I Woke Up Today Missing The Ocean. Went Back Through My Paintings And Found A Couple Great Deep Sea Pictures.

Fireball

I arrived at the lower part of the city, that place where progress stops and abandonment takes over. Under the immense bridge that connects the residential area to the great highway and, beyond, to the rest of the metropolis, the air was heavy, charged with humidity and broken promises. Near the old sewage treatment plant, on the margins of forgotten industry, was the night market. A labyrinth of scrap metal and flickering lights, where fallen souls come to seek redemption or to sell themselves as spare parts.

Here, everything has a price.

Here you find everything and if you don't find it, give them time: someone will make it.

It was in this place that a sales robot, more rusty than functional, offered a defective kidney implant to Mrs. Ibarra. She needed it for her fourteen-year-old daughter, a girl who clung to life with tooth and nail. The implant worked just enough to get her out of the hospital, but not much more. It failed days later, leaving the girl's body in an even worse state. Now her prognosis is clear: she will not survive.

But I am not here for the Ibarra family. I was not sent for the tragedy of a desperate mother or for the girl who is dying on a metal bed. I was sent to investigate the implant, because, according to my superiors, there is something more valuable than life in this world: patents. If the creator of that defective piece stole design, technology or even an idea from large corporations, my duty is to discover it and report it. And, of course, to ensure that the harmed company gets its compensation… and a promotion. For my superiors of course.

Here I am, an agent of the Patent Department, digging through ruins and technological garbage, not to save lives, but to preserve the monopoly of those who run this game. The irony is almost comical: in a city that claims to be the pinnacle of progress, its base is made of waste and desolation. And I am just another one of this rotten place.

Keep on turning’

Black cat in purple and red

Red sun, reed water blue waves

Sunset surf

Heavy Headed Doubt

Blue sun