Collection

I walked to the studio, and a spring of expression came out of me. I came to a connection with my hands, my heart and my work. I sought my Father, and went deep into the work. I made a whip with metal ends. All of a sudden, I found myself whipping the piece of wood in the floor where I was working on. I used all of my strength, the sound made me travel to another time; strength and pain captured my senses. By the eighth lash, tears rolled down my face, and I realized the cruelty of the human race. I understood that the act of flagellation is entirely human and would have to end in the Lamb without stain. Yes, each slash was an internal cry of hope for mankind. When I got to the twentieth slash that detached from my body, I stopped for a few seconds; I observed the material full of eruptions, drawings that painted a heart breaking scene. Around 5:30 AM I came to find a link between pain and hope, between life and death, understanding even more that life begins after death. The thought for passion that does not have any limits came more clearly in my mind, that passion is stronger than consequences... I am the passion of Jesus Christ, yes, each of us are the passion of Jesus Christ who rose from the dead. He is passionate about every move we make in our lives.

It was 4:00 am on a Saturday, and I was

captivated by the need to express what

I had inside of me.

An experience full of expression, full of strength, full of war, blood that was spilled as a signature for an eternity in fullness that’s beyond time.

Carloz Cazares

Artist