Published by: Read To Me Foundation
Published by: Read To Me Foundation
Published by: Read To Me Foundation
Juan de Dios Varela
"Excuse my accent... Images are my
First Language"
Originario de Chihuahua, Chih.
Radicando actualmente en Las Vegas NV, USA
Diseñador Gráfico de formación,
diplomado en la
Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México,
Actualicé mis estudios en el
Colegio del Sur de Nevada
en Las Vegas NV,
He participado activamente en la comunidad artística con más de 17 exposiciones tanto en México como en los Estados Unidos.


You must excuse my accent since I recognize images as my first language,
Art is my favorite method of communication, colors and shapes become my voice, my visual language acquires a magical touch through pencils and brushes.
I define my work as a silent narrative, apparently without any order. This “visual readings” allow the viewers’ fantasy to tell the story from the images they see on the canvas, using their own perspective.
This binomial visual narrative of my art, with the lack of perfection implicit in the written word, gives me the freedom to express my feelings through incoherent strokes of color, full of spelling mistakes, without periods or comas, with accents of color out of place, nevertheless inviting to a perception of trial and error, without fake pretentions; it is just a simple search of simply knowing that at the end every piece of artwork will be exposed and criticized.
Being the artist/creator, I am intrigued by the unknown future definitions that my art creates in the mind of the reader/audience.
I work mainly with the watercolor technique.
Practicing and playing with watercolors has led me to become passionate about the transparency of colors.
Even though not exclusively, my creative framework has a lot to do with dreamlike compositions derived from my imagination and always focused on arrange of tones that express the positive side of life, in other words “The Joy of daydreaming”.
My work is a mixture of reality, fantasy and visions that have nothing to do with each other, until the drawing instruments drop their colored spots on the paper, compromising reality with imagination.