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NINFAS Y SU JARDIN SECRETO


Nymphae and her secret garden

© Copyrigth | Héctor Pineda | hectorpinedart@gmail.com
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Ink and graphite on paper 14X20 inches

In this secret garden
Please don't speak
In this secret garden
No one sleeps

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Thanks to ~komturh
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El ritual del desollador

The ritual of the skinner
Pencil (4B, 6B) on watercolor paper

Inspiration from the non-linear Ghotic Drama Hyper-cycle of David Bowie and Brian Eno.

This work is now part of the KEITH WIGDOR COLLECTION.

"Below is an artwork (a rare drawing) by one of my favorite contemporary surrealists, HECTOR PINEDA, whose Surrealism is the open doorway to a new universal fissure in the interior landscape of the human mind! The Immediate Proposition contained within Hector Pineda's Surrealism is...... The New Eroticism of Essence and Subjective Chance that remains so exclusive and independent of the strict deterministic urge to realize, yet continues to advance the Revolutionary Aspects of the Fantastic Reality separated from the Inner-Surreality becoming externalized so magnificently! Hector's surrealist art gives immediate prominence to analyzing the antithesis preserved in the reconciliation of his motifs and themes that destroy all forms of imitative painting! A Surrealist Revolutionary on all Levels! Ladies and Gentlemen, HECTOR PINEDA!!!"

Worrds by Keith Wigdor



Art by Héctor Pineda / hectorpinedart@gmail.com
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Ab uno

Ink on paper
The time in eternity, finitude of man, the union of the macrocosm and microcosm.
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Cosmic Erotic Cabin

17 X 14 inches drawing Exquisite Corpse with Deborah *a-neon-devil-breath I´m honored for the chance to do this drawing with my dear friend.

I sent to Deborah the right side covered except a 3 cm strip. She finished the left side.

Eroticism, surrealism, cosmic connetion...

Comments and faves to Deborah =>
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Ghosts of the lunatic bedlam

Exquisite corpse with Neil Dring ~knotty-inks

A wavy diagonal collaboration, Neil did the lower part (down left to top rigth) like this: / but wavy. I completed and this is the outcome.

Bedlam, popular name for the Hospital of St. Mary of Bethlehem, London, an insane asylum, from Middle English Bedlem Bethlehem

Please commets here: [link]
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My Lymphoma
Black fine ballpoint pen...12" x 14" (27.9 x 35.6 cm)

This drawing was done over the course of 8 months and 16 chemo treatments for Hodgkin's Lymphoma, the last treatment being yesterday.
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El jardín de Meda

Medea´s garden

Graphite on paper 34 X 43.2 cm


"In vain, my children, have I brought you up,
Borne all the cares and pangs of motherhood,
And the sharp pains of childbirth undergone.
In you, alas, was treasured many a hope
Of loving sustentation in my age,
Of tender laying out when I was dead,
Such as all men might envy.
Those sweet thoughts are mine no more, for now bereft of you
I must wear out a drear and joyless life,
And you will nevermore your mother see,
Nor live as ye have done beneath her eye.
Alas, my sons, why do you gaze on me,
Why smile upon your mother that last smile?
Ah me! What shall I do? My purpose melts
Beneath the bright looks of my little ones.
I cannot do it. Farewell, my resolve,
I will bear off my children from this land.
Why should I seek to wring their father's heart,
When that same act will doubly wring my own?
I will not do it. Farewell, my resolve.
What has come o'er me? Shall I let my foes
Triumph, that I may let my friends go free?
I'll brace me to the deed. Base that I was
To let a thought of wickedness cross my soul.
Children, go home. Whoso accounts it wrong
To be attendant at my sacrifice,
Let him stand off; my purpose is unchanged.
Forego my resolutions, O my soul,
Force not the parent's hand to slay the child.
Their presence where we will go will gladden thee.
By the avengers that in Hades reign,
It never shall be said that I have left
My children for my foes to trample on.
It is decreed."
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LILITH

Having decided to give Adam a helpmeet lest he should be alone of his kind, God put him into a deep sleep, removed one of his ribs, formed it into a woman, and closed up the wound, Adam awoke and said: 'This being shall be named "Woman", because she has been taken out o f man. A man and a woman shall be one flesh.' The title he gave her was Eve, 'the Mother of All Living.'

