Blue Rider——–>>>>>>

In the early seventies, I was very inspired by Kandinsky and his abstract art and ideas. After a decade of psychedelia and artistic introspective exploration, I found Kandinsky to be my delight.

The Blue Rider and the concept of human evolution or involution that is before us.

As our consciousness expands we learn to perceive and learn more and more of the abstract steps in this world of form and what’s on the other side.

A new era is announced, expressed by the sensibility of our contemporary artist. Screamed and sung out loud for all to see and listen, gospel from the soul of humanity.

It has almost been a century since Hilma af Klint brought the expression of abstract art to our world, with its humanity and spirituality, our evolution and involution.

Read “Concerning the Spiritual in Art” here….

https://www.wassilykandinsky.net/book-116.php

Blue Pony-by Ramon

Saturday is Saturnine day no doubt, good day to see the World.

From the sephirothic Foundation to its Crown, from one to nine Patata, with Malkuth at his feet and a backpack full of myrrh from Jerusalem.

Patata- 03/09/2020 Looking at the World

It’s about the Trits, in regard to planets the planets Saturn in many ways is associated with the number three, a trit.

Saturday, a good Binah at the top of the pillar of severity is often depicted as a mature woman.

Binah(meaning “understanding“;Hebrew: בינה bīnāh), is the third sephira on the kabbalistic Tree of Life.”

From Wikipedia

This takes me to the Shekinah…

It is said that the Shekinah is in Binah.

Who is Patata?

Think of him as an alebrije, similar to Gimel but he was not from the desert.

He is from the earth, from the underground. Perhaps his core nature, his intent, falls naturally with great form and character, a Jerusalem Beetle!

A bit unsettling eye to eye but a good fellow, gentle and heartwarming. You lose the feeling of smallness, your contact imbues you with confidence and understanding.

You know he is your ally.

Like a transmigrating soul he comes to visit, like a hermit crab, he finds a shell and lives there well with myrrh from Jerusalem and jewels abound. He wields oshopate to ward off snakes from here and there from his conch of leather lovingly hand-stitched.

Joseph Campbell: “Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life”.

Mythologize your life and learn to be human.

Visit the Shekinah in ART.

El tren!

On a train to Laredo

Foto del Museo de Ferrocaril de Puebla, Mexico.


So, Cowboys?

let’s go forward to Puebla, Puebla, Mexico  1975.

On a train to Laredo, Tamaulipas… several days journey…

Went to Laredo, Texas then hiked, hitched hike that is,  down to Padre Island. 

It was a pleasure to see the familiar rolling hills south of Rio Grande City, its warm winds and blooming cactus, I grew up there.

Little David Play on Your Harp,  James Taylor just said “Little David”- in his One Man Dog record album.

“Mescalito”

After some rest and recombobulation, I stopped by an older cousin’s home as I passed through Mcallen.

We had a long philosophical conversation.

He was a bit older than my father and I knew they studied things they didn’t talk about.

He said to me, “This cosmos is cyclical, remember that, cyclical” .

“This world has had many lives through ions with processes that last millennia unfolding innumerable civilizations, stand back and watch it’s Work unfold.”

I went on down the road.

Dropped in on a gypsy just off that country road, put ten dollars in her bible and watched her throw her cards. 

    Your journey is just beginning, be careful, they will be looking for you, you must hurry on.”

   So I did and went.

Arriving on the island as the sun is setting.

The moon was bright and the evening warm, for a moment on the trek the sun and moon were face to face, a horizontal moment in where time stops I had no doubt. The shadows over my shoulder soon caught up to me.  I saw two young guys and a guitar in the silhouette. 

Receiving warm greetings from them, they inquired as to my travels  after listening to me for a bit as we walked we came upon a log where they sat and proceeded to play the most impressive rendition of this song     

https://youtu.be/4WXYjm74WFI

A cowboy song!

As ethereal as these boys had appeared they dissolved into the edges.

I remembered this because I heard a story about this song on the radio today.

CONCLUSION ? go down to the Doll House——–> ——————————> notes bellow

Scroll down below to read about The Aerial Ballet !

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This is an Experimental page, it may change before your eyes.

Parte de un Cuate, son dos obras. 

“Haci Habla El Mexicano.” de Jeorge Mejia Prieto.

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De aqui pa-ya
De Aqui pa-ya Shekinah al revés.
Una violencia que no se siente natural.
Una violencia que no se siente natural. La Muerte

The Aerial

ballet

The
Aerial Ballet

Now that is a loaded few words to be
reckoned with.

