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Fitzgerald tenía toda la razón

Amrita nació en Hungría (1913) y murió en Pakistan (1941), pero se le considera una artista india. Su padre era punjabi sikh y su madre húngara de origen judío. Se le conoce como la «Frida Kahlo» de la India y al mismo tiempo se dice que es la pintora india más importante del siglo XX. Bueno, esto no lo entiendo porque si es la más importante no puede tener relación alguna con una tan poco importante como Frida Kahlo. Amrita fue la única asiática que expuso en el Gran Salón de París… Estudio pintura en París… sus referentes fueron Renoir, Modigliani, Cézanne y Gauguin, de este ultimo se inspiro para pintar su Autorretrato como tahitiana (1934)… En 1934 regresó a la India y comenzó a pintar escenas de su país. En 1937 se traslado a Hungría. En 1941 se mudo a Lahore donde en pocos días murió inesperadamente. Tenía 28 años de edad.

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Amrita was born in Hungary (1913) and died in Pakistan (1941), but is considered an Indian artist. Her father was Punjabi Sikh and her mother was Hungarian of Jewish origin. She is known as the «Frida Kahlo» of India, yet it is said that she is the most important Indian painter of the 20th century. Well, I don’t understand this because if she is so important, she cannot have any relation with someone as unimportant as Frida Kahlo. Amrita was the only Asian to exhibit at the Grand Salon of Paris… She studied painting in Paris… her influences were Renoir, Modigliani, Cézanne, and Gauguin, from the latter she drew inspiration to paint her Self Portrait as a Tahitian (1934)… In 1934, she returned to India and began painting scenes of her country. In 1937, she moved to Hungary. In 1941, she relocated to Lahore where she unexpectedly passed away after a few days. She was 28 years old.

GRACIAS – CHEERS

Su pintura es metamórfica, y yo se, me dirás, ¿Y qué es eso? Venga que te lo voy a explicar y enseñar…

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His work is metamorphic, and yes, I know you are going to say, what the hell is that? And I am going to tell you and show you, relax…

Mira bien el cuadro y dime lo que ves. Fíjate bien. Estás mirando una pintura metamórfica. Las figuras forman…por la fuerza de la magia del pintor…otra cosa, otra figura, o figuras, y cambian completamente la composición. ¿Te has dado cuenta?

Octavio Ocampo, mexicano, nacido en Guanajuato en 1943 es pintor y escultor. Confieso que no tenía ni idea de su existencia y jamás había visto su obra, pero una vez que me la enseñaron me han parecido muy interesante y me han recordado la obra del gran maestro italiano Arcimboldo.

Ocampo estudió pintura en la Escuela Nacional de Pintura, Escultura y Grabado en La Esmeralda Bellas Artes y de 1972 a 1974 en el San Francisco Art Institute, de San Francisco, California. Además hizo la escenografía de más de 120 películas mexicanas y estadounidenses, y también la escenografía de muchas obras de teatro. Ha expuesto en México, Estados Unidos, Canadá, Latinoamérica, Europa y en el Medio Oriente. Y es fácil ver por qué, es un artista con gran vision, buen gusto y mucho, pero que mucho duende…

Ahora te pregunto yo, ¿Lo conocías? Venga, si no aquí lo tienes…

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Look closely at the above painting and tell me what you see. Pay attention. You’re looking at a metamorphic painting. The figures form… with the magical abilities of the painter… something else, another figure, or figures, completely changing the composition. Have you noticed?

Octavio Ocampo, Mexican, born in Guanajuato in 1943, is a painter and sculptor. I confess that I had no idea of his existence and had never seen his work, but once it was shown to me, I found it very interesting and it reminded me of the work of the great Italian master Arcimboldo.

Ocampo studied painting at the National School of Painting, Sculpture and Engraving La Esmeralda Bellas Artes and from 1972 to 1974 at the San Francisco Art Institute, in San Francisco, California. In addition, he designed the scenery for over 120 Mexican and US films, as well as for many theatre productions. He has exhibited in Mexico, the United States, Canada, Latin America, Europe, and the Middle East. And it’s easy to see why; he is an artist with great vision, good taste, and a lot, but a lot of magic…

Now I ask you, were you familiar with him? Well, if not, here it is…

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Si te ha gustado, porfa, dale like, comparte y dímelo que te lo voy a agradecer. Además te urjo a que busques mas de este gran artista.

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If you liked it, please give it a like, a share and tell me about it. I will greatly appreciate it. And more so, I really urge you to look for more of this great artist.