Some say that God created man and woman in His own image on the Sixth Day, giving them charge over the world; but that Eve did not yet exist. Now, God had set Adam to name every beast, bird and other living thing. When they passed before him in pairs, male and female, Adam—being already like a twenty-year-old man—felt jealous of their loves, and though he tried coupling with each female in turn, found no satisfaction in the act. He therefore cried: 'Every creature but I has a proper mate!',and prayed God would remedy this injustice.

God then formed Lilith, the first woman, just as He had formed Adam, except that He used filth and sediment instead of pure dust. From Adam's union with this demoness, and with another like her named Naamah, Tubal Cain's sister, sprang Asmodeus and innumerable demons that still plague mankind. Many generations later, Lilith and Naamah came to Solomon's judgement seat, disguised as harlots of Jerusalem'.

Adam and Lilith never found peace together; for when he wished to lie with her, she took offence at the recumbent posture he demanded. 'Why must I lie beneath you?' she asked. 'I also was made from dust, and am therefore your equal.' Because Adam tried to compel her obedience by force, Lilith, in a rage, uttered the magic name of God, rose into the air and left him.

Adam complained to God: 'I have been deserted by my helpmeet' God at once sent the angels Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof to fetch Lilith back. They found her beside the Red Sea, a region abounding in lascivious demons, to whom she bore lilim at the rate of more than one hundred a day. 'Return to Adam without delay,' the angels said, `or we will drown you!' Lilith asked: `How can I return to Adam and live like an honest housewife, after my stay beside the Red Sea? 'It will be death to refuse!' they answered. `How can I die,' Lilith asked again, `when God has ordered me to take charge of all newborn children: boys up to the eighth day of life, that of circumcision; girls up to the twentieth day. None the less, if ever I see your three names or likenesses displayed in an amulet above a newborn child, I promise to spare it.' To this they agreed; but God punished Lilith by making one hundred of her demon children perish daily; and if she could not destroy a human infant, because of the angelic amulet, she would spitefully turn against her own.
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Las cuatro Nefilim: Infiltración extraterrestre en la gnosis humana


"The four Nefilim: Infiltration alien in human gnosis (Aufklärung)"

Diagonal exquisite corpse, ink on paper with the talented Luca *lucarduca (Italy), I did it the lower right and sent it to Luca showing just one inch of mi drawing, he completed the upper left.....I do love the outcome.

Please comments and faces to Luca here: [link]
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Capítulo 3: La traición a la Reina Blanca

Exquisite corpse with *lucarduca from Italy

Luca did the bottom half, covered it all but a small strip and mailed to me, I finished the top half based only on the small strip.

Comments and faves to Luca here: [link]


...el rey no le dijo nada,
en su cámara se entró
enviara dos maceros,
los cuales él escogió.
Estos fueron a la reina,
halláronla en oración.
La reina como los vido
casi muerta se calló,
mas después en sí tornada,
con esfuerzo les habló:
-Ya sé a qué venis, amigos,
que mi alma lo sintió;
y pues lo que está ordenado
no se puede excusar, no.
Di, Castilla, ¿qué te hice?
No por cierto, no traición.
Hoy cumplo dieciéis años
en los cuales muero yo;
el rey no me ha conocido,
con las vírgenes me voy.
Doña María de Padilla,
esto te perdono yo;
por quitarte de cuidado
lo hace el rey mi señor.
Los maceros le dan priesa,
ella pide confesión:
perdónalos a ellos,
y puesta en contemplación
danle golpes con las mazas:
así la triste murió.
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