(Art Digital original de Francisco Bravo Cabrera/Derechos Reservados/Art Digital original by Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)
A veces el pincel piensa por si mismo…
A veces algo se incorpora a uno y de las mismas neuronas señales emergen y los brazos a moverse y los dedos cogen el pincel y empieza así a convertirse el impulso en una pintura… raro, ¿No?
A veces las líneas convergen, a veces se separan, a veces se ensanchan y a veces se desaparecen en lo blanco del papel… Así es el arte a veces…
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Sometimes, the brush decides to go on its own…
Sometimes something comes over us and our neurons begin to emit signals and our arms move and our fingers grab the brush and the impulse begins to turn into a painting… Strange, no?
Sometimes lines converge, other times they separate, sometimes they grow thick and sometimes they disappear into the whiteness of the paper… That’s how art is sometimes…
(«A.D.1»)(«A.D.2»)(«A.D.3»)(Art Digital de Francisco Bravo Cabrera/Derechos Reservados – Art Digital by Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)
Predicar con el ejemplo… Hala, palabras, palabras, palabras… predican mucho pero obran poco… Como van a criar bien a sus hijos si los únicos ejemplos que les dan son los que ven en los videojuegos y no en sus padres… Igual que los políticos que hablan de ayudar al pueblo mientras son ellos los que se ayudan… ¿Donde están los buenos ejemplos?
(«The Leader» Original Art Digital by Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)
People walk around (aimlessly) looking for the truth. Everyone wants the truth, but where do they search for this enigma? Well, most sit every morning in front of the tele to watch the morning news. And of course, the news is the main source of truth, no? Hell no! You can flip through all the channels and they are all saying the same thing, sometimes even at the same time. Doesn’t this sound like they are reading from a script? It does to me, especially when the only thing they talk about is the only news and nothing else happens in town or anywhere else. I call bullshit on that for sure. The news is theatre and the journalists…or presenters…are models and actors that can read well what is placed in front of them on the teleprompter…
But lies are cheap but they are worth a lot if they are well composed, prepared and launched strategically like tactical nukes. Don’t be fooled by thinking they might be lying to you, they are and their stories are composed by super-duper pros…
Lies are on the top of the food chain for politicians, for all of them. Of course one cannot generalise, so I will say, theoretically, and some for some more than others. But the desire to be in the limelight, the fame, the power, the money! Them there’s major motivators mate! Corruption then becomes a powerful magnet impossible to escape from…
Good grief, how many have come into power…and I am not referring solely to the US/UK?EU…saying that they are “of the people” and committed to eradicating poverty. Yes, but they didn’t tell you it was their poverty they were referring to…
But since their lies are composed artistically and well crafted taking pieces of truths from here and there, I thought I would conclude with a song from the 70’s whose name resembles the monster that these politicians create in their speeches…
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Presumptuous bits of subliminal fatuousness that while climbing a ladder to the moon,
manage to escape, like worms from rotting flesh do when the rain comes to flush out all indignities,
and become the words of love that wistful whispers transfers to the burning sun and far from the cool light of the ghostly moon.
C.2023, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 27 JUN 2023, Valencia, Spain
SO WHAT THE HELL IS A «EURO-KU?»
It is a way for a Westerner to create a poem in a style created by Easterners and still make it spiritual, interesting and meaningful. It is impossible for me to write like a Japanese poet. I have not experienced his history nor have been raised in his culture, therefore his thought process is unknown to me. But the simplicity, ephemeral nature and spirituality of the Haiku impress me.
So I invented on 02/02/2022 the Euro-Ku to solve that problem. I would use the structure of the traditional Haiku, but change a few things to make it fit into my idiosyncrasy. Here are the rules:
Three stanzas or verses (like the original Haiku) but the verses will have no syllabic restrictions. Write them as long as you want.
The verses must flow into each other coherently completing or continuing the initial phrase or thought. They must not be inconclusive or flow off into outer space.
The Euro-Ku must be accompanied with a unique, unedited image created by the author.
In the Americas I launched the Ameri-Ku, the exact same thing but written by those whose history, culture and background are from across the pond. And by the «Americas» I mean the entire continent, North, Central and Southern portions…
Venga, el año pasado, precisamente el 2 de febrero (2022), escribí el primer Euro-Ku de la historia. ¿Porque? Vale, os cuento…
Siempre me han encantado los Haiku pero nunca logré escribir uno que realmente le hiciera honor a esa forma tan espiritual y efímera, y no entendía porque. Al fin me di cuenta que para escribir un Haiku hace falta más que talento literario, inspiración o faena. Hace falta ser japonés. Hace falta vivir las experiencias que vive un oriental y tener su historia. Como no lo soy no importa lo mucho que me lo curre, jamás lograré escribir un Haiku.
Y pensándolo bien, yo no nací en el occidente para vivir la vida de un oriental. Así que me puse a desarrollar algo que mantuviera la esencia del Haiku pero que le pudiera yo instalar mi espiritualidad. O sea la espiritualidad que se le da a una obra de arte cuando vibra por su contemporaneidad y por ser parte de la misma cultura que me lo ha hecho a uno.
Inventé el Euro-Ku. Tiene los mismos tres versos del Haiku japonés, pero sin limitación de silabas y sin que fluyan las palabras hacia el espacio, sino que los versos se encuentren entre si y sigan un hilo lógico y entendible, coherentemente. Pero la cosa más importante y diferente, es que tiene que estar acompañado de una imagen inédita. Puede ser una pintura, un dibujo o una fotografía, pero hecha por el propio autor.
