Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Right Abdominal Spasms

Wandering BODY AND DESIRE (sheaf TALKS TO JAIME GIMENEZ DE HARO)


PRIOR NOTE: What follows below is the text I wrote for the exhibition that the artist Jaime Giménez de Haro (Sagunto, 1951) held in May 2005 in Castell d'Alaquàs. The recovery for this blog after attending a new exhibition of the artist in Valencia, at the Café Malvarrosa-Espai Paral.lel. A joy to which you are all invited.



Dimension


works proposed to us for this exhibition Jaime seek a density such that beyond the form, color, matter, are plotting a buzz of voices that just impose its own dialogic discourse. Dream is not matter, though invited to it, but words that incite crowds to the recreation of work by the viewer, pleasant or bitter dialogue, the indecent exposure of desires, the entrainment of thoughtful invitations to expose us the works. Michel Foucault
raised from his bold thinking, a "Theatrum Philosophicum." From this exposure, and from this reading that we propose, Jaime's work appears to us as a "Theatrum Artis." But not from the spectacle, from the "ob-scenidad", but rather from the dialogic complicity of confidence, the whisper of the word longing and inviting.
His paintings, objects, anchored a passageway between the peaks of classicism and modernity. Air travel stirred visions of previous pictorial worlds, moves the eye to an expansion of space, and from this opening, since this SUGEN hollow echoes which are shaping a dialogical voices writing, drenched in light and pictorial material.
wandering paths are signs from the gift, banks setting dialog: sometimes from a transparency, sometimes from the mystery. There is innocence and no risk. An odd measure of critical distance from the author on his work and tradition. But above all, is a building of its own world, which urges us to share, a foundation that builds strength in private, in the course of the affection, intimate truths.


1 st STAGE:
GESTOS entelechy

"... and no letters in the air is very clear lines" Bances Candamo
Francisco, Theater of the theater.


A world short of earrings, braids as trilobites, looks facing the modest vision, without the furtive desire for false ownership, merely exposed to the caress of a lullaby. Invited to the banquet of dance of women's bodies to another round of sense to the senses returned to the pregnancy of the painting and its meandering line. Rómpese
fabric of the meeting, a clear invitation to life, only touch or hug near these fragments, which together tend to make an appointment at a crossroads where the very moment it becomes a gesture Etemad, the kairos which tended Goethe , which invites us Jaime, hand gesturing life. Increases the glass of time.

HANDS: The gesture is eloquent beyond voice, handwriting all, live in the pure music of the movement, in the living space, humane figure.

ARMS: You are online hymn, "Oh gifted sore! O soft hand, as did Juan de Yepes will trace.

FACE: you seem to me, arms, beauty ansiante, swirling cry, drunk with stupidity. From the dream of the line magnetized and highlights the clear color, the gesture shows his tempered character, full of serenity, órdago of beauty.

THE BODY: Bankruptcy body and arms effort has been said. Gravity and lightness together in intimate yoke as members clinging to me, represent. It is the hand of your painter, or his soul, which is the same, blowing on your breath. So Carducho certified "Move your paint the souls of those who hear him."
The look is stopped but the gesture does not stop, and in that interval, in that "dark pause" spoken of Rilke, the seed sprouts abbreviated Jaime world exposes us, recalling the "puellae gaditanae" Juvenal, those feet that measure the world look like from their contortions, artistically sentencing which left the Pliny: "To believe that there are infinite worlds came from wanting to measure the world in feet." And no place, no purpose in this world short or these infinite worlds that leads us to the Jaime Giménez boxes of
Haro, while the fabric torn down recomposed and supreme figure in a final gesture.


2 nd SCENE:
STATEMENT TO THE LIGHT A CANDLE

The painter and the model clear its sheen in the light reflected from the sail of a study, while the bodies are confused and in a single stroke wishes to make a resounding laude life, a source of deep pride festival.

THE MODEL: right hand is your hand in my fugure award in praise of lust Blessed, a mythical cloak of subtle transparency.

THE ARTIST: Remove the limit is what you crave, or at least bring the two realities that we both make up, stretching my voice an echo box unique. The finite and the infinite, the whole and the fragment. We seek the fuzzy, promising corners of the meetings, the colors that catch a caress, hug the lines of, caught in a confusion of bodies impossible, beyond this box, this world, this wall.

