas presents now. Meanwhile, people who haven’t even been charged with anything in particular are still rotting in those prisons. Maybe they are there because they lived in the same village as an extremist or went to the same kinder-garden, hell they didn’t even have conciousness of their own being at that time, but who cares, they have a beard, they are Muslim, let them rot in hell for the sake of democracy and in the name of holy vengeance. Why should anyone care?

Happy holidays humanity. I hope you stuff your fat-hypocrite face into oblivion this season. Maybe if you drink enough to fall asleep on your back and vomit in your sleep, you’ll get a feeling of what water-boarding feels like, and if you’re fortunate enough, or people around you actually care, you will survive… Unlike those who are considered to have disappeared into thin air after being detained under the banner of US-led counterinsurgency.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Living in NO-JOBS-LAND

Arrived at the job-marked hands full of shiny, expensive, fancy-sounding diplomas and feeling like a worthless fool? Yes. You are definitely onto something: you have been fooled! They will tell you all sorts of lame excuses for not accepting your job application, but the most common will be: “you have not attained the level of experience required for this position”. And yes, at first you may think “I’ll just keep on trying until someone actually looks at my skills before throwing my CV into the garbage for lack of experience and realises my potential”. “Someone willing to take the time to explain to a newcomer how things work at their place, after all that is normal…right?”. “They can’t seriously expect you to know everything as soon as you arrive do they?” Well this string of hope will probably last you a few months, but guess what? Yes they do expect a newcomer to know everything straight away, since explaining takes time and time means money. Do the Maths.

 

So after a while, after an undetermined but copious amount of rejections, frustration will lead you to no-jobs-land. You will realise that all that money invested in shiny diplomas, well…you might as well have thrown it into the toilet. All that precious time spent studying your bum off, well…you might as well have gone partying. Why? It’s all about having professional experience. Which you don’t. No-one is willing to give you a chance to gain it and no-one will let you in without it. So why did you bother studying when the most important thing seems to be shoving your foot into the professional world which ever way as soon as possible? Your diplomas become your biggest nightmare. They seem to be holding you back. The more you have, the worse.

 

You loose your confidence and apply for less and less jobs. You underestimate yourself and generally feel like bull-crackers. The day you finally get a call-back and an interview, for a split second, thoughts of chickening out fly through your brain Then you come to your senses but make sure to tell family and friends so you have plenty of pressure to actually show up on the day. You put on your finest show in-front of your potential employer, but inside you feel like dying all along. Afterwards it’s even worse, you feel used and disgusted. But this is just the beginning, so suck it up and buckle up for the worst ride of your life (professionally speaking of course, there are people out there with real problems, you could be missing a leg or an arm or be sick or be blind, imagine how that feels and be grateful missing a job is your biggest problem).

 

Despite your best try to lighten up, you can’t help but notice that friends who have chosen technical/applied training instead of post-graduate education are making more money than you and will keep on making more money even if you land the perfect job someday. But for now, you’ll probably find a crappy underpaid position that has nothing to do with your career, that is, if you’re lucky enough…and will probably kill yourself soon (just kidding!) or you’ll just keep on fighting, reinvent yourself, change, adapt, find out what it is you CAN do, where it is you CAN fit in this vicious cruel system. So what will it be? Suck it up and carry on my friend!

 

The system will always try to mess with you, so be smarter than giving up and fight back! Yes it is hard, but it is not impossible. Never give up on yourself. Don’t let anyone downgrade your academic achievements. Be proud of what deserves to be prised. Most of all, BELIEVE, and don’t forget to be HAPPY while you’re at it. This is just a phase, this is not your life nor does this define you. You decide who you are. Don’t you ever forget that. Breathe and just keep going.

When I grow up…

I have always believed that every person is unique, that each and every one of us has a different view of the world. To this day I remain convinced of this simple fact and aware of the many wonders and problems it leads to. None of us speak the same language, and I am not referring to an actual idiom, I am referring to our way of understanding things. This means that those who are either unaware or unwilling to acknowledge this fact will have a confrontational approach towards others. If you understand that every one is different and that they have the right to be different you will have more patience and will make an effort of comprehension. Take a step in the same direction even if it’s leading you into the unknown. This implies a certain openness of mind, but most of all, respect and humility. After all, the person you’re trying to understand has to make the same effort. In other words, it’s a two way street.

We have all been faced with the question of “when I grow up”. Some of us took it more seriously than others. I personally, did not have the time to ponder on it. My mind was, and still remains, a nonsensical chaos, it is every where and no where at the same time. I find it hard to hold on to ideas and data, not because I don’t understand, but because I have a dispersed mind where everything is nothing and nothing is everything at the same time. This does not make me a sloppy person, quite on the contrary, I am a perfectionist and as such pay attention to detail. I know, this doesn’t make any sense. But this harmonious chaos has a lot to do with patience and lack of it. I generally have a lot of patience with people. Not so much with the ideas. Here lies the key to my mental organisation or disorganisation, choose which ever you like.

Basically I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. Still. Almost in my thirties now. I like so many things and do so many things at the same time that I am not particularly good at any one of them. In other words I am no specialist in something, but I know a little bit of everything. Because I’m curious and always thirsty for more knowledge I don’t dedicate enough time to anything in particular. I feel passionate about a couple of things, but maybe not enough. Or maybe I’m just unaware of my own possibilities. It sure doesn’t help when you’re surrounded by people that don’t seem to understand how you got here and why you’ve not settled for anything in particular.

Well I’ll tell you why. Apart from being a perfectionist I am also a dreamer. So I want it all at the same time. I am aware of all the options, but maybe not courageous enough to choose or maybe I refuse to choose just one. Unfortunately, I am also a realist sometimes, so I know there’s no way I can go after all of them, which quite frankly depresses the hell out of me. Sometimes we are our worst enemy, so we need for others to take a step forward and not judge but understand us. I have dedicated my life so far to understanding the world around me, and I loved every second of it. In fact, I have enjoyed this journey so much, that I forgot I had to take a practical approach to my studies. The approach being: how am I going to make money? Money, money, money, it’s all about the money. I guess I just wanted to postpone as much as possible becoming a part of this system of materialist slavery. Our only freedom is in our mind, so I stayed there longer than recommended as a child and got lost as a young adult. Now I’m an outsider. Because I still refuse to settle I am a threat to some. I jeopardise their simplistic view of the world because one day, they might wake up and realise, they have been slaves to the system but it will be too late and it will mean they have wasted their lives on something shallow.

So sue me, I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.