My life at times has been to the point where I lose sight of my dream, yet like many times before I choose not to give up.
Life is not easy and I have been told that numerous times yet those who tell me that do not walk in these shoes that I wear.
They have walked onto the deepest pain and the hardest of times.
My art is in reality all that I have and all that I am. I am not going to write some cornball artsy shit about my art because thats not how I express myself. The art speaks for itself and through the art it speaks for me. For my artist statement all I can say is something that my Grandfather told me when I was a young man trying to find my way in this fucked up world "Hold your head up high you need to see where you are going. Do not look to the ground.. look at the sky and dream of what you can become for if you lose sight of the sky then you will end up in the ground sooner than you think".
Till this day when I catch myself looking at the ground I hear his voice telling me to look at the Sky.
-Francisco Mulero
The Dream By Francisco Mulero
Its 145am I have been awaken by the sounds of a snoring dog. Awaken from a dream that escapes its meaning,in the dream I hear a familiar voice yet i can not recognize the face. The face leathery with a mustache ,bones break through his face his hands possess a cane that must weigh 100lbs yet he swings it like an abstract artist swings a loaded brush. I ask this soul why do you constantly haunt my dreams, what is it that you want. He stares into the emptiness breathing in the smell of death and whispers what do you want? You possess that which few have yet you keep secrets. His eyes connect with mine white as eggs till they become crimson like fresh blood, he moves towards me yet I stand my ground his hand on my shoulder his decaying body smells like a newborn child. He whispers in my ear you are me and I am you.
Its 145am I have been awaken by a snoring dog.