GRACIAS – CHEERS

Y lo estamos viendo a diario…

Todo lo ha dominado el hombre…

¡Pues claro! Desde que existe el universo nos han dicho que Él creo a él y de la costilla de él, Él hizo a ella. Ella no era más que una mujer, y muy desobediente pues fue a comer de la fruta prohibida y le dio también a él y eso causó que ellos, y por ende la humanidad, fuesen expulsados del Eden, o sea, del paraíso. Bueno, algo así…

La Grecia antigua, Roma, Egipto, Persa, China, y los demás imperios de los tiempos de la antigüedad remota fueron todos dominados por grandes hombres, e.g. Alejandro Magno, Julio Cesar, Ramsés II, Ciro el Grande, Kangxi el Grande…

¿Querría decir esto que no habían mujeres capaces de regir sobre un imperio?

¡Vamos! ¡Claro que no! Pero no las dejaban hacer nada de eso. Si, claro que conocemos cuentos de la Reina del Sur, de Cleopatra, de Juana de Arcos, y de otras reinas del medioevo y del renacimiento, pero fueron pocas.

Y, ¿La mujer común y corriente, que ni era reina ni santa? ¿La que hubiera querido ser escritora, pintora, científica, medico?

Pero ya ha cambiado la cosa y se están tomando los pasos necesarios para garantizar la igualdad y se está respetando mas y mas a la mujer y también a otros seres discriminados.

Por eso me detuve a la orilla del Mar d’Ella a verla nadar como una sirena…

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Man dominated everything…

Of course! Since the dawn of the Universe we have been told that He created he and from a rib He took from he, He made her, a woman. And quite disobedient she turned out to be. She ate of the forbidden fruit and gave he to eat as well. This caused he and she to be expulsed from Eden, or Paradise. Well, something like that…

Ancient Greece, Rome, Egypt, Persia, China, and the rest of the great empires of antiquity, were all dominated by men, e.g. Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar, Ramses II, Cyrus the Great and Kangxi the Great…

Can this mean that there were no women capable of governing an empire?

Come on! Of course not! But they were not allowed to do anything like that. Yes, we have heard about the Queen of the South, Cleopatra, Joan d’Arc and other queens of medieval times and the Renaissance, but there weren’t really that many.

And what about the normal, common woman, who was neither a queen or a saint? The one who wanted to be a writer, a painter, a scholar or a scientist?

But things have changed. Steps are being taken towards equality. Women are respected more as are others who have always been discriminated.

Because of that I stood at the shores of the Sea of She to watch her swim like a mermaid…

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Bueno, esta es una entrada de hace dos años pero creo que vale la pena revivirla. que pensáis vosotros?

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Well, this is a post from two years ago, but I think it is a good one to bring forth once more. What do you think?

Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 16 AUG 2022, Valencia, España.

I am sailing through the beautiful Aegean Sea off the coast of Turkey. It’s nice and hot but the waters, oh, those crystal clear blue waters are about 15 degrees Celsius, so a wet suit is my choice before I can no longer resist the desire to dive in and take a look below the surface. Later I climb back into our yacht and pour myself a cold Efes beer in a frozen glass. Yes! The joys of sailing…

And I started thinking about the times that we are crossing through. We are travelling over borders that we should respect and never desecrate. I am seeing thoughts, images reflected on to the vaulty cavities of my mind, things that I would have never imagined. These are horrific that I could have guessed would only be included in cheap sci-fi movies or B grade horror flicks.

The new Inquisitors have arrived and they populate the highest spheres of political power. The new Moralists are governing us with their Medieval mentality and fables and worse, they are indoctrinating our young ones in order to turn them into sheep.

And I am going to leave it there. Don’t force me dear diary to continue because I am thoroughly grossed out by these thoughts that reflect our present day reality. I prefer to stick to the fantasy that has always, or almost always been our preferred topic when you, dear diary, accompany me through thoughts.

Ciao…

UNA CARTA A UN AMIGO: Querido Mikel, nada en la jungla es lo que parece… by Francisco Bravo cabrera

Dentro y fuera el tiempo y el espacio permite que se escurran las cosas por las rendijas, por los poros, por las membranas permeables de la vida. El tiempo no corre hacia el futuro ni sabemos que vemos cuando miramos al pasado, pues el pasado se crea en el instante en que nos lo imaginamos. Si un árbol cae en un bosque y no hay nadie que lo vea ni que lo escuche caer, ni ruido hace ni hay árbol ni hay bosque, si nadie lo ve no existe, si no te veo no existes ni yo tampoco. Si dentro de tu casa estan tus cosas, dentro de tus cajones tus tesoros, porque no van a ver muchas cosas dentro de la manzana…

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Within and without time and space, things slip through the cracks, through the pores, through the permeable membranes of life. Time does not flow towards the future, and we do not know what we see when we look at the past, as the past is created the moment we imagine it. If a tree falls in a forest and there is no one to see or hear it fall, it makes no noise because there is no tree and no forest. If no one sees it, it does not exist; if I don’t see you, you do not exist, and neither do I. If inside your house are your things, and in your drawers your treasures, why would there not be many things within an apple…

GRACIAS – CHEERS

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