JOLLA

Born in Envigado, Colombia, when he was a child JOLLA faced with a fun spirit different life situations that we had booked, was the joyful spirit who helped him overcome the obstacles that directly or indirectly blocked his way for a long time diverting fulfilling its mission on this earth.

It was necessary to live all the experiences of pain, sadness pleasure, excitement, despair, ambition, rebellion and many more. After their first encounters with the world of art in an art school MATACOS, his first teacher and the only one, because from there he retired for not having the facilities to attend or sufficient motivation, also happened to his first art studio was converted into a chicken, potato chip factory and finally the kitchen of the house was on the back of his house where he developed his early works of art almost in secret as a great invention of his life, and getting the applause and admiration of her mother and close relatives.

His life unfolds in a mix of conflicts to which we add a time of strong violence in Colombia in the eighties, comprising this the best time of the formation of JOLLA as a man, finishing his high school with anxiety to resolve their economic needs above all, wanted to embrace the world with both hands relying only on the strength of youth and honest principles inherited from their parents, regardless of the fact that society and the life he had reserved for the disappointment ... and lies.

He began to want to change to many people around to your liking encountering sharp conflicts which affected her life, losing control and taking a kind of decisions that ultimately lead him to where supposedly all is lost ... But no, this provoked an explosion of euphoria claiming for lost time and generating an encounter between the artist and its creator, God. With that divinity that gives us life, that gives us the freedom to walk and learn from this existence. Then came the encounter with art, looking and feeling what it is with all his heart and soul.

His self-study writing and painting that began in 1995, shows the beauty of the magic of color and beauty of poetry and his work embodied in three stages would say: "THE MIRRORS OF THE SOUL", as the era of chaos and pain "SPIRITUAL CLOWNS, time of excitement and joy, and" magical paradise "as harmony and peace keeping on the road JOLLA fulfilling its mission in this world according to the spiritual change of the new era ... time ... century.

TECHNICAL DATA

Llano Escobar Jorge Iván JOLLA

1964 born in Envigado June 10

1972 drawing classes at the house of culture in Envigado, a professor MATACOS

Starts self-study 1995 study drawing, painting, Mrs. Vicky Pritchard (oil, acrylic, watercolor, pencil, charcoal).

Advanced painting studio 1997, Mrs. Vicky Pritchard

1998 seconds set in "contest of the year"

1999 Advanced Drawing I, Vicky Pritchard

2001 Advanced Drawing II, Vicky Pritchard

2003 solo exhibition, Banco Conavi Envigado (March)

2003 group exhibition bored camera south trade Envigado (August)

2003 solo exhibition, shopping Villanueva (December and January)

"MIRRORS OF THE SOUL"

Thinking ... thinking ... always ... always ... in my use of reason in love with art as an expression almost divine, almost because we are not Gods, because only God can make real art when it is connected with God ... just so they get to know the realities of life, the feelings that leave a transparent veil where you can see the identity of the soul, be real ... no identification but elsewhere in your body where you can see who you are, but in the pupil of your eyes ... which reflects light, light that gives life to your eyes ... where it enters the world, the wisdom based on observation ... looking at how they operate your hands, your feet ... your peers in harmony with nature ...

Your eyes through the many diverse expressions: happy, sad, tender, humble, tired, restless strong, proud, curious, satisfaction ...

Your eyes light of your body, watch your walk, your thoughts compass ... they are your true door to your mind, give life to your imagination ... as you might imagine something different after seeing him now? ... Collect, eyes and saw only what you really, do not lie, or lie reflect our dreams, which are our souls from moment to moment: an eagle, a tiger, a horse, fish, soul mate, a cobra, a child, elderly ... to translate them into painting, it is difficult for someone who has lived, searching, looking ... in the outside mirrors the reality of every being, every soul ... in every part of that divine spirit ... we have been, are and will forever ...

The souls are from God, like a drop of sea water, which allows heat water spiritualize, to rise ... have a life cycle in which the drop changes ... crashes, falls, travel, combined with other roars, is drink, enjoyed ... until it returns to merge with the sea ... when we understand and accept this, it will give us a mission we set out in our mirrors ... the soul, by reflecting as the purest message to those who cherish the hope that there may be a better world, that the land stay is pleasant and uplifting to our souls ... and then ... another crazy dreamer happens to me, what you see in the "Mirror of the Soul" will be really beautiful, the paintings, the reflections will be painted what is in the infinity of our pupils ...

"CLOWNS SPIRITUAL"

So many faces in this world we live in

Wandering looking for his own truth

Confused, not knowing where we come

We use masks of pride and vanity,

Making this beautiful world a living hell

Looking for someone to expose

Wanting to see his real and eternal spirit ...

Mask that does not support ... much less misleading.

Which meet in this life, beautiful mission

Takes us through different and beautiful ways

To wake us up in this evolution

Leading us to God as humble pilgrims

Harlequins of existence, this life clowns

Spellbound in material treasures, lazy

We around like a lost sheep

Excited in false magicians tricks.

I know of so many humans I've seen

None that are hard to situations

There has been little or anything like Christ

To make you smile many hearts;

It is part of the spirit in its essence

That clown that some try to hide

Which retains a child's innocence

Teaching us know what is given.

"Magical paradise"

Only sites of immense magic exist

Where we are not even permitted to go

What man is seen spreads

An insatiable desire to live.

Because we have the famous intelligence

L break the balance in nature

Science to overcome presumed Believing

We are confused between ugliness and beauty.

The balance and the balance on this earth

Is reflected only in a landscape

Until the arrival of man and his fucking war

Or a project, missile or a sabotage.

We always seek a state of serenity.

Without wanting to leave this beautiful world

We want paradise, no living reality

With responsibility, deep commitment.

Where no man has gone before a

and God can only go with the imagination

and so no harm, what he did with his hand.

WRITINGS BY THE ARTIST, JOLLA

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Thinking ... thinking ... always ... always ... in my use of reason in love with art as an expression Almost divine, Almost Because We Are Not Gods, Because only real art God Can Make When it is connected with God ... So They just get to know the realities of life, the feelings That leave a transparent veil Where You can see the identity of the soul, be real ... But identification is not elsewhere in your body Where You can see who you are, But in the pupil of your eyes ... WHERE Reflected Light, Light That Gives life to your eyes ... Where It Enters the world, the wisdom based on observation ... looking How They Operate at your hands, your feet ... your fellow man in harmony with nature ...

Your eyes Through the Many diverse expressions: happy, sad, tender, humble, tired, restless strong, proud, curious, satisfaction ...

Your eyes light of your body, watch your walk, your compass THOUGHTS ... They are your true door to your mind, Give life to your imagination ... Might as you imagine after seeing him Something Different now? ... Collect, eyes and saw only What You Really, Do not lie, or lie Reflect Our Dreams, Which Are Our ??souls from moment to moment: an eagle, a tiger, a horse, a fish, a soulmate, to charge a child, elderly ... to Translate Them Into painting, it is Difficult For Someone Who Has Lived, searching, looking ... in the Outside mirrors the reality of Every Being, Every soul ... in Every Part of That divine spirit ... What We Have Been, Are and will forever ...

Are the souls from God, like a drop of sea water, Which Allows spiritualize heat water, to rise ... Have a life cycle in Which the drop Change ... crashes, falls, travel, Combined with Other roars, is drink, enjoy ... Until it returns to merge with the sea ... When We Understand and accept this, it will Give us a mission we out in September ....... Our the soul, as it Reflecting the Purest message to Those Who cherish the hope That There May Be a Better World, That the land stay is pleasant and uplifting to Our Souls ... and then ... Happens to Another crazy dreamer me, What you see in the "MIRRORS OF THE SOUL" is really beautiful, the paintings, the painted reflections Will Be What is in the infinity of Our Pupils ...

SPIRITUAL CLOWNS "
So many faces in this world we live in
Wandering looking for His own truth
Confused, Not Knowing Where We Eat
We use masks of pride and vanity,
Making this beautiful world a living hell
Looking for someone to expose
Wanting to see real historical and eternal spirit ...
That mask does not support ... much less misleading.

Which Meet in this life, beautiful mission
Takes Us Through Different Ways and beautiful
To wake us up in this evolution
Leading us to God as humble pilgrims
Harlequins of Existence, this life clowns
Spellbound in material treasures, lazy
We around like a lost sheep
Excited in false magicians tricks.

I know of so I've seen Many Humans
None That Are Hard to Situations
There has-been little or anything like Christ
To make you smile Many Hearts;
It is part of the spirit in essence STI
That clown That Some try to hide
Which retains a child's innocence
Teaching us know What is Given.

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