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When the knocks finally came, they made me jump, although I had been expecting them for weeks. Just past midnight, an air of complete ordinariness defined the moment,...

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I paint what I see through the glass. There are many windows in my studio. There are those facing my dreams, desires, obsessions, memories and fears, those poking insolently into my heart and mind, those glimpsing into the stories told by my forebears at dawn, and those opening onto the stupor of the global village, shaped by the media.
There is no God behind these windows, but there are many haunted spectres lurking underneath the innocent faces and sweet smiles, Ghosts that I am hunting with a web of shapes, colours, tonal range and textures on the surface of the canvas and, indeed, on whatever medium I may consider as being appropriate for this purpose.
These works are landscapes of the mind, where representation and abstraction are entwined.

Pablo Luis González, 1998

"Because nothing is as surprising as life. Except for writing. Except for writing. Yes, of course, except for writing, the only consolation."
The Black Book / Orhan Pamuk (translated by Maureen Freely)

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