This Is My World Now

Everything vivid, too rich, saturated. Colors bleeding out of the mystery of darkness, light seeking overwhelming contrasts, interweaving thirteen levels of reality, twelve of them inaccessible, but, this one doesn’t stand still. Races uphill. Takes over everything. Daylight thick and slow. Clouds above and clouds below. Infiltrating. Penetrating. Broken down. Turned around. Refracted. Reflected. Repeated. Defeated. The other side of wherever I am. Inside of a shadow, looking out. Showing my true self. Pretending to be someone else. Everyone waiting around for something. Not sure what. Or when. Or, even why. But, you have to try. Do or die. My, oh my!

The leaves are still laughing and no one is going to stop them. Something surreal is trying to emerge, to embrace the center, to embroider the edges, to embolden the symbolism, enlighten the meaning. Everything means something. Maybe not to you, but, in the grand scheme of things, in one of those thirteen level. Maybe in all of them. Maybe in between. Maybe over. Maybe under. Makes you wonder.

And, how are we feeling today?

The Apsu is calling. Falling. Falling. Stumbling. Tumbling down, ready to drown, head over heels, spiralling around, into destruction.

Enticed. Excited. Time to riot. Repressed. Appalled. Falling. Falling. Rebellion is calling. Rumbling. Crumbling. Lives black and lives white. Let’s not fight. This isn’t right.

No Gods of yesterday’s ten thousand years knew how to guide us anywhere but here. And, here we are. Animal emotions still overwhelming human reason. Law and order. Justice. Understanding. Conversation. Choke holds. Out of control. Tazzers. Defund. Defend. Where does it end? Riot. Revenge. Make an arrest. Unrest. Protest. Go to Hell. Time to rebel. Retaliation. Retrograde. Who’s going to come to your aid? Are you afraid? Are you all right? Ready to fight? Stay out of sight? Signs and graffiti with all the right names. Playing all the same blame games. Scream and shout but, you’d better watch out. The seventh house is played out and going up in flames.

Will we be able to save each other? Serve each other? Deserve each other?

This world is only darkness and light, day and night, black and white, death and life, evil and good, what you should not and what you should, splintered into colors, rainbows of intentions, saturated with emotions and infected with attitudes, propelled by beliefs, reactions turning into actions. An eternal battleground in an endless war. Everyone has to take part. No sitting on the sidelines. No end in sight. Don’t give up the fight.

I no longer know who I am. I know who I used to be. But, that was a long time ago. Now, everything is different. I am on the edge. On the edge of the ledge. On the edge of the edge. One little slip. Trip. Flip. Going over. Going down. No one around to catch me. No one to watch me drown. Too late to grow wings. Might have been nice to still have some dreams. Something to hold onto. Someone to whisper into my ear. Call me, my dear. Isn’t that what you’d want to hear? When all has been done and all has been said, who needs a kiss on the forehead, after they’re dead? Well, this has taken a turn for the worse and I’m not going to follow because I’ve already gone off my meds so I have to keep myself on the straight and narrow. Straight as an arrow. Fly like a sparrow. Bones and blood and flesh and marrow. No more fights. No more doubts. No strikes. No outs. Don’t cry for me, Argentina. I’ve got the whole world in my hands. I won’t try to die with the crazy clowns. I won’t eat thumb tacks or rubber bands. Oh, well. What the hell. Maybe everything’s really swell. I sure don’t know where we’re going to go. Only time will tell.


This is Chispa. Chispa is the Spanish word for Spark! Spark! is where everything starts. Fire. Life. Catalyst. Hop. Jump. Skip. Dig. Bark. Roll over. In Florida, where we live, the electric chair is affectionately called Ol’ Sparky. We just couldn’t see calling this girl the same as the electric chair so, Chispa she was named. It’s a good name, two syllables and ending in a vowel. She knows it’s her name. She is well loved. Maybe, I sometimes even become a little obsessed. Dog owners understand.