THE MODEL: The limit is only hope. Brush that will not reach your desired space, that flame extinction hidden in saves. Rearward is the day that your hands and your feet can reach it and your life and your desire are only one and indivisible.

THE ARTIST: I gain nothing future realities. Today here irredeemable proclaim the identity of my life, and I wish paragon of a universe in ways that involve, as transparent robes, those spaces that the figures submitted to a perpetual flow of greetings and goodbyes.

THE MODEL: I feel the soft blue and the exaltation of ocher, the tremor of the muteness of yellow and gray. I blinding red and green warm clarity. Rauda is light and lose myself in the sense of your visions.

THE ARTIST: I'm going too Lost in the fog of this awful desire. Feature with my colors in daylight most pristine looking for a light, seeking light beyond the light. And this wandering, this wandering, you, my model, I impose the gift of beauty understood as a light in his drunkenness, soul Panida that celebrates life.


the wick in the room sadly Heloros consumed and a fine, barely, blue flame, turns to his squalid
candle. The breath of the artist, finally, fatally obscures the fabric of the game and a revived light shines in his work.

Women Notaries Topless



pintura abstracta al óleo











90 x 60 cm

Monday, November 22, 2010

Syphilis Chancre Touch



progressing in the mist that fades away,
as early morning light, odors
string of Tejeringo
and fresh milk those goats
Colorao, my hero.
Gary Cooper in my sky,
with the brim of his hat casting a shadow
in his eyes.
In so high, lofty, Tajos
as smooth,
walking a sort of dandyism
wrapped in a dark velvet, with shiny

watch chain hanging from his pocket.

emerged from his silence as a miraculous cave
the voices of his words Malaga, Malaga
a mountain,
pregnant with dark and light.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

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CABRERO ALFONSO THE CHANNELS: The anchorite MALAGA


Thus, "the hermit" Juan Gil-Albert called the poet Malaga Alfonso Canales, high pain that has left us. He wrote in "Notes spontaneous" put in front of the Valencia edition Song of the Earth . I edited Lindes, poetry notebooks, an excellent collection that was released here in Valencia, what's memorable poems of Cesar Gil-Albert and Simon, in the seventies, the right hand of Ricardo Bellveser, Pedro and Ricardo Bessó Arias.

One of my first books of contemporary poetry that I bought with my little nest egg of a young man, was precisely the poems Channel, Port-Royal , edited the collection The Bard. My copy still retains the stamp of the library where you bought: The Idea, Estamañería Vieja, 11. This library disappeared disappeared as those years but still the pages of the book, and follow in the footsteps of his readings, and yellow edges.

attracted first-time young man who garabateba verses in the pages, the striking carmen meditative, existential and spiritual teacher Malaga:

The

same ray of sunshine that warms my knees

cloisters joins me dream, to `tame

shadows of the temples is now brown with identical

Light: the light of this

hour. Not the one in which a mob of followers

marred King

a way of faith, nor the

Thursday
Thursday past or future.

God draws to himself those who trust

and despairing. A

us we have to choose the wide gate

or the eye of the needle, which

always enough light to guide the thread


also, of course, he was attracted to of land that he associated with his poetic inclination, in idyllic way to see the land, the land of his family, that Malaga childhood and adolescence, first love, discovery light, the sounds of the waters of the ways of composing the meanings of this life, giving voice and line from poem to privacy.

poems that were followed which was regularly known to us the author, showing his tireless search, passionate writing: Royal sites, Andalusian Requiem , sabbatical year, port, Song of Earth, etc. Unemployment in the latter because for me is one of its most excellent findings. From him I copy this poem that comes to mind:


(So die the death, as things die

all) when no one knows about me or even

yourself, earth, save anything of mine who has

illation with life

I had,

be alive again. No need to order

times await, each

one in your blood carries

that purpose. As pottery sherds

yours cooked, the great fire makes

(a delusion that encourage

tenaciously) to look in new ways,

safe

their own strength. But the pitcher is broken

of both go to the source

of hope, and everything ends badly

a day or a night

when an oversight

(not sure from whom)

container has Cabado to give what could

to: contours, colors, or liquid

provided.

It takes a little longer, as are classifiable

helmets that allow

rebuild
lines
teachers, details

decoration or the same grounds

than wine or oil

left. And the shadow

eventually reaching

irretrievably
mind, but not the cold loneliness

: at the end

to give back the borrowed
, dark

workshop where they began to form

these verses hurt ,

be no death.

