María José Aguilar
It is the penetrating light of the morning that invades and blesses everything in its path. On the palette, the brushes amass colors that dream of being, shadow / light, messengers of themselves caressing their destiny, chasing binding alchemicals, impossible perpetuators of magical and timeless essences. If it were possible to eternalize complacency, the intense serenity of the states of the soul alone, beyond the senses, but fleetingness is perpetual condemnation on the shore where I live. True passion prevails, the rest just ashes.
María José Aguilar Gutiérrez