By Spirit Alone 101124

Mind the Illusionist 101224

Sangha, 101224

Gonzalo A Gutierrez Hernandez’s Discourse on Emptiness, 10111224 (Selection). Artist’s Book

Vessel 221124

The Vessel 191124

The Human Condition 91224

Conditions, 101224

Dukkha, 101224

Quiesce, 101224

I printed it because I didn’t want to draw it

Let alone paint it.

I cut it with this old Chinese scissors that cut through everything

We say let it flow

We were born free

This is is for all of you

The rejected, the forgotten,

The conned, The so called gold to be stolen

And also the so called shit

You are me and we are one

We have crossed the seven seas

The seven desserts

And all of your thresholds.

We have transcended time and space

Time was an old technology we left behind

Space was always a mystery within a mystery

We started a revolution and we ended it.

I print it because I didn’t want to draw it,

Let alone paint it.

There goes your identity.

That body of fear.

We are the hand helping you under a blizzard with your car problem. We are the friend that picks you from the hospital with your new born. We could have only played Sympathy for the Devil for you and you is us. I love you always, no matter what, until the end, but there is no end, endless we say,

Float on,

We are floating

And the body of fear crashed a long time ago.

In silence we listen

We have run out of secrets

Identity will always be fear

The biggest fear to give up

Identity, that like a cloth

Tells your story - who you are.

The vehicle of fear

Imposed identity

You can’t confront this fact

For you have been made like that.

You can’t yet confront your persona

For it has become the blurred space you call youself.

You have stars in your eyes

So you are refracted

The fragmentation started when you where born and separated from you mother.

You were the union of heaven and earth and they separated you

You saw your image and your ego became self conscious

You learn to say mom, etc. And eventually became consciously aware of your senses.

You started to feel and realized you have a memory before you can remember.

And you care for all of that and because you care you fear you might lose one day.

You called that love, family, culture, my life story, who I am and it doesn’t matter that is makes you suffer

For it also brings you completion to a sense of self that is continuously changing, in fact it has never being

fixed

You are just to say the least

A Remedy.

Gonzalo A Gutiérrez Hernández 15161224