Los supuestos líderes de hoy en día, en todos los países, ninguno ha construido el futuro así que no tienen derecho a juzgar el pasado. No existe la memoria histórica, existe la historia y la memoria es dudosa…
(Original Art Digital by Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)
I JUST WASN’T MADE FOR THESE TIMES
Ok, I am from another time, actually it sometimes seems like another world…
Another world fashioned with love, peace and acceptance of all without each one forming separate groups of their own, and without attacking each other’s gender. We fought for inclusion, for freedom, for a society where all would fit in, function and they wanted and thrive, not simply exist…
And we knew how to respect, and we knew that rights come with duties and we served our country in war…
We believed in the power of peace. No, man, we fought for peace! But not with violence, we followed the words of King, of Gandhi, and of Jesus, that taught us to resist without resorting to violence, like our oppressors…
Our mantra was «Peace and Love» only…
We smoked our grass and played our songs and danced naked in the moonlight. Yeah, the government said it was against the law but we didn’t believe the government had the power to suppress us or to decide what was good or what was bad because we believed the government should fear us, not us them…
In my times we wanted freedom, for everyone! We didn’t decide what was moral or not, after all, isn’t that a moral question?
In my times we didn’t even think of something so limiting as “political correctness” because, like I said, we believed in FREEDOM! But we did not offend each other. We were all brothers and sisters building the family of man, and our power was Flower Power. Peace man…
Our prophets wrote their words in their songs. Songs we learned and sang. We were taught by Lennon & McCartney, Jagger and Richards, Jim Morrison, Janis, Jimi, Otis Redding, Cat Stevens. We had our Mammas and Pappas, our Sly and the Family Stone, our Beach Boys and travelled in our Led Zeppelin. Man, we was Young Rascals grooving on the Temptations, Four Tops, Diana Ross, Marvin Gaye…
Our time was inclusive and respectful of all, we fought for all with our resistance. We didn’t fear the oppressor, although we suffered the slings and arrows of their oppressive justice…
But this new world, brothers and sisters, is ruled by hatred, by money, by those who have no empathy, sympathy or any other human quality and our art, our music, shit, all, has been cleaned up, become Instagram-friendly. It has to be «clean» or it isn’t published, it isn’t included, it is banned, censured, ignored. The moralists and the puritans have resuscitated and taken control…
And the internet, this wonder of the these new times, is controlled man! It isn’t like it was when it started. Try looking for some of the things Big Brother has done what we used to talk about, you’ll never find it. You’ll find an ad for Nikes instead. And can anyone tell me why the internet is different on your mobile than on your portable or desktop?
I guess I wasn’t made for these times. I was made for freedom and though it seems we’ve a lot of it, check it out mates, it ain’t so…
C.2023, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 25 JUN 2023, Valencia, Spain
(Art Digital original de Francisco Bravo Cabrera/Derechos Reservados – Original Art Digital by Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)
SOY DE OTRA ÉPOCA
Vale, soy de otra época che, más que de otra época pare ser que soy de otro mundo…
Porque en mi época buscábamos la inclusión, la unidad para que todos fuéramos aceptados en la sociedad y no ofendíamos ni decidíamos en que ideología meter a cada quien como lo hacen ahora, ni nos separábamos en grupos…
Nuestro lema era Amor, Paz, Paz y Amor para todos…
Jamás pensamos que un género le hacía violencia al otro ni que los crímenes eran machistas, mare meua…
Queríamos fortalecer la familia del hombre y alimentar la hermandad y hacer florecer la belleza que es la humanidad con amor, amor para todos…
Luchamos por esos ideales, y por despojarnos de las maniobras de los gobernantes maquiavélicos que nos querían hundir en el oscurantismo religioso y en el dominio político. Nos alzamos y nos sublevamos y no desvanecimos…
¡No nos rendimos! Aunque bastantes abusos sufrimos, pero no les temíamos porque sabíamos que el gobierno nos tiene que temer a nosotros, no nosotros al gobierno.
Pero creíamos en la paz y en el amor, Paz y Amor era nuestro lema, como lo ha sido de todos que a través de la historia han luchado por mantener la fuerza interminable que es el amor.
Buscamos mostrarle al mundo el “Flower Power” que animaba nuestros corazones.
Nos gustaba bailar desnudos en los campos de girasoles mientras tocaban la música que íbamos desarrollando junto con nuestras ideas y fumábamos la hierba que Dios nos dio. Pues la hierba es un regalo divino y nos pertenece y la fumábamos aunque el gobierno dijera que era ilegal porque nos cagábamos en esa noticia pues sabíamos que el gobierno no tiene el derecho de decidir lo que es bueno ni lo que es malo.
Tocábamos nuestra música alta y cantábamos juntos a la luz de la luna con nuestras guitarras, tambores y panderetas. Seguíamos los consejos de Lennon y McCartney, Keith Richards y Mick Jagger, Sly Stone, Janis, Jim Morrison, Serrat y Sabina…
No creíamos en las censuras, ni del gobierno ni de nadie, cada uno que siga lo que le provoca…
No creíamos en la supremacía de ninguna raza…
No creíamos en las supuestas diferencias provenientes de las etnias… Todos éramos humanos e iguales…
No nos importaba lo que le gustaba o lo que motivaba a cada cual si eran gays o no, mujeres u hombres, no nos interesaba pues todos cabíamos en la sociedad que estábamos construyendo y nadie podía decirnos en que saco teníamos que meternos…
Todos éramos estrellas en este nuevo universo que habíamos lanzado a la historia…
2023, Francisco Bravo Cabrera. 25 de junio de 2023, Valencia, España
