JustLusciaArt

  This one, I'm not sure why, I was just procrastinating to upload it anywhere! I think is because I don't love it, but I keep coming back to it somehow. Still, here it is. Inspired by the song Vignette, by Twenty One Pilots. Where do I go from here? Where do I go from here? Clinging to promises Fighting off the vignette Tunnels cave, visions fade Swallowed by the vignette This new album, Clancy, hit me like a brick on the face. Almost every song has a special meaning for me, but this one specifically made me cry. Around the time it came out I was (and still somewhat) fighting my way around "things that make me dizzy". And how much I crave them.  And before I started this painting I had a thought of how I "need to be vulnerable" at least with my paintings. It's really hard for me to accept something's wrong, and asking for help, or maybe even just communicating it. So I guess this painting was me putting the song, and my feelings, in a canvas. "...

 It all started at Twilight. My family's home in Alajuelita has a big yard (something I've always been grateful for). And like any child growing up, I loved to climb trees. There's one specific Mango tree at the end of the yard that was perfect for climbing, and once above the first branch you can see a beautiful view of the Alajuelita church, and the mountains and cities behind it. I used to come home from school, and climb the tree at twilight. It's my absolute favorite time of day, because the sun is gone but you can still see the mountains, the lights start to turn on, and for some reason I've always find it magical. The cold air, the stillness, the end of another day. The solitude and peace I find in this time, and the magic, still fascinate me to this day, And of course, once again, emotions spilling out. What work of mine would be complete without tears? That being said, when I decided to paint this first one, it was out of an experiment. I had found this fra...

  Alguna vez tuvieron esa sensacion que viene despues de estar todo el día nadando? Cuando ya es hora de dormir, y unx siente que sigue flotando?  "Flotando", creada 22-23 de Abril, 2024.30x30cm, Pintura Óleo. Esta fue una de esas pinturas que cuando termine la odie, y a los meses me empezo a gustar. Me he dado cuenta que a veces lo unico que se puede hacer es flotar...solo existir y dejar que las cosas pasen... ***En Venta*** Precio: $55 ₡30.000 Si quisieras comprar esta pintura, puedes escribirme por Instagram @justlusciaart

 No se ni por donde empezar... Piedad. Creada entre Enero 23 - Mayo 14, 2024. Alrededor de 12 noches. Pintura Acrílica. 100x70cm. Inspirada en Pietà, by  William-Adolphe Bouguereau. Estos ultimos dos años, la violencia y el machismo en Costa Rica se han disparado. Da miedo. Da rabia e impotencia. Da deseperanza. Y siento que para muchas personas, para muchos hombres cis hetero, es demasiado facil simplemente mirar a otro lado. Cómo no? Si no les afecta personalmente. Para las personas en poder, las instituciones en poder, para les incluso policias, es tan facil simplemente agregar un número mas a la lista... Y luego ir, y persignarse en frente de "Dios".  Queria mostrarles el dolor de frente. Que lo vean. Vean el sufrimiento que causa su ignorancia. El sufrimiento que causan sus instituciones, su presidente, sus chistes, sus creencias. Costa Rica católica, lloran por Jesus cada semana santa... escuchan los gritos de María... Pero quiénes son las verdaderas víctimas? Quien...

I don't associate tears with sadness only, but rather with emotions in general. Whenever the emotion is strong enough (which depending on the day it doesn't take much) I cry. I've cried everywhere at anytime for several reasons. So much so that I forget there's thousands of people who hate to cry. Whose worst nightmare would be to "cry in public". I understand it. But I just wish people would allow more their emotions, because is the only way to understand them. And they're nothing to be ashamed of. Also, I've always thought it is FASCINATING how we can make our eyes produce water, just because of our thoughts or feelings. It's wild if you think about it. " ‘Tears are the medium of our most primal language in moments as unrelenting as death, as basic as hunger and as complex as a rite of passage,’ she says. ‘It’s as though each one of our tears carries a microcosm of the collective human experience, like one drop of an ocean.’"  Photograp...

  but if i am to be loved by some other   let it be like a wild fire let it burn my soul let me taste the beautiful chaos and then swallow me whole later then in the belly of this violent   yet beautiful beast let me rest in the darkness let me battle my fears the merging morphing of two naked souls burning brightly together like a flame that catched it’s moth