David Zamora Casas

On canvas, lace, bones, wood, metal, and sometimes nopales, I paint.

Mixing linseed oil with

Experiences of my soul,

I search and research my identity.

Chicano on the verge of reaching what is

Perpetually beyond my grasp,

Desperation is my inspiration.

I/My brushes have no secrets.

In solitude, my art is my lover.

Examining my consciousness for a connection with “God” or

Inner self, I paint personal observations.

Resurrecting … First racist encounters,

                              Religious experiences,

                              Fear of sexual desires not yet understood.

Documenting the pursuit to live and die with dignity.

Exploring sexuality beyond complacency.

Incorporating semen, pubic hair and barbed wire on canvas in my quest

For open dialogue and mutual understanding.

No longer a schoolboy ashamed of “mi idioma”

Comfortable now with my sexual orientation.

Freedom to paint what I feel.

Combining visual, narrative and music in performance art,

Hoping to clear up stereotypes and build up ethnic self esteem

In myself and “mi familia.”

Trying to create something beautiful that will last forever.

Exploring without reservation the identity of

David Zamora Casas and “alter” ego Nuclear Meltdown

A born again American Mexican.

Madre Santisima was the focal point of an installation titled “The Poetry of Art” made possible by a grant from Artpace: A Foundation for Contemporary Art. The central figure (Madre Santisima) representing the earth was flanked by nude portraits of women personifying the seasons. In the installation, I tried to address issues such as the depletion of our own environment, stereotypes based on color and histories of dominance, and art as a tool for colonization.

Madre Santisima is a version of a goddess that fuses symbols representing colonial paintings of La Virgen de Refugio, La Virgen de Guadalupe and the Aztec Goddess Cuautlique. I feel that the aesthetic impact of this image has connections with/to family, nurturing, and the balance between destruction and rejuvenation.

Portrait of Burnout is a tongue-in-cheek word play referencing my addiction to serrano and jalapeño peppers and the burning out of stars, i.e., falling stars. Inspired by the farm worker struggles and the gay and lesbian culture, this image was born out of a wish for a better life, a world without prejudices and violence, a world without AIDS. I feel the aesthetic impact is created through a whimsical and androgynous-angelic fairy charro (Mexican cowboy) with a falling star blazing out on the crotch of the skirt he/she is wearing. The figure reflects the worldview of someone whose life is living art. We live our lives as art. Art is not static, but an ongoing process, ephemeral and at the same time part of our daily routines and permanent existence.