(«Fragmentos»/Francisco Bravo Cabrera/Derechos Reservados/All Rights Reserved)
Fragmentos y pensamientos… bueno para pintar hay que pensar y saber que un cuadro carga encima…pero por debajo de la pintura…muchos pensamientos, quizás hasta algunos que no tuvieron nada que ver con la propia pintura. Y los fragmentos son aquellas partes que uno trae al cuadro quizás de otros cuadros o de otros pensamientos. Es la combinación idónea de la creación artística. Aquí algunas muestras de los fragmentos y pensamientos que dieron lugar a la creación de estos cuadros, muy antiguos ya, de Omnia Caelum Studios (Miami y Valencia).
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Fragments and thoughts… well, to paint you must think about it. I’ll tell you right now that a painting carries a lot of thought you don’t see beneath the paint you see. There are probably a lot of thoughts that have nothing to do with the painting itself. And the fragments are those parts that one brings to the empty canvas, perhaps from other paintings or from other thoughts. Thoughts and fragmentes form the ideal combination for artistic creation. Here are some examples of the fragments and thoughts that led to the creation of these very old paintings from Omnia Caelum Studios (Miami and Valencia).
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(«Piénsame»/Francisco Bravo Cabrera/Derechos Reservados/All Rights Reserved)
«A veces los pensamientos que nos llevan a la creación mayor nacen en lo más oscuro y profundo de la noche cuando uno está en el quinto sueño y uno tiene que levantarse y ponerse a trabajar porque el duende no regresa si lo desprecias.» (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
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«Sometimes the thoughts that lead us to greater creation are born in the darkest and deepest part of the night when one is quite snug in the arms of Morpheus, and one has to get up and get to work because the muse does not return if you disrespect it.» (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
FRAGMENTOS Y PENSAMIENTOS QUE DIERON PIE A CUADROS MIOS
FRAGMENTS AND THOUGHTS THAT GAVE WAY TO SOME OF MY ARTWORK
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(«Desert»/Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)
FOOTSTEPS ON THE SAND
From the bottom of the deepest ocean, a tenor’s voice defeats the orchestra, survives the pressure and currents of the deep and rises to a sandy beach and walks along the sand.
Faith has its own groove rhythmic, free from church, free from bells. I’m a lover of God as you can tell.
I hear the tides, they’re singing. I hear the water, each tiny wave trying to follow, learning the words humming along.
It’s not a miracle, it’s life… From the depths you rise, to the heavens you’ll soar, Relax, if you’re afraid to fly, you can climb a staircase to the stars. It’s time to nurture your soul…
The day whispers his secrets to the night as she approaches. The night whispers her secrets to the morning. The sun is rising, The light dividing night from day is moving east, but a line never begins where one had ended, the snake its tail to bite pretended…
A sigh is heard from high above the clouds, the mountains hold their breath and strain their ears to listen, and He lets it be, and His voice is louder than thunder.
And as the peace of a quiet dream turns into one loud primal scream, the Earth exhales, the Universe can breathe. The footsteps on the beach were left by me.
Os he hecho un paréntesis para introduciros a un pintor contemporáneo y he elegido a Miquel Barceló porque admiro su obra y porque creo que en ella se nota la influencia de los grandes maestros de la antigüedad que seguramente estudió durante su estancia en las academias de arte.
I thought it would be nice to take a break from the old and begin to introduce some of the new. I chose Barceló because I do admire his work and I think that in it one can see the influences that the study of art history and of the masters can bring to modern art.
(«Desert»/Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)
FOOTSTEPS ON THE SAND
From the bottom of the deepest ocean, a tenor’s voice defeats the orchestra, survives the pressure and currents of the deep and rises to a sandy beach and walks along the sand.
Faith has its own groove rhythmic, free from church, free from bells. I’m a lover of God as you can tell.
I hear the tides, they’re singing. I hear the water, each tiny wave trying to follow, learning the words humming along.
It’s not a miracle, it’s life… From the depths you rise, to the heavens you’ll soar, Relax, if you’re afraid to fly, you can climb a staircase to the stars. It’s time to nurture your soul…
The day whispers his secrets to the night as she approaches. The night whispers her secrets to the morning. The sun is rising, The light dividing night from day is moving east, but a line never begins where one had ended, the snake its tail to bite pretended…
A sigh is heard from high above the clouds, the mountains hold their breath and strain their ears to listen, and He lets it be, and His voice is louder than thunder.
And as the peace of a quiet dream turns into one loud primal scream, the Earth exhales, the Universe can breathe. The footsteps on the beach were left by me.