The marvelous thing about the inner Self...

The search is focused on satisfying the exterior, since it is the immediate reflection of what we are before our own eyes in front of a mirror or before the eyes of others.

We try to give that personal touch through clothing, metal ornaments, stones or others, there are also those who get a tattoo or more, in the search for personal externalization evident.

Going from who I am to the outside, leads us to create an external identity, which is not contrary to what we are even if it differs completely with who we can Be, because this disjunctive of appearing to Be to Be because the external parameters that seem superior by the grandiloquence of the differences established socially limits us and we allow ourselves to lose the most eloquent of Being, which is the breadth of the inner engine that moves us even from the concerns of existentialism based on our image.

¿Do we really project the inner Self with our need to be seen, admired and even accepted?

The answer lies in the states of mind after the exhibition, when we strip ourselves of the external self and surrender to the infinite solitude of our human reality, and try to understand what we are and why we are.

That is, a tiny particle of a large atom, which was by a large initial explosion, fired by the universe at the beginning of everything and generated what today we call earth and much more significant what we call life.

That is to say that we are a very small piece, but very small scattered looking for Being and that from that particle we must understand that we are all equal, although we keep trying to differentiate ourselves from each other, centuries after centuries, fighting among ourselves, with our egos destroying the integral unity of the great inner Being,

Our personal immensity goes beyond skin color, social and economic capacity, beyond what unites and separates us by reasoning about science and faith, by fashions or intentions to create archetypes wrongly called cultural by obeying only what is established in the external image of the Self.

If we were to take any pictorial work where an attempt is made to reflect the Being from its anatomical aspect, we could see in the looks and in the brightness of the eyes how the artist was able to capture the life of the one who tried to grant immortality through his brush.

The existence of the Self and the enormity is not found as one looks or wishes to represent, the wonder of the Self is what we are in our personal intimacy, that Self free of the world around us, that Self that understands that going to sleep means an act free of ego.

And although it may seem a difficult subject to understand, our initial existence within the womb and the subsequent departure from this life, in the beginning and in the end one manages to culminate with the ego of the external Being, because we already cease to be an external being to dwell in the thought of the other or others, and our eyes darken without the brightness when we depart, but also in the darkness of the womb it has been like that.

Our inner self is unaware of fashions, and beauty gadgets or expressions of races and cultures, and therefore the widest and most wonderful thing is within ourselves, that for fear we do not allow ourselves to go inward and give value to who we are and the place we occupy, even in a world based on the success of the image or what we try to represent.

The energy of life is not a product of the brightness that we radiate, but of the brightness that each living being has and that is extinguished when the end comes... but that continues to cross the borders by the way we opened ourselves to the outside while we were still breathing, but from the marvelous of the inner Being...