Is the increase in hairless surface inversely proportional to the loss of civil liberties that we have been suffering during the last thirty years?
Illustrated reflections on art and life.
Having one’s own criteria, listening to oneself, respecting one’s instincts, and reaching one’s own conclusions is not encouraged.
After dancing all the pores are open and I can access places vetoed to a tense mind. Creation flows, experimental and playful.
It is very dangerous not to critizise. Artistic creation is born out of the tension and disagreement between what is and what is thought should be.
I discarded sublimation as a method of printing on fabric until somebody has picked up all those plastic bags that float on our seas.
I wonder when I stopped trusting service companies, supermarkets, banks, telephone companies, big corporations, the art market and politicians.
I am grateful that I am not tied to traditions that I don’t believe in. I am grateful that I can celebrate with the people I love and in whom I do believe.
Things can also be understood without having words for them. Words are like vehicles transporting knowledge, not the knowledge itself.
My favourite metaphor is the stew. With age I am learning that fewer ingredients of better quality are the best base. And that the art is in the method.
I am convinced that everything in nature, and in life, is complementary. We can’t just inhale or exhale, we have to do both, and in order.
When art is good and it reaches us, we understand it with that bit of ourselves that understands that which can’t be explained.
Nothing is possible until it is. Einstein said that to prove something new, first one had to be able to imagine that it was possible.
Sometimes the void of ignorance is better filled by the imagination than by knowledge.
Art hides a truth that it can’t show, because it would betray its etimology, but that has to be there, because if it isn’t, it wouldn’t be art.
Klee, who suffered the consequences of crisis, wars and nazi madness, kept being able to create subtlety.
Without children there is no humanity. To say that something as important as the destiny of humanity is incompatible with art is absurd.
Even if it might seem trivial, colours matter. I am convinced that a more joyful palette would contribute towards taking us out of the crisis.
While we waited for the tea we marvelled at the fact that time passes so slowly when the space is irritating.