
What can I say about Surreal-Expressionism? Well it is a visual form so better I show you…
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Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

What can I say about Surreal-Expressionism? Well it is a visual form so better I show you…
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SUNRISE IMPRESSES
The black fingers of the night begin to loosen their grip…
Curtains rise and the mountains look like early morning guests
arriving for a cup, bringing a smile…
The stillness shudders briefly as it feels the warmth of the light…
The light that filters through the sky turns from yellow to white…
The light that God has given us is a useful light.
Colours begin to bloom like the flowers in my grandma’s garden…
Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 28 JUL 2025 – Türkiye

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APAGA LA LUZ Y VÁMONOS No hay países de blancos ni de negros,los países están hechos de misterios,ilusiones y de sueños.Y los gatos caminan …
Un poema de Francisco Bravo Cabrera: “Apaga y vámonos”
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One of the most famous scenes in human history and one that has intrigued artists throughout the centuries…
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Got to say these are truly impressive… Have a look and tell me what you think…
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An expressionist painting is a painting that surges, (yes, like acid reflux) from within the artist, the image, or expression cannot be stopped. It doesn’t mean that it will be painted ipso facto but it will eventually make its way on to a canvas or something. Expressionism began as a result of the difficulties of war in Europe, specifically in Germany, later in Austria, but the art form spread quickly all over Europe and then to the American continent.
To paint one has to have a few things clear in one’s head. One has to know where the composition will be placed. Will it be on paper, canvas, wood, metal, cardboard, old newspapers? One has to know the medium. Will it be acrylic paint, oil, pencil and ink, markers, or what? Then comes step two, the one where things get a bit more defined. What size will my painting be? What exactly am I going to paint? Will it be abstract, or figurative? Will it be painted horizontally or vertically? What is the idea for the composition? Landscape? Cityscape? Fantasy? Realism? Expressionist? Cubist? Surrealist? Fauve? Ad nauseam…
For me there is a little voice inside that begins to tell me what I should be thinking about… I do not draw what I see, I see what I draw, but within… That is why my painting is not pure expressionism, it is Surreal-Expressionist Jazz Art. Why jazz art? Because it is filled with improvisation, self-expression and it swings…
The two paintings in the image are from the Miami years (1996-2018) and they have been in the collection of a fabulous collector from India who also owned a beautiful home close to Miami. They are from the first phase of Surreal-Expressionism.
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«Leonora«, surreal, mysterious, beautiful… This fine art print is now available only through my gallery at Fine Art America.
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The sun rises every morning…at least we think so…from the east and the coffee maker (la cafetera) sits on top of the stove waiting for the fire so that the coffee can rise and do its phenomenal job of making my mind ready for a new day…
I do not utter a single word to anyone until I have had my first sip of coffee…
Just like the sun is the light that is useful to us for everything we do in the day, coffee is useful to clear the particles of dreams left behind in our heads and prepare us for the experiences we need in the waking time line of existence. Dreams are our experiences through other time lines. Don’t believe what the «experts» (good grief experts!) say. There are more mysteries in life than what they can even imagine…
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Well, it appears that in 1982 Andy Warhol gave up tickets to go see Ozzy Osbourne to go have dinner at Mr. Chow’s. Yet that year they did meet.
Here is what Mr. Warhol said about The Prince of Darkness: «The rock kid who ate the heads off bats.»

And here is what The Prince of Darkness said of the artist: «I met Andy Warhol, but he was a weirdo surrounded by eccentrics.»

I fully agree with both impressions. Warhol was half right, Ozzy was a rock kid, but he only ate the head off one bat… And Ozzy was spot on about the boring, weirdo who did serigraphs of cans of Campbell soup…
So long Ozzy…
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