This I believe was the name of Harry
Nilsson’s third album, second on RCA label.

The title is Areal Ballet named after his grandparent’s circus act.

Nineteen sixty-eight in Brownsville Texas.

I was born across the border in nineteen fifty-four. Thirteen years old, not so innocent.

He was father was conservative, traditional and
eclectic. He belonged to many social and community
organizations and knew many people.

One summer I went on a trip, the expedition is a good word for it, of to a jungle area of Mexico on a bus. My host was a Chinese / Mexican man who was about my dad’s age. He was wealthy and a bachelor. After I arrived he took me to eat on the way then went to his home.

It was very simple but accommodating, he said to rest up, we are going out tonight. I had no idea what was going on or why I was there, I recall being very nieve at that time, regardless of all of the bad things as a kid I had done.

That night we went to the most amazing traditional Mexican bar, I’m talking cockfight arena in the patio, several gambling rooms with domino’s, dice and cards. After a quick tour from Esteban, I was introduced to the bartender and sat at the bar. He ordered a couple of beers and some snacks, some of my favorite food and drink to this day, dark Mexican beer, and tapas, lots of tapas. Soon, my host excused himself and said, “just hang and don’t worry, someone is always watching out for you, have a good time, I’m going to gamble.” And he wandered off.

Needless to say after one beer I was not leaving the bar so I stayed and the beer kept flowing. Many patrons came and went joining me at the bar. The rest is a blur except being sick in the morning with a bad headache, didn’t know that chicharrones with hot sauce and fresh milk was a cure, trust me it’s not.

The next big thing we did was meet up with 3 of his compadres at a ranch outside town in the evening and went hunting until late at night. Got some rabbits but no large game. They wanted the big game, they had some large-caliber weapons, I was told there are large cats, deer and all kinds of jungle creatures.

Esteban also had a ranch of his own that we went to visit days later. It was so isolated that his cattle were semi-wild from lack of contact with humans. The ranch house was very simple and self-sufficient with water filtration and power including radio communications, did I mention that my dad’s friend was a brother of some sort and member of similar organizations.

Another day I found myself, always with Esteban, in a town called Valles in San Luis Potosi at a very traditional party outdoors with tons of food and drinks with great music and everyone one dancing. That night was one to remember, like I said by the time I ran into the Areal Ballet, not so innocent.

The end of those two weeks was my mom picking me up at the bus depot in Matamoros, I had two-gallon jugs of pure jungle moonshine, one plain and one flavored. We went home to Brownsville. That trip made me a different person understanding why all of that happened. Everyone acted as if I had gone to a summer camp of sorts and that was it.

So back to the Ballet. One of my older
brothers friend whom I knew in passing and on occasion hanging out
came by and introduced me to Mary Jane, what could we expect it was
1968 and we were all about to embark on a voyage beyond comprehension
for years to come, I am speaking mostly about myself as usual because
this is all about me and how I fell in love and am still there.

Sometime later this friend invited me to listen to this great record he has acquired from the RCA record club. I dropped by to listen and I was blown away by what I heard. I learn how to order from RCA and got my own copy and listened for days somehow that record brought me into the world of music in a profound way, for the first time the music made me aerial.

Take a listen sometime. It’s one of my favorites and the beginning of a world of psychedelia in my life.

Talk about Aerial Ballet!

Many
years ago after I had been mentoring a couple of young guys in the
music business for a year or so. I wanted them to look deep, not be
fooled by the first impression especially when it related to art.

I had earned some respect from them by this time regarding music and production. I decided to send them a copy of one of my favorite artist who I might add is an acquired taste, a great and well-known artist in his part of the world.

https://youtu.be/r_jRAJZ9_y0
is a link to this great piece.

I
presented this to them in public on Facebook or some similar media as
“one of my favorite projects”, bamm , that’s all I needed to say.

They
were so polite and kind with their remarks at that time. I am sure it
took them years to see my point clearly.

At first, they thought it was me recording a song, it was a shock, to say the least. For many years I continue to post this wonderful song that keeps many people in my life believing that something strange is going on.

So please enjoy the Holidays and take with you what it’s worth and you better watch out cus sana clause is coming to town!

Merry Christmas!

 DOLL HOUSE       SKETCHES 

By-Ramon 2019

con·clu·sion
/kənˈklo͞oZHən

Doll house sketch conclusion

Doll house series

Painting with few layers of glaze.

Work in progress of primarily oil and compatible media on canvas.

Light is a bridge between the gross material world and the upper levels.

 

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