The local artist Manuel Acosta Mendoza has managed to deeply penetrate into the spectator audience, who is astonished at his expositive exhibitions, a reaction that invites and calls to tell him: 'Thanks for the effort, for the talent, for the imagination, simply thanks for the way you create and please.'
His naive orientation to create can be defined as a genetic-aesthetic behavior, since it seems to spring from him in the form of continuous reasoning that touches almost all the edges of the imagined and the unimagined, to which only authentic popular artists without academic training, where creation is a touch that surpasses what is understandable as magic.
The reading of his creations is linear, present in each fragment, it is not hidden, nor is it masked, in them metaphors and the most distant and near dreams are not lacking. His poetics is a kind of human book open before our eyes.
Manolito as he knows his town, has overflowed in pieces that are anthological within that universal poetics, with works like 'San Gerónimo and the Lion' and 'La luchita de lo profano'.
The inspirer of this brief commentary also carries out tasks that require the most refined human treatment. This local creator never departs from the ecological suggestions, the approach to nature from a different perspective, he himself is able to solve new positions, convince and ratify his mastery.
Manuel Acosta Mendoza not only shows his capacity as a man of the plastic arts, but also as a creator of the culture that delves with magic and spell into the world of literature. Here is just a sample of his walk through the universe poetry.
DEBTS OF JICOTEA
Slowly, the jicotea
had to sell the house
To pay some debts,
Really! for its sluggishness.
She irredeemably looks so skinny
Now she is bothered by the sun.
She asks for asylum, bluntly,
to the neighbor snail.
---- There is no place, look at my shell__
He responds very sorry.
---- It is very small and round.
Seek help elsewhere!
After many efforts,
The old river gives her some shelter:
--- Come and take a dip ...
--- Sorry I get really cold ...
--- Solve that problem! ---
Thunder roared in the office.
--- Don’t you see that jicotea dies of grief?
Return her carapace!
Do not leave it for later
And excuse her laziness
They are whims created by
The wise Nature.
---- Well, let's work! ----
Said toad from the swamp.
----- I will go for the material
And the artisan carpenter.
Mud and jojo resins
With egg shells ...
Nice she goes, Mrs Slowly,
With her new carapace!
Very happy, the jicotea
and recognizes the virtue,
Well, she's in her carapace
A thousand debts of gratitude.