Traveler of Time and dimensions, now moving some cells with the electric strings of my will, using pigments on canvas, using figures and lines and curves in the jungle of temporary manifestations that are the children of the Eternal One. I paint. Channel of other worlds, in my brain is a fusion of senses and I hear Geometry and the colors sing to me. I am a Synesthete, and more than a dozen categories of this divine syndrome makes me a walking explosion of life and sensations when I see, when I hear, when I touch. My paintings have music. My hands weave melodies with drops of oil and varnishes. I am made of Sun and Moon, of Day and Night, of Life and Death -that is eating me second after second. I celebrate the eternal existence. I celebrate this world of polarities. I honor the Unity, and I bow myself in reverence before a pair of eyes that looks directly into mine. From this side of the Isis Veil, I am one of Her children with a brush in my hand.
Life beats in the rain drops, In the drops of blood, In the pearls and rubies In the empty spaces In the darkness And in the golden light.
Namaste. Gabriela Garza Padilla March 9th 2013 Monterrey, Mexico