March'09: Scope Fair New York(USA),with Iguapop Gallery.
April-May'09: The Fountainhead Residency, Miami (USA)
May'09: Artformz, Miami (USA) Opening May 9th
ARTIST STATEMENT
(Read it if u can!!!)
Lately i've been discovering my hability to live inside the surrealistic game of being able to permanently seek and find (and then put in paper) images laying hidden under other images. Random images among the millions that we come across every day. So I always paint on printed papers no matter very much where they come from...no white canvas anymore in my life. And i do it through rough paint, nearly no scissors and any computers... But even if not gluing anything, technically they still call it collage...So PAINT-COLLAGE IMAGES is what I do (?) If there's anyone still following after that messy explanation of what I do for living.
Or if you let me say it in traditional spanish: Me gustan las mujeres, me gusta el vino...
And now some quotes that made me understad how I relate to painting:
(with a little help of sister raya)
To finish a work? To finish a picture? What nonsense! To finish it means to be through with it, to kill it, to rid it of its soul, to give it its final blow the coup de grace for the painter as well as for the picture.
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What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist.
Pablete Picasso, La Bestia
Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things..."
Edgar Degas
I've been forty years discovering that the queen of all colors is black...."
Auguste Renoir
Art is not a mirror to reflect the world in, but a hammer with which to shape it.
Vladimir Mayakovsky.
The price of collaboration in art is — as in the concentration camps —
excremental suffocation. It is not by submission, coolness, apathy,
boredom that great art is created—no matter what the cynics tell us.
The secret ingredient is what is most difficult to learn: courage.
Boris Lurie.
Il faut être toujours ivre.
Tout est là:
c'est l'unique question.
Pour ne pas sentir
l'horrible fardeau du Temps
qui brise vos épaules
et vous penche vers la terre,
il faut vous enivrer sans trêve.
Mais de quoi?
De vin, de poésie, ou de vertu, à votre guise.
Mais enivrez-vous.
Et si quelquefois,
sur les marches d'un palais,
sur l'herbe verte d'un fossé,
dans la solitude morne de votre chambre,
vous vous réveillez,
l'ivresse déjà diminuée ou disparue,
demandez au vent,
à la vague,
à l'étoile,
à l'oiseau,
à l'horloge,
à tout ce qui fuit,
à tout ce qui gémit,
à tout ce qui roule,
à tout ce qui chante,
à tout ce qui parle,
demandez quelle heure il est;
et le vent,
la vague,
l'étoile,
l'oiseau,
l'horloge,
vous répondront:
"Il est l'heure de s'enivrer!
Pour n'être pas les esclaves martyrisés du Temps,
enivrez-vous;
enivrez-vous sans cesse!
De vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise."
.... and in english...
One should always be drunk.
That's all that matters;
that's our one imperative need.
So as not to feel Time's
horrible burden one which breaks your shoulders
and bows you down,
you must get drunk without cease.
But with what?
With wine, poetry, or virtue
as you choose.
But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the bleak solitude of your room,
you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated,
ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock,
all that which flees,
all that which groans,
all that which rolls,
all that which sings,
all that which speaks,
ask them, what time it is;
and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock,
they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time,
get drunk, get drunk,
and never pause for rest!
With wine, poetry, or virtue,
as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire.
In Primal Therapy, and in any kind of awareness, you might have a person so emotionally engaged in something positive that when they leave the experience, they're emptied. That's exactly what should happen, in the best possible sense.
Joel Peter Witken
Si las formas diseñadas por el pintor en el cuadro no tuvieran repercusión, si, por ejemplo, mandíbulas con horribles dientes no asomaran del cráneo de Picasso para aterrorizar a quienes tienen la impudicia de pensar cosas respetables, entonces la pintura no serviría sino para evitar la rabia en la gente, como hacen los bares y el cine americano.
Georges Bataille, "The Lugubrious Game" 1929
C'est pas du vomi, c'est de la peinture organique !
Anonim
For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.
Friedrich Nietzsche.
An artist does not render nature, he renders visible. He sees what others do not see, and by seeing and rendering on canvas, paper, whatever makes his vision visible to others (if they are able to see).
Paul Klee.
Me acostumbré a la alucinación simple:veía sin la menor vacilación una mezquita en vez de una fábrica, calesas por los caminos del cielo, un salón al fondo de un lago; los monstruos, los misterios, un título de vodevil alzaban espantajos ante mí.
Arthur Rimbaud.
Why, after the great artists, do people ever try to do anything again? Only because, from generation to generation, through what great artists have done, the instincts change. And, as the instincts change, so there comes a renewal of the feeling of how can I remake this thing once again more clearly, more exactly, more violently. You see, I relieve that art is recording.
Francis Bacon (my dad!).
And yet, word is not the life. People talk just to attack something or to defend themselves.
But the one who refuses talking...
How secretful a picture is... A gleam...
that cannot be explained.
The Overpainted Writing by Bela Bacso
Modificaciones, transformaciones, superposiciones, pinturas sobre pinturas...en realidad no se trata solamente de una adición fantasmagórica de nuevos elementos sobre una base preexistente, sino del empleo de esta imagen como fuente de sugerencia, como un excitante transformador de un trastrueque conceptual y, también, como una base de imagen-color ya realizada que condiciona el resultado.Rabia infantil, impulso de metamorfosis,deseo de violentar la belleza establecida mediante la pluma o el pincel iconoclasta.
Antonio Saura (the great!).Superposiciones.
The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
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DEAR FRIENDS:
I truly appreciate your comments and support, and it makes me happy to read them and feel it, but lately I've been overwhelmed by work and travels and it's been impossible to make more than the three minutes morning check around this house...no offence if I stay mute or takes me decades to answer. For proper communications please email me (rai-at-raiescale.info)
I also appreciate people posting pics and pics very very much, but please post them with NO SIZE SCRIPTS IN THE HTML CODE, NO MATTER HOW BIG YOU WANT TO POST or they will look really tiny after visitinnnng my silly automatic size reductor!!
AND COME BACK SOON!!!
“…¿Cómo creer que esta vida salvaje podría bastarte por mucho tiempo? Dos hermosos jóvenes pueden estar encantados con las atenciones que se prodigan mutuamente; pero ¿qué harías tú con un viejo esclavo? De la noche a la mañana, y de la mañana a la noche, soportar la soledad conmigo, los furores de mis previsibles celos, mis largos silencios, las melancolías inmotivadas y todos los caprichos del carácter desgraciado que se desagrada a sí mismo y cree desagradar a los demás.
¿Y soportarías los juicios y burlas de la gente? Si fuese rico, dirían que te compro y que tú te vendes, pues nadie sería capaz de aceptar que pudieras amarme. Su fuese pobre, se burlarían de tu amor, y lo convertirían en un objeto ridículo a tus propios ojos, te harían avergonzarte de tu elección. En cuanto a mí, me acusarían como de un delito de haber abusado de tu candidez, de tu juventud, de haberte aceptado o de haber abusado del estado de delirio en el que cae […].”
Chateaubriand, Amor y vejez. Editorial Acantilado. Barcelona, 2008
Dreams. Dreams induce me. Seduce me. My spirit is taken by the dark and surreal and beautiful and seraphic-winged in ethereal heaven and bleeding and burning stygian vortex images that haunt me and have been doing so since early childhood.
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