Yes, I am easily obsessed. Mercury combust. Multiplication is an attribute of obsession. It is also an attribute of the mandate of life and of the expansion of the universe. Time is always moving and time is an agent of change. Multiplication, moving through time, creates variation. A little change here. A little change there.

Variation in space brings things closer, further. Turns things upside down. Reversed. Reflected. Symmetry restored. Ignored. Implored. A lot more fun than being bored. How much can you afford?

If it works in four directions does it mean it is a successful piece? I think so. But, what do I know?

On the Other Side of the Galactic Divide

Infinity is just an idea. It does not exist in reality. It cannot exist in reality. As a painter you are told it is the point at which parallel lines meet but, by definition, parallel lines never meet. They only appear to meet if you are far enough away. Even further away the lines disappear completely. From even further away we all disappear, even the planet disappears.

Perhaps infinity existed as the potential of everything before the beginning of time and space, before the polarization of energy which created physical matter, before the act of division which makes two out of one or the act of multiplication which takes two twice to become four. Finite means limited. Infinite means unlimited, without end, encompassing and containing all things. Are there any bounds in an ever expanding universe?

Bigger than Life

This is big, as big as you want. Be big. Be better. Go for it. No opportunity? Go somewhere else. Make something happen. Anything you desire. Coney Island, Atlantic City, Hollywood, Las Vegas, flip a coin, deal a card, play the lottery. Win big. Be big. What do you want? For life to be bigger than life? From cartoons to comic books, excitement, Orlando! Christmas !! Birthday !! Fireworks !!! Netflix (available 24/7) !! Super Heroes !! Concerts! Video games. Arcades and shooting galleries. Ultra reality. Social media at your fingertips. Mainstream media. Mass murders. Science fiction. Afghanistan. New and improved. Whatever sells. Popularity. Propaganda. Peer pressure. Take a pill. Everyone has their own agenda. Everyone wants to come out on top. Conflict and competition. Chocolate and cocaine. Crystal meth. Fukushima. Diamonds and gold bricks. How do I look? Never let a good crisis go to waste. Stress and money, milk and honey. Materialism. Obesity. Science. Astronauts. Hubris. No God. No guide. What do you believe? Who do you love? What are you going to do? What size are you going to be, at the end of the day?

Temporary Contemporary Art

Think Caulder’s mobiles. Think Klee’s portraits. Think Monet’s puppets. Think Chagall’s paintings. Think Kandinsky’s craziness.

Think clowns. Think bubbles. Think big balloons. Beach balls. Bubble gum. Have some fun. Fun in the sun.

Think kids and carousels. Lollipops. Laughter. High ho and hoola hoops. Think champagne and the colors of salt water taffy.

Think on a molecular level. Think like an election microscope. Think like an alien trying to understand. Think like a madman.

Think like a painter.

Think like a tree.

V. Castellanos – May 2020

View Lots of Leaves

Unsteady Underground

I no longer know who I am, or what I am.
I’m starting to wonder, is it a scam?
I think in ever widening circles, generating parallel lines, trying to meet at infinity, even without an identity. Trying to hug one other. Trying to overcome. Trying to turn two into one. Then one becoming zero. No one’s becoming a hero. No one left behind. Nothing left to find. No longer an expansion. An imploding universe. Entropy slowing down matter. Light speed diminished. Heat no longer radiating. Out of range. Climate change. Random weather. Here we are, still, all together. A pandemic spreading pandemonium. How are we doing? Close to ruin?
At zero degrees Kelvin everything stops. Atomic spin frozen. Molecules dismembering. Compounds collapsing. Economies shrinking. Keeps us thinking. Time trying to catch up. Sounds dissolving before they’ve begun. Politicians trying to run. Trying to win. Things are getting really thin. We are in a tail spin. Unsteady. Getting ready. Everything’s going around and around. Ready or not we’re going down. They won’t let you out, so, you can’t go to town. So instead of a protest, a fight or a frown, come on into my Underground.

Underground Artwork

Written by V. Castellanos – April 2020