CUELLAR CARLOS GONZALEZ

When being a man is a constant pleasure and pain, life is full of ambiguous questions, whose answers are only viviendo.Entonces the answers are at the minute it lives, the son, believed to be a friend, be invented lover and me, trying to be a painter. Thus, in the reality of being a man fit so many words and variations, which perhaps is an inexhaustible subject. It can converge the joy and sadness, moments spent are recorded in the eyes, thoughts, hands, in dreams, in the skin, feelings, in the heart.and so, from me men appeared in my paintings. Maybe my first paintings were my way of writing a personal story, but eventually they themselves, alone, have gone beyond looking for that man who wants to be. Together we have traveled plethora of colors the past and present, and we played to invent the future. They have taught me new possibilities of being human. New words appear, some unknown to many, even myself, as tenderness, ambition, power, friendship, madness, sex, which gradually extend the meaning, and using a language of color are in blue red, yellow, green, orange and violet light and shade, and its infinite possibilities. All of these options, mine or others, are what interest me. So my men speak of loneliness, dream of love, holiness living, lash out against ignorance, love, homosexuality, they believe in God, laugh at anxiety, are abandoned, are sensual, enjoy your weakness, ask for forgiveness, cry indifference, working in silence, ... are men. That is important, that is the identity. Because I think you do not need a name, or a face, or even fingerprints, it is important to be a man in the whole sense of the word, that means with an open mind to all possibilities of masculinity. Clearly you can not travel all the roads at once, but you can walk several at the same time, although there is no need to live them all, I think they should be aware of the existence of each and every one of them, and consider as a possibility of course. That is my quest. I myself sometimes only traffic some of my own life, and I realize that reading my men can vary and the universal language of colors, feelings and sensations, always have a different meaning. That is when my men and I have transcended being masculine and men have discovered that being a man or woman, the important thing is that before anything else, we are only human and therefore the feelings are common to all and we are able to tell or guess in other hearts our own heart.