Doppler
Enamel on canvas
Polyptych seven panels
82 x 413 in (82 x 59 in ea)
2012

Doppler
Enamel on canvas
First panel 82 x 59 in
2012

Doppler
Enamel on canvas
Second panel 82 x 59 in
2012

Doppler
Enamel on canvas
Third panel 82 x 59 in
2012

Doppler
Enamel on canvas
Fourth panel 82 x 59 in
2012

Doppler
Enamel on canvas
Fifth panel 82 x 59 in
2012

Doppler
Enamel on canvas
Sixth panel 82 x 59 in
2012

Doppler
Enamel on canvas
Seventh panel 82 x 59 in
2012

Heart attack
Acrylic and charcoal on canvas
37 x 74 in
2012

Heart attack II
Acrylic and charcoal on canvas
59 x 82 in
2012

Arteries
Mixed media on canvas
55 x 55 in
2012

Seventh house
Mixed media on canvas
Diptych 82 x 118 in (82 x 59 in ea)
2012

Seventh house
Mixed media on canvas
Left panel 82 x 59 in
2012

Seventh house
Mixed media on canvas
Right panel 82 x 59 in
2012

Electro
Mixed media on wood
Diptych 19 x 94 in (19 x 47 in ea)
2012

Electro
Mixed media on wood
Left panel 19 x 47 in
2012

Electro
Mixed media on wood
Right panel 19 x 47 in
2012

Cavern
Mixed media on canvas
43 x 51 in
2012

Membrane
Mixed media on canvas
59 x 53 in
2012

Infarction
Charcoal and ink on wood
39 x 70 in
2012

Electric signals
Mixed media on wood
Triptych 31 x 141 in (31 x 47 in ea)
2012

Electric signals
Mixed media on wood
Left panel 31 x 47 in
2012

Electric signals
Mixed media on wood
Middle panel 31 x 47 in
2012

Electric signals
Mixed media on wood
Right panel 31 x 47 in
2012

Cardiac fields
In collaboration with Marco Casado
Video
2012

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Heart Attack

| 2012

“Although this wound hurts like two
although I looked but didn’t find you
and although
the night passes and I have you
yet no.”

(From the poem Heart Armor (Corazón Coraza) by Mario Benedetti)

In order to understand that there is a world within the world we need the courage to penetrate the armor that separates them, to move from one end to the other in order to enter a secret anatomy in which we discover the eternal dance of Eros and Thanatos, a perpetual cycle of finding and losing.

The excitement comes when we see ourselves reflected in our own image, we too are the cosmos constructed of veins, pulse, rhythm, life, death and rebirth.

When two people find each other two cosmos collide, they make a pact.

In a whirlwind of animal power they are stripped bare, they melt in a heartbeat. Blood flows like lava amongst the veins, red, restrained, deep, burning full of life. They dance, rub against each other, whisper, touch, a first tremor occurs.

Their pulse beats in one rhythm, they coincide inexorably in a single heartbeat.

Without warning Thanatos’ black brush paints a black line and lets silence drip between them, canceling the agreement. They tragically drift away in a huff, are scattered through their dreams, they separate.

The pulse slows down. One seeks the heartbeat of the other in the universe and in every pulse announces their desire to find them, but fails. And despite the silence that reigns they find their own heartbeat. Their heart armor. Pieces scattered throughout the universe, beating, announcing life, the desire to live, to really live.

They return as a Phoenix, although in their heart a scar remains, like the memory of a time.

By Karen Huber and Francisco González
 

Mexico City, 2012

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