The end of the world

A nomadic point of view…
is that what I seek of you. A life so clandestine that all that is between you and the heavens are the stars. They shine like the shimmering eyes of an elephant, a tiger, or perhaps an orca whale. They say the eyes are the door to your souls, a threshold to the heavens. So if I look at your eyes will I be in your heaven.

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In memory of Ivey Henton

Have you ever had someone come into your life, with fiery fervor and full of life. Quickly like a shooting star my dear friend Ivey came into my life. God needed a muse. We are bodies on consignment to a grander scale of life she was taken; but she lives in my art. Splash after splash, stroke after stroke, unpurposed expression, with no intention she comes out….Thats Ivey for you, she let her presence be know with her luscious blonde hair, out of the water in another world, another life. Is she a mermaid now? She thought me what art really was. Its not about how much money you get, although monetary compensation is welcome, but its about how your art moves people. How it transports them to a different reality, where they can escape, just like me into this realm. Me with my brush, you with your imagination. My friend Ivey succumbed to a battle against cancer. Fuck Cancer.But she came to me in my art. She transported herself into my brush. At Iveys celebration of life, I brought her with me. Her family and close friends, saw her in my painting. She was my muse, and they could see that. Oh Ivey, once again you have done it.

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Interview with the Artist: Ailen Gorrita


Heartless by Ailen Gorrita

“When I paint, I am completely putting all my emotions and everything going through my brain onto the canvas. It really feels like my art never ends.” Ailen Gorrita

Originally hailing from Cuba, Ailen says she has always felt a fiery passion to create.

The primary creative passion she pursued in formal education was architecture, earning her undergraduate degree in architecture from the University of Florida, then continuing her studies at Washington University in St. Louis, where she earned a masters degree in architecture. Yet, she found a career as an architect didn’t always leave a lot of time for exploring other mediums of artistic expression.

“I’ve always just wanted that outlet, you know? It doesn’t matter the medium. I like mixing my creative passions, really going with the flow, and using creativity to speak my truth, no matter the form,” she says.

As an architect, Ailen designed urban areas designated for parks and recreation, but these days, she can be found with a hand in every artistic pot.  As a graphic designer, she creates logos and advertising materials for clients; as a sketch artist, she creates whole other worlds of detailed drawings; and as a bartender, she knows how to mix the perfect cocktail! A true renaissance woman at heart, Ailen’s favorite thing to create is a massive painting.

Ethereal City, Ailen Gorrita

“When I was in school for architecture, I never really had time to paint for fun, most of my drawings were for architectural renderings. People always asked me if I was an artist and I never really knew what to say. Now that I paint, I say YES. I am an artist!”

Tree of Life, Ailen Gorrita

“I just love painting, and I love painting BIG,” Ailen says. “Painting big really lets me express myself using more than just color, I use my body. I almost dance with the canvas,” said Ailen. “Dance to me is art, and art to me is life.”

Ailen has also found a freedom in painting that feels fresh and new to her.

“I absolutely let my intuition take over when I paint. I get lost in the paintings. I will do one painting, and paint over it. I leave traces of the old paintings, allowing for incredible depth in the work. Each layer reveals a layer underneath. I really let the paintings speak to me and tell me what they want to be.”

In her painting below, titled “Owl,” it seems as if the Owl itself just appears, having been there all along.

Owl by Ailen Gorrita

“I am moving more and more towards painting full time,” Ailen says, “and meeting Alan and Stan was just such a blessing. I met them at a local art fair in Sarasota, and they immediately purchased one of my paintings and it really boosted my confidence. Since meeting them, I have sold more work and feel better and better about pursing life as a painter.”

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“My work is now found in local restaurants, and in Alan and Stan’s showroom. When I first visited their showroom, I totally fell in love with their style and their bold color choices. They are awesome! I look forward to working more with them and really can’t thank them enough for seeing something special in me and my work.”

The essence of a heART

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This illustrates the essence of a heart. A heart that is for everyone, an expression, an image, of that basic and impresedent feeling called love. What is love? Love is the force that drives us to live. Here we sample its nuances, its edges, its scars and its infinite size. My vision jumps, to a warm and loving scene, the scene of the essence of a home… phrases, words, reasons, poetry, beauty, clarity…But still the dark side tries to impose and as light shimmers throu trying to seap in the lines, these dark impure and vain feelings that inevitable try to turn off love …but they are there…Nonetheless the diferent shades that complement love are embodied not in different colors and shapes but in the ideal of love itself. The love we profess to our parent, child, partner, friend, work, art, well…the infinite forms of love. There are certainty in the white boundless edges of the drawing resembling the hollow and available spaces in the heart that we deliver without it being reciprocrated. There are no limits to the root of your heart, no countours , no boundaries. Love expands as much as you want and there is always a piece of your heart to deliver.

Imagination; What does one begin to write when nothing comes to mind…

Sometimes my mind wonders and I begin to write. This is a fragment of my writings…

What does one begin to write when nothing comes to mind. the mind darkens, the skies part, thunder clashes against the ground. A thunderstorm? is it real, or is it the shadows of my life finally catching up with me. Have I run and run from these monsters of the mind, the ones that consume you, or have i been given so much life that now it is all in reverse. I mean after all I am a quarter century old, but my body feels like i been passed 30. Am I that old, I am only 25. Some people think of me as lucky, I think I AM lucky, but I also think that luck like anything else runs out. Have I based my life in luck, or is this just one of those test life gives you and then all of the sudden you get lucky and it goes away. Well I think one of the reasons I got lucky is because I have my very own special guardian angel who seems to watch after me time after time. Have I been spoiled long enough? It seems that with being 25 the full on responsibility of being an adult are finally catching up to me. My angel cant save me anymore, she guides in her sweet silence that the wind brings in my window each day. With that wind comes hope, the hope that God allowed me to breathe. I am here one more day, I am a product of his love. God loves me, he loves us all. Maybe the farthest I am the closer I feel to him. So close yet so distant. Why is it that I fail him constantly, I am honest, I live with my sins gracefully that I have become what god has wanted to become. He has provided me the knowledge of the stars and secrets only activating a different part of brain will provide. He says stop rambling, if you could hear my thoughts, you’d understand my imagination.