JaZzArt en València

This was way back from 2003 and since then this, which is a part of a triptych, is in the collection of a fine lady from Miami. Now the image has developed a new life as a fine art print available here.

And, maybe you will like the music and the images here as well:

Cheers…

«Angela» is one of my favourites from the middle period of Omnia Caelum Studios Miami and now it is here as a fine art print. Check this one out together with some of the others you might find there.

Here are more of my work from the days of Omnia Caelum Studios Miami (1998 thru 2018):

Cheers…

Epressionist Bodo art from the early 2000’s now comes to life again as a fine art print which is available here.

I have featured expressionist artists, especially the German Expressionists on this blog before, but in case you might have missed it, instead I give you the Austrian Expressionists…

Cheers…

Regresan los sanfermines! Y que viva San Fermín! Un cordial saludo a todos mis parientes de Navarra y a todos los que han ido a celebrar este día allá en la cuesta de Santo Domingo. Arriba Pamplona!

Han regresado los encierros y la fiesta tradicional, una de las mas deliciosas de España…

Salud!

This is a painting I did back in 2003 and now it is time for it to once again come out to the public, you see it has been in a lovely house belonging to a collector from Florida. You can see this one and more, and better you can buy it here.

I have been painting for a long time and here is a few more of my works from the early days as they illustrate a song that I composed and played years ago with my band AJA:

Cheers…

Once again it is time to bring new images to Fine Art America and this is one of my favourite ones. It is titled «The Composer» and can be obtained here.

And here are some more that may be available at the same place or may soon be there, so keep checking.

Cheers…

(It’s on sale now…right here)

This painting is enhancing the home and the collection of an Italian collector who has several of my works in their home in Roma…

Now I have chosen to create, from the image, a print collection for everyone else. You can check it out here along with many other designs I have chosen.

And as I usually do, here is a video with some cool music I’ve composed especially to show off these images:

Cheers…

Pintaba gatos y gatitos. Al principio los felinos andaban en cuatro patas pero luego comenzaron a estar antropomorfizado y los gatos fumaban, hablaban, leían libros y periódicos y hacían, mas o menos, todo lo que hacen los humanos. Luego Wain, que nació en Londres, sufrió trastornos psiquiátricos y terminó en un sanatorio, entonces los gatos los pintaba de forma extraordinaria con unos fondos abstractos que los medicos pensaron que indicaba la presencia de esquizofrenia. Wein murió en Londres en 1939 y se puede decir que fue el precursor del movimiento psicodélico de la década de los 60, por los últimos gatos que pintó.

He painted cats and kittens. At first his cats were rather realistic and walked on four legs, but later they were anthropomorphised and the cats began to smoke, to read books and newspapers and to do things humans do. Later, Wein, born in London, suffered mental illness and ended up in a mental hospital where he began to paint some extraordinary cats. The abstract background signalled to doctors the onset of his schizophrenia. Wein died in London in 1939. He is believed to be the precursor of the psychedelic movement in art of the 1960’s because of his psychedelic cats that he painted while in hospital.

Diría que si os interesa este artista o esta pintura de gatos que busquéis mas acerca de Louis Wain. Aclaro que cuando Wain pintaba estos gatos, el hacerlo no era cosa muy popular, no como ahora que se pintan gatos, perros et cetera, el, de cierta forma, rompió los esquemas.

I would say that if you are interested in this artist or in his paintings of cats that you research further the life and work of Louis Wain. I just want to clarify that during the time that Wain was painting cats, this was not a common subject for painting, it wasn’t like now when people paint cats, dogs et cetera, so in a way he was a trend-setter and an iconoclast.

Gracias…

Cheers…

Sometimes I have to just let the mind take a holiday…

After all, it’s been well engaged with much labour for the past hundred years…

I’ve been an architect in Florence

a priest in Rome,

a soldier in the Punic Wars,

a soul so far from home,

I drove a taxi in Manhattan,

one of those huge old Checker cabs,

I drove the shuttle to the moon

but I didn’t get too far

because the moon just isn’t big enough

for a huge old Checker cab.

I was a diver in the shallows

off the coast of Paraguay,

and I swam the sea of Paris

sipping cocktails at my bar,

I have crossed the wide savannas that

conduced me to the sky

while on Tuesdays I would climb

Mont Blanc and on Wednesdays

wash my car,

cause I drive a Lamborghini,

faded green, metallic red,

and I’ve done so many other things

while swimming through my head…

TIME AND HISTORY

Let’s stop the clocks, burn the bars, close the taverns.

Let’s give them their vodkas and tonics and gin on the house,

and let’s play on your jukebox those speeches by Stalin, by Mao

by comrades, by workers, by students, by me,

yes by me, I’ve a little to say, I’ve a little to be…

Let’s stop the trains, stop the buses, and the ships? Burn their sails.

Let’s let the people now walk and enjoy fresh, clean air,

and let’s play at the square a new song for the masses,

with voices they’ve never quite heard, like mine own,

yes, my voice needs an audience and is now free to roam…

Let’s let lovers embrace on the seashore at night.

Let’s open wide those cruel doors that were closed firm and tight,

and let’s give everyone their fare share of romancing,

with thoughts as unique as the ones I’m now thinking,

yes, my thoughts are as good as the wine I am drinking…

Oh, yes, time and history do make a great story,

a tale told to idiots,

a fantastic unfolding,

of lies and pretensions,

of greed and corruption,

and when will it end?

When they pull on the plug

and the room turns to darkness,

everything stops

we all become ashes…

C.2022, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 05 JUL 2022, Ilica