jueves, 24 de enero de 2019

Free jazz!

Cada vez me gusta más el jazz. Tan libre, tan anárquico, tan desmesurado y tan contenido. Ahora me ha dado por Sun Ra.






sábado, 12 de enero de 2019

Buenos ritmos

Pareja mítica de los 80... Dave y Annie.






martes, 8 de enero de 2019

All lives of Vincent


What would Vincent van Gogh think if he could visit his own museum today? Would he be surprised by the legacy he has left? Would he curse the bad luck of his life or smile after going beyond time and history? Without doubt, he would sit in a corner of Van Gogh Museum and sketch all the people around who wander everyday from one place to another, admiring Vicent's life.

The museum devoted to the Dutch genius is a celebration of Art. The life of the painter is narrated through his paintings in a didactic and pleasant journey. The choice of paintings is sublime and appropriately selected; from the social realism of peasants to more dramatic and deeper paintings like The Potato Eaters. At that time, he was not aware of the revolutionary movement he was conceiving, but he definitely knew that he was doing something different. His world was not prepared for the other Vincent.

Color, composition, angles, perspectives, abscences, lines, brushstrokes... Van Gogh's paintings touch the soul, especially the landscapes. Just by looking at Wheatfield with crows (one of his most famous landscape paintings) you can feel the depth and the feeling it evokes. Van Gogh wrote his own autobiography not only through the letters he wrote to his brother or friends, but also in every work of art, in every brushstroke, in a solitary night in a café or his own room. All lives of Vincent gather to show us a man who one day dediced to grab a paint brush and tell wonderful stories.

Artículo publicado originalmente en Berenjena Company.



miércoles, 2 de enero de 2019

Un trabajo de hambre

"El teatro no es la diversión, ni la vanidad. El teatro es trabajo duro y sacrificio, es ponerse el traje usado que otro dejó, es trabajar a veces y a veces no. Es un trabajo de hambre".

La Xirgú.