JaZzArt en València

I call my drawings, and many of my paintings, «JaZzArT» because they dance…

Jazz music follows three basic «rules» which are: Improvisation, the player (soloist) as composer and swing. I try to do the same within my artwork. But how do I accomplish it? I’ll tell you…

First, I start by imagining the composition, in other words, visualising it vividly in full detail as I listen to some jazzy tunes; I begin to sketch to the music, following the rhythm and the nuances of the melody; I allow the sketch to «climb up to the canvas» in colours that resemble the chords and the harmonies that I am listening to; then I improvise instead of simply copying the sketch and I let my «soloist» (usually one of the figures within the composition) to lead me on, to tell me the colour, to compose a bit; then I balance the colour wheel within the composition so that it can dance…

Here are some examples of JaZzArT drawings…

CHEERS

Asciugare Il grigio e il buio successivosempre più precoce,dolori immaginari,condizioni essenzialialla nascita della pioggia,orgasmo delle nubiil cui…

Una mañana poética con Flavio Almerighi (Ita/Esp)

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GRACIAS

A little bit of you…

a piece of me.

Sweat breaks off our skin and we sprinkle the floor with the gin we drank in better days when we thought we were truly free.

No, it wasn’t honey, we toasted with bile and not champagne, no honey moon with us remained.

And it wasn’t freedom.

Shackled hands and shackled feet to the altar we were led by a glorious man of many wars a sailor tried and true, with voices pouring from his head that made us dream of youth…

A hefty chunk of you,

and a bit more of me,

leads us to days when we suffer dearly and crave to live one more second of laughter or a minute of tears.

Because if from you and from me there exists only shadows,

from me and from you there is nothing.

C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 28 de noviembre 2021, València, España

CADA DÍA

Un poco de ti,

un poco de mi.

Se desprende el sudor, se desprende el anís que bebimos pensando que ya éramos libres.

No fue luna de miel, pues bebimos un trago de hiel no champán.

Y no fue libertad, pues atado de manos y pies al altar nos llevó un militar con su capa de seda y su voz que nos hizo soñar…

Un pedazo de ti,

un pedazo de mi,

cada día sufrir más, cada día por vivir una breve caricia al llorar o reír.

Pues si de ti y de mi solo quedan las sombras, de mi y de ti no queda ya nada.

C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 28 de noviembre 2021, València, España

“If you’re afraid to fly God will give you stairs” (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)

“Si te da miedo volar, Dios te dará una escalera.” (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)

Me parece que lo estamos viendo y viviendo, ¿No?

A little bit of you…

a piece of me.

Sweat breaks off our skin and we sprinkle the floor with the gin we drank in better days when we thought we were truly free.

No, it wasn’t honey, we toasted with bile and not champagne, no honey moon with us remained.

And it wasn’t freedom.

Shackled hands and shackled feet to the altar we were led by a glorious man of many wars a sailor tried and true, with voices pouring from his head that made us dream of youth…

A hefty chunk of you,

and a bit more of me,

leads us to days when we suffer dearly and crave to live one more second of laughter or a minute of tears.

Because if from you and from me there exists only shadows,

from me and from you there is nothing.

C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 28 de noviembre 2021, València, España

The Church of Aya Sophia, (Άγια Σοφία), constructed in Constantinople in A.D. 360 as a temple to Christ, to wisdom, to faith and to beauty. It holds priceless treasures of Byzantine iconography.

Cheers…