I find my inspiration
in every day poetry,
The adventure of meeting people,
the peaceful life in the country,
my visits to urban metropolis,
trips and discovery of new things.
The art shop,
my laboratory of thoughts
where ideas take form,
where works of art bloom,
in diversity,
in harmony
or in contradictions.
Art is like life,
Full of mysteries,
questions without answers.
What’s important is to play,
No matter if our creative movement
is being born in the mind of the adult
or in the spontaneity of the child.
Creating is like taking a boat and sailing.
Our cape is perfection,
knowing that it is an unreachable island.    
Our poets souls
sometimes build illusions for us,
as shadows in the horizon
of the promise land,
to give us hope
to maintain our dreams alive
to paint the impossible.
 

- Humberto Pinochet

A handsome man of 53, his smile is broad and genuine; his handshake strong as is his presence. He exudes “joie de vive” romanticism; not only in his art but also in his life.

Born in Santiago Chile, Pinochet’s mother, Sylvia Araya a painter in her own right, invariably guaranteed his childhood would be steeped in arts and culture.

As a child he excels throughout grade school and throughout high school winning artistic awards, merits and diplomas. His progression took him to the Fine Arts program at Valparaiso Catholic University. It was here Pinochet changed direction and seriously studied architecture and later, graphic design. However, he never abandoned his love of painting and more so, his penchant for drawing.

At twenty, he leaves his beloved Chile to follow his wanderlust to Canada.