The House that speaks of a Man… his Chapel

At the entrance we look at the architecture of the past and forms that speak of its owner, a lover of his roots and his millenary culture so often misunderstood, trampled and reflected in his art.

A hand that expresses pain, A hand that expresses justice, A hand that does not want to see, A hand that stifles the cry, A hand that covers the cry, A hand that loves and protects the family. How much could we say about what is captured in canvases and color before the essence of his artistic expression, of “Ave Blanca Volando” or Guayasamin in Quechua.

Nature and the mountain are the borders of his home and sleeps “Ave Blanca Volando” or Guayasamin forever in the environment at his home.

Infinite work of Art we can enjoy because Museum is the House or Chapel of “Ave BlancaVolando”, impossible forget one canvase that speaks of a night of friends and left forever captured in sounds his memory, his past.
“I cried for not having shoes, until I saw a child who had no feet”. Oswaldo Guayasamìn

Patricia RG