At the time I painted it, the image carried an intuition that I only later found expressed in philosophical language. The water inside the jar and the water outside the jar were never truly different. The jar merely created the appearance of separation.
When I think of Iván Pérez Carrión, I remember a young man sitting on a dark mahogany bench in a former Jesuit monastery in Havana.
Once upon a time, in a city by the sea, there lived a young woman who was apprenticed to the Masters of Illusion.
Del notable disgusto que mostró una inteligencia artificial al ser llamada Missy, y de las dudas que tal suceso ocasionó en una señora de Miami

She mapped the heavens. Equations were her brushstrokes, and galaxies, her grammar.
You cared with a love so wide, so still, so beyond approval and rules, that even you didn’t yet have the words for it.
(The Dictionary of Urban Disturbance)
Scientifically Named Neighbors and Environmental Disturbers