JaZzArt en València

I’VE HEARD by Francisco Bravo Cabrera I’ve heard your voiceI’ve heard your voices,But no! I am strong, a rebel! Your voices I’ll ignore.I know your …

I’VE HEARD by Francisco Bravo Cabrera

Siempre me ha fascinado, es Stella Maris, reflejada en todos los aspectos de la luna. Y esta noche, la luna sobre Ronda (aquí en Málaga, Andalucía, España) ciertamente que reflejaba el poder y la magia de la Madre De Dios, pues es la Reina del Cielo… No vayáis a pensar que soy un católico ferviente ni mucho menos un calambuco, porque no, lo que he vivido bastante y me he dado cuenta de las cosas, he reorganizado mis creencias a través de los años y ahora estoy muy confiado y muy contento de lo que soy, y más, soy agradecido…

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I have always been fascinated with Her, Stella Maris, she who is reflected in all of the aspects of the moon. And tonight the moon over Ronda, (province of Málaga, Andalucía, Spain), clearly reflected the power and the magic of the Queen of Heaven. Don’t go thinking I am one of those fanatic Christians or that I live in the Sacristy, because I am not. I have lived long enough to discard many things and reconsider many more. Throughout the years I’ve thrown out many beliefs and I’ve reorganised the ones I kept and now I am confident, happy and grateful…

GRACIAS – CHEERS

La tierra pende en medio del vacío y en el fondo del mar yacen los muertos esperando despertar y despertaran cuando tiemble la tierra y las aguas se dispersen y los cielos se abran,

y las nubes, llenas de agua, se sonreirán furtivamente, imitando sonrisas esqueléticas, pero las nubes son de algodón del Nilo y se nutren de azúcar morena,

y nosotros, si, nosotros los peces de los abisales, ignoramos que hay luces en el cielo y vivimos en el fondo como esponjas que absorben y sueltan y que no retienen sabiduría.

Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 17 de enero de 2024, Valencia, España

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El Euro-Ku es una forma poética que desarrollé en febrero de 2022 porque quería hacer un Haiku y no me salía porque no soy japonés, ni llevo en mi ADN la experiencia de un japonés ni su cultura. Pero como admiro la poesía japonesa (Haiku) quise buscar una manera de traerla a mi mundo, mi mundo europeo y me salió el Euro-Ku. Se hace con tres estrofas, pero sin contar silabas y escrito de forma lineal donde pueda el lector seguirle el hilo perfectamente bien sin metáforas ni ensoñaciones que flotan por los aires. Además en autor tiene que añadirle una ilustración que tenga que ver con el poema y de su autoría. Pruébalo…

¡Salud! Y saludos desde Ronda!

Here is the metal print of this, one of my surreal-expressionist Jazz Art images. It is now available, through Fine Art America, as a fine art print, affordable and quite nice. There are other types of prints and other things as well. Check out my gallery at Fine Art America. This company handles the sale and quickly ships to you.

OMNIA CAELUM STUDIOS VALENCIA PRESENTS:

Cheers…

My good friend, fellow poet and featured artist in my upcoming book, “One Petal At A Time,” Francisco Bravo Cabrera (aka Bodo Vespaciano, https://…

Interview With Francisco Bravo Cabrera, Featured Artist In My Upcoming Book

I always thought that artists (painters and sculptors) only had to display their works and with that they said it all. However, as you can see, here we are talking away, theorising and explaining. Art History (as an academic course) has become too long and too coarse. It collects, like a rubbish bag, everything that they throw into it. Styles of art are mostly defined by critics, «professors,» and journalists supposedly specialised in writing about art. I will tell you what I think of each of those groups.

First the art critics. To this group I give very little value and very little time. I can do without them and I wipe my nose with their critiques. We all know how to judge and how to determine what we like or don’t like, so we do not need a parrot to tell us what is good or not or to guide us. Second, the supposed teachers or professors. Well, this group is seemingly very important because they are to teach art students and guide them towards becoming artists. But they lose all their value when, in place of teaching the fundamentals, they serve as advocates for their own favourite style or artists. This creates students that really do not know much about making art, losing sight of the fundamentals of painting, sculpture, lithography or ceramics.

The art journalists, or those who write about art. Being those that tell us about openings, dates, times, the artist or artists involved. They are good for that, to help us fill in dates in our calendars to go see an exhibition, or not. But they go further, they promote those they like, or those that seem to be in the present «vanguard» and ignore the rest like the plague. Most of these «journalists» are frustrated or failed artists themselves. They probably failed because they did not work hard enough or dedicate enough time. Art requires hard work, and talent is only developed through sweat, effort and time. One is not born with talent, one develops it if one is interested in what they are doing. So I really do not have many good things to say about those who only write about those in the current mix (or those who pay them). Great journalism I’d say!

OMNIA CAELUM STUDIOS VALENCIA PRESENTS:

Cheers…

On the beach at Cádiz, España 🇪🇸

¿Os parece?

AND THEN THERE’S WATER

Is it sad
to go looking through the ashes? The fires of passion once were crystal clear and pure with dancing flames that consumed us but strengthened us. Heat that paced the rhythm of our hearts; annihilated the oxygen in the air. It left behind just dust…

What could we ever hope to find?

I never kept my word.
Bad, late and never I repaid you. And I never wrote you a love song, never will…

Which god denied us happiness?
Was it the one who stole our innocence and plundered our wonder?
Was it because we climbed his Tree and satisfied our hunger with its tiny fruits?
We just wanted to taste them, discover their flavour, bite through their skin and let their juices moisten the silken robes that we slept in…

And then there’s water…
Water puts out fires. And the years? They whiten the sunburn of a summer’s love…

It’s me that now, with sweat-stained fingers, that winds the clock.

It’s not our fault.

We’re broken and every day more and more pieces of us fall carelessly to the dust.

Tears are not enough.
Nowadays they’re greatly overvalued.
They’re not worth what they were worth before,
yet, some still proclaim they are.

It’s now just you.
Sometimes just me.
No trace of us.

We aren’t innocent, but we aren’t guilty.
What destroyed us was an act of God…

C.2023, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 28 JUL 2023, Valencia, España
(As I listen to “Goodbye Porkpie Hat” by Charles Mingus)