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MAT Vilaspasa is a French watercolor artist. Born into a family of printers, he was trained in web design in the early days of the Internet.He teaches web accessibility (for blind people) in various colleges of art in Paris and develops websites for the disabled community.

In 2020, he produced a series of watercolors and created the American Watercolor project which intrigues with its subject matter. MV is disconcerting with his graphic choices, as evidenced by his watercolors of burning American cars.

The production of small (16 x 26 cm) sizes and large (96 x 156 cm) sizes, divided into 36 watercolors allows for travel and a nomadic life.

So why obsessively paint the same subject? The answer was revealed to him one night in May during a sacred ceremony in which he took Acacia Magia, an entheogenic substance. Discover below what was revealed to him.

Book of the Threshold

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I came to set the earth on fire, and how I wish it were already kindled! I have a baptism to receive, and how distressed I am until it is over! Do you suppose that I came to bring peace to the world?  No, not peace, but division…

When you see a cloud rising in the west, you say at once, ‘A shower is coming.’ And so it happens. And when you see the south wind blowing, you say, ‘There will be scorching heat,’ and it happens. You hypocrites! You know how to interpret the appearance of earth and sky, but why do you not know how to interpret the present time?

Yeshua, Good News, Luke 12. Exe.

“ … I like clouds… passing clouds… over there … over there … the wonderful clouds! “

Charles Baudelaire, The Stranger

What I am about to do will not be a true, poetic poem—the kind a real poet might write—because if the word “war” were to be spoken within a true poem, then war—the real war of which a true poet would speak, a war without mercy, a war without compromise—would ignite, once and for all, deep within our hearts.

For in a true poem, words carry the things they name.

René Daumal, The Holy War

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