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Diego V. Ulate A place to show (off?) my art and to express my gratitude to my very elusive muses Painter

La abuela
12/10/2020

La abuela

Cuando niño ella era tan presente en todos los quehaceres de la vida. Ir a misa, el desayuno, hacer mandados, el bus, el kínder…Mil cosas. El olor a jabón, el brillo de las sábanas blancas al…

Climate disruption, oil crisis, pandemics, planetary power grab. All the actors are ready and only waiting for the main ...
14/09/2020

Climate disruption, oil crisis, pandemics, planetary power grab. All the actors are ready and only waiting for the main character to plough into the scene...I fear! Mars set to occupy the Levant.

Climate disruption, oil crisis, pandemics, planetary power grab. All the actors are ready and only waiting for the main character to plough into the scene…I fear! Mars set to occupy the Levan…

Digital art Uno de mis más viejos recuerdos. Había que correr y esconderse en el cuartillo porque venía la tía Pelotas. ...
13/09/2020

Digital art Uno de mis más viejos recuerdos. Había que correr y esconderse en el cuartillo porque venía la tía Pelotas. Yo no sabía el porqué del afán pero mi abuela nos insistía que la doñita era un sol de verano y que teníamos que ser buena gente sin importar las apariencias. El otro día me puse valiente y me asomé a atisbar a las famosa tía y sí! [ 30 more words ]

Digital art Uno de mis más viejos recuerdos. Había que correr y esconderse en el cuartillo porque venía la tía Pelotas. Yo no sabía el porqué del afán pero mi abuela nos insistía que la doñita era …

-Is a very hot day. As I jump into the fresh somewhat murky waters I wander...Can’t see beneath my feet. Branches, grass...
10/08/2020

-Is a very hot day. As I jump into the fresh somewhat murky waters I wander...Can’t see beneath my feet. Branches, grass, algae, the sporadic kissing fish...just the cool currents making sense of my bodily shapes. I know I’ll feel cold once I step out of the lake

-Is a very hot day. As I jump into the fresh somewhat murky waters I wander…Can’t see beneath my feet. Branches, grass, algae, the sporadic kissing fish…just the cool currents making se…

Covid-19The Omen I fear has been flying over our heads for nine months already. We try to live up to our best expectatio...
08/08/2020

Covid-19
The Omen I fear has been flying over our heads for nine months already. We try to live up to our best expectations but s**t! is hard. Sometimes I wish to be suddenly awaken into a new better word. Is easier to realize is just another day and thankfully me, my husband friends and family are safe and sound. Utopia wait for me!

20/07/2018
This very old project of mine has to do with religious iconography being replaced with imagery of people with gender amb...
12/07/2018

This very old project of mine has to do with religious iconography being replaced with imagery of people with gender ambiguity...

A gift for Dan. Is going to take years of L.O.V.E.
06/07/2018

A gift for Dan. Is going to take years of L.O.V.E.

I SEE PATTERNS!
06/07/2018

I SEE PATTERNS!

I like the way my ideas turn into visions by the magic of physical expression. It is not supposed to be easy anyway. Som...
06/07/2018

I like the way my ideas turn into visions by the magic of physical expression. It is not supposed to be easy anyway. Some of my half-cooked works hang on walls or gather dust for years until I revisit them hopefully for the last time. Other projects walk away from me as soon as I lay down my signature and date of creation. To each one of my babies I say, ‘fly to a happier place, different sights, lovelier walls’. -Diego V. Ulate

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Exploring my options!

I am a graphic designer because the papers say it and I probably forgot to ask myself the same question 20 years later.

How many times we have the opportunity to express our inner creativity away from the tick tack, or wake up suddenly only to run to the sketchbook and draw our dreams?…And since life gave me the chance I took it. Some call me artist/hippy/bourgeois but, since words don’t define anybody I will dedicate a painting about it and have a bottle of good wine.

They say, paint flowers and pretty mountains if you want to sell …I paint what I can and what I love

I paint dreams, feelings, faces and eyes. I paint photons and the minuscule, the immeasurable, the flying and the crawling. Broken people are good to paint, they say so much about our inner fears, I paint symbols of whatever and create my own magical ones, fallen gods, risen humans, death and life, psycho and sane…The planet Earth inside a polluted heart.