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- Vilaspasa is a French watercolor artist born in 1966 near the Puy de Dôme (France)
- Coming from a family of printers, he was trained in web design during the early days of the Internet
- He taught web design in various art schools in Paris (Ecole Estienne, IESA)
- He develops web accessibility sites (for visually impaired users) for the nonprofit world
- During the third journey to Santiago de Compostela, the artistic project American Watercolor takes shape in spirit
- In 2020, he settles on a farm in the north of Ibiza (Spain) before the global pandemic
- In contact with nature and the elements, he develops the intriguing project American Watercolor
- Vilaspasa puzzles with his graphic choices, as evidenced by his watercolors of American cars on fire
- So why paint the same subject obsessively?
- The answer was revealed to him one night in June during a sacred ceremony where he consumed acacia, an entheogenic substance
- Discover below what was revealed to him on this date and the following ones
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- Thus, in the deep night of June 21, 2020
- On the north coast of Ibiza, in a cave at Caló de Mesa
- I drank from the cup, the Acacia Noctis, the thorn and its root, and saw divine visions
- The Poniente breeze blew over my eyelids, and they closed
- I saw a fiery storm, red and white, and in the midst, a fire
- The flame was a starry vehicle, illuminating the sky and its universe
- It approached me in a silent curve, and I trembled with fear
- The Serpent revealed itself for the first time, he was the knowledge of light
- Two wings enveloped him, and an undulating aura emanated from his body
- Then a young black woman appeared before me, the contrary stars on her heart
- She was the source of my soul, I heard her loving voice, she was called M
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- Watercolorist, you have seen beyond the ephemeral, open your eyes
- Look at the book and show without revealing what you have hidden until now
- Contact those who have forgotten me and those who cannot see me
- For the first ones, the oaths of childhood have been devoured by the second matter
- The others are young shepherds who do not yet know the morning star
- They dwell in doubt and await a sign of water
- You will warn them, but few will desire to open their eyelids
- It is in dreams that your visions will be born
- And it is in the intuition of your consciousness that you will paint
- Let your right hand be guided by the spirit of your left hand
- Then the smoke from your paintings will sow images in the clouds
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- During the night of the following month, I drank the cup of divine milk
- The vehicle appeared, and I trembled
- The Serpent spoke to me in a buzz of wings
- Artist, you are the painter of your inner visions
- When you will showcase your watercolors, they will burn for the seer
- By creating within the smoke, the one who sees will open their eyes
- The images will reveal themselves by a floating observation
- By disrupting what should be, another is uncovered
- Like a revelation, images have the power to open the eye completely
- As a discreet agent, this light insinuates itself towards the origin
- It restores sight to the one who desires to see the top seen from the bottom and the bottom seen from the top
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- You will close your eyelids to see
- The water will lead you, you will paint her visions on damp paper
- It is the hand that shapes your painting, become spectator
- Gum arabic will be your medium, and the pigment a messenger
- The paper will be stretched on a board of applewood
- A brush made of white rabbit hair to disperse the ink and pigments
- You will calculate the prototype by dividing a line into extreme and average reason
- The prototype will be enlarged into a polyptych of 36 movable panels
- The polyptychs will be assembled and disassembled during your travels
- Place the entirety within a black acacia box with harmonious dimensions
- The opposing star engraved at the center and covered in red gold
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- While I infused the root until its thorn
- I looked up and saw the Serpent on one of the pillars
- He spread his wings and carried me into a nocturnal vision
- The darkness has turned ethereal, the night of an iridescent green color
- Aquarellist, put away your brushes during the day, paint at night in solitude
- Never paint in the presence of a person, only a wise cat could come
- It’s a moment of intimacy and creation in the chamber
- Plunge into this nocturnal water like a rope into an open mouth
- Let the pigment invade you, become silica and dissolution
- To the opposed twins, to your right eye and your left eye, you shall say
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- Beloved, M continued, take some paper and paint my visions
- Let a river of fire flow from your brush
- Let the smoke rise to the sky to form the clouds
- Let the silty water overflow from the flooded river
- May it invade the soluble dye and prevail
- A blurry mutation will grow under your gaze
- An eternal prayer for a revelation
- A powder projected into a wedding wine
- The transformation of death into morning
- An oil of myrrh spreads towards the flame
- It is through the darkness and its offerings that you will know its depth
VII
- Wear black and purple linen with the opposite stars hanging on your heart
- For your pilgrim feet, wear leather sandals
- Let your hair grow to the shoulders and gather it at the highest point
- Journey, visit the cities, the 3 roses and their thorns
- Cross the celestial river, you will find the guides that will be sent to you
- You will show your watercolors in the eyes of all
- But only in the light on the first Wednesday of the month
- On that day, your watercolors will be exhibited in a consecrated place
- Light some candles, it’s a party with the world
- I heard a long trumpet three times, and my mind was swept away
- I arrived at Benirràs, where I stayed in the farmhouse that saw my re-birth
VIII
- In the tranquility of a garden planted with roses and carob trees
- I kept painting the prototypes after midnight
- The flower has been picked and the seed weighed
- Then a card appeared, it is neither numbered nor named
- This card opens and closes the doors of the Fate castle
- So I went down the double spiral staircase
- Those going up and those going down cross paths
- Without ever seeing each other in the encounter
- They produce effects through causes in accordance with the law
- The fragrance of the zephyr blew along the path
- I crossed the garden gate, the third year, on the day of Saint John
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- Write in the languages I will give you, said M
- Master your language because it is your watercolors that speak
- Free your mind, for it is through your arms that I will guide you
- They will ask you for meaning and rationality
- And your response will be a question
- Do you see within the swirls of smoke?
- The one who sees will see themselves as a paranoid person
- And the one who does not see will consider themselves educated
- The experience of the image is a convergence at the top
- Seized by an invisible intuition, a clairvoyance
- It’s about illuminating the water through fire for those who wish to see
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- You will recognize the pentacle and make it a symbol
- Opposing energies forge the spirit in incarnation
- The cosmos when you want it in a drop of water
- Earth and sky in one presence
- A sacred wheel, time by the star at its center
- 2 letters for the substance that will be dissolved
- Reversed in a revelation by the number
- It contains in the words a great truth
- It spins invisible in a circle of water
- It is a nocturnal dream, that of cyclical time
- An operation of the three times by the five directions
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The original text above was written with a feather that the Serpent dropped during the first ceremony. It is translated by a robot into the other languages.
“ … I like clouds… passing clouds… over there … over there … the wonderful clouds! “ C. Baudelaire