Synyster Cutting Hair



pintura abstracta al óleo

Monday, November 8, 2010

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declining Customs: Christmas

The other day while coming from the supermarket, buying our bread each week: Pampers for children, milk for children, Whisky ... (Or, not for children) a man tasit, very nice by the way because I took RD $ 20.00 on the price as OFTEN DID NOT return my pair, which is a modern custom with the damned .. For is that nothing came the burglar good man, reflecting as they have been losing the customs of Christmas year after year, the issue is so strong that we are in November and pa 'prune senti'la "brisita" Christmas must rozarnos a Cyclone-Thomas-and their side effects. Before one since August was making plans for new year, broadcasters and TV channels started the countdown of days left for the new year, and one was threatening the carajitos pa to be good, but holy clo 'not would leave "kings" Heh!, now you will say that to a child and says that what Dove thy will veni me with that?; best gift to my e aparécete a BB I or a PS3 (ay children so cute until they learn to ask); co-workers were organizing an angel, tells me the thief lord. I remember the last angel in which I participated, "he adds," I play the ma 'ugly and the worst group gave pa' high. And I gave her a very expensive collection of fragrances by Carolina Herrera, with 6 flavors in bottles small sample, I reserve 'RD $ 1,800.00, I imagine how expensive it was, to RD $ 300.00 c/u- and she gives a dry foot cream 'and maltratao' ... I say to you. Graciadio already in the base do not fuck with that shit. To which I told him that the gift I found it very convenient for their daily work and then heard the crickets and MacOS for a while during the trip. After the abysmal silence, I realized that the tasit did not like my comment and asked: What would you like you got for a gift exchange?; ROMO! "Answers" or quéseyo, a game or half Boxel 'or hata' a white patent leather shoe, I have not, women do not have creativity (and see) ... is the friend with the theme of Christmas: I do not even see you 'I screwed Tirap' it, I tell you is that the government banned them and tells me that even the president is against Christmas ... is true, "I say" I do not see the streets decorated with little light 'because it degraciao' energy company now take him prisoner to one if he steals the lu ', and how the devil let' to decorate 'it' in the street or albole vamo to fill it with light bulb wire lu Christmas to you both gutta to carajito?; tell me how I'm going to put a albolo AEntry 'e' Ladrone home when they see a prisoner and a pod is a ta believe in good and clean it up?!; the pod ta 'so bad that now I find one nine days in any lao pa in December, so take advantage of the double-pa' the cat 'funeral, the stew for dinner on 24 and they hold that as of mourning pa baby does not really and you do not have a cello. See for example because my doblesueldo. I did not get paid and now he repaltió to the collector, 'and you get paid double wages? Ute Yes I ask, 'I see so I'm tasit thief, but I'm Indutrial graduao Engineer' of the national evangelical univelsida and I have a bottle in the gobielno, the secretariat of the woman ... and you wonder, not evangelical, but there was that the title came to me ma 'cheap. And that levees that race in that univelsida gave it, but I esigía my title said "Engineer" and you know ute.
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But na, to ute 'saw that 24 repaltidera tobacco the dinner between the neighbor. The street looked like a holmiguero. People taking a home plate for the other and reperpero. It acuelda?; Yes "I answer now I say to my mujel: Bring a fellow who with fellow loan insurance. And the 'gift'?; To me na I do not give gifts. I want EFET. E'ma, when sent a Christmas card to one of my relatives in NY, I put the data in my account popular. When I go to internet banking, if you do not see na, and I know whom I have not welcomed the first day.
The pod ta hard boss ta hard. Ete 'gobielno said he would end poverty, and actually doing a little step slow ta, killing the poor from hunger. A gallon of ga 'Cueto RD $ 86.50 to date. Fancy me that I have the car with ga ', the other day I had to take the tank to the kitchen because I had no pa mujel check, and then I sent him a Chinese Picapoll pa horse that she and carajito comierda. Last year I bought a tree and had to sell the ornaments went out to mow pa dinner. To 'it for the fucking ta carajito wanted a tree. A gadfly on carríjole pussy boy ....


And Christmas song?; Now it sounds and 'the holy breaker. And no longer 'old year, nor did I want Christmas baby' ... clear, cuelno sticking to women, pa got the classroom and etrena clothing, one that can not Give it 'has to be mario and give good understanding ... imagine.


certainly hard as pod ta says thief tasit. We are in November and is not moving at all. And who does not want the thing ... ta be going in 2010