CONTEMPORARY ART
This is my rough expression, not for business, not for profit. This is just a brief selection of my work. I apologize, some of them may be rude, but they are all symbolic and they all have a meaning. Most of this came wen young. In my 20's, I did 4 individual art shows and participated in several collectives in many places of the world, California, Barcelona, Abruzzo Italy, Guatemala, etc.  I’ve just produced around 100 pieces in this line of art, some of them in large formats. This was not meant to be sold but interestingly enough, most of this work is sold.     Welcome to my imagination.
If you want to read a little bit further, there's some more beneath the gallery.
GALLERY

“What is my inspiration?” 
Many times, this is the question I'll get.

Well, let me start with the following statement: Whatever I have in my hands, has been given. I didn't choose to have it. I just love it and cherish it as my own.

I’m Salvador, an artist and a believer in Jesus, yes, not a common combination. Not something you expect from an artist, maybe.  However, the more I close my eyes the glares of this world, the more I see him, the more I discern that the chances of all this amazing creation just happening are infinitesimal. Too much finger prints, the DNA, the Singularity event in the birth of our universe, etc. One needs much more faith to believe all this engineering and laws of physics  are a product of chance.

I want to paint for the people to know him. I want to paint for the many that earnestly seek, not their own justification, but the truth. There,  I'll be a facilitator and a friend, in my canvases, honest, like the amorphous sprout that I am, because you see, my roots were unearthed from several parts of the world, but deep inside, we all have so much in common.

For whoever wishes to see,  cause seeing is a choice, my canvases, in the future I hope, will become lamps, paths, proverbs or perhaps just a chair, a simple chair to rest. Some day, perhaps, my work will come back to tell tales of how I was swallowed by empty cities, how I felt abandoned by the migration of hopes and forgotten by all, but one, him, my humble Jesus. I got it rough, but  he was enough for me. In him, I met more than the engineer, I met the friend, who extended his hand when I had no place in this world.


Thank you for your caring to read up to this line. This side of me won't affect my professional work.