Jesus Gonzalez Flores

Nations, ruler, slave subjected,
All on this one point agree;
Joy of earthlings is perfected
In the personality.

Every life is worth the choosing
If oneself one does not miss;
Everything is worth the losing
To continue as one is.*





Jesus is a noun and Apollo.

I paint as I go, to yield and convey all that I exist: to create a coherent synthesis of self and humanity, culture and technology, through and action.

Bodies of portraiture originate from highly accessible givens: available information that liberates itself through conversation yet is seized by private behavior. Identity instantaneously transforming into islands and clouds of remote isolation; each carrying modal content, tongues, historical context and processed through activity along nominal moralities. These clashing corporate discords depict a neutralizing play between what is everyday and brushed off, utility, human stridency, idea and ideal. Jesus reenacts and reveals not one image, but several and contradictory beginnings illuminating the potential of imagination and solitude. Sound bytes and stereotypes gathered through gradual Dionysian erasure, translating states to the full as real.

Jesus presents notions and edges by using invisible sitters: portraying transparent names and numbers for viewers. Past public alters of bewilderment and private falters in and of stupor; Jesus captures performative renderings and investiture of all and nothing. Applying painting, pairings and ostensible shades and aesthetic values to bare commonality and measures in reality.

ⓒJesus Javier

*Poems of the West and the East, Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe