A short reflection on art, invisibility, and the uncomfortable truth behind the phrase “less is more.” Sometimes, in art and in life, less is simply less.

A reflection on Xul Solar’s visionary art, alchemy, hermetic thought and inner universes beyond trends, power and the art market. The alchemist.

A brief meditation on emptiness as a starting point, through architecture, sculpture, and the monumental spaces shaped by Eduardo Chillida.

An introspective reflection on the thin line between madness and creation. Through the stormy brilliance of J.M.W. Turner, Ojolo questions the blindness of today’s art market, a world that often mistakes light for noise.

Art isn’t a choice —it’s a calling that can drive you to the edge of madness. In “Between Madness and Art”, Ojolo reflects on the life of Martín Ramírez, a visionary who turned schizophrenia into a landscape of creation.

Celebrating presence in the digital realm. ojolo reflects on the inclusion of his work Mascarojo 25 in Harmony of Tension, a global virtual exhibition curated by Dominique D. Sahms. The piece examines the red mask as symbol and mirror, what we hide, what we unveil.

An homage and reinterpretation. ojolo fractures José Clemente Orozco’s vision of The Christ Destroying His Cross into digital radiance, where nuclear light meets divine gesture. A meditation on apocalypse, art, and rebirth through destruction.

This essay is a descent, not into despair, but into truth. ojolo explores the act of creative falling: letting go of safety, certainty, and recognition. The abyss becomes a site of revelation, where failure mutates into light.

A meditation on the immortality of art. ojolo imagines a spectral island where artists who vanished in silence still create beyond the material world. A reflection on legacy, anonymity, and the strange beauty of persistence after erasure.

Main image of ojolo’s artwork: composition of layered textures and semi-formed shapes, evoking absence, fragmented masks, and memory’s fissures — a visual exploration of being unseen and the poetics of erasure.

We don’t talk enough about this, because the algorithm doesn’t like the smell of failure.