We can move mountains when others believe in us. That is why we need to get rid of bad leaders, because just by being there they make us all a bit worse.
Illustrated reflections on art and life.
Sometimes I think the fact that we call ourselves Homo sapiens shows how stupid we can be. It is not a description, but could be an inspiration.
Men are considered more important than women. And many physical, mental and spiritual diseases originate in this dismissal of the feminine.
The fascination for naked bodies and sexual organs seems normal and healthy to me. It is after all the manifestation of one of our most potent instincts.
Is the increase in hairless surface inversely proportional to the loss of civil liberties that we have been suffering during the last thirty years?
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.