Desperate Abstract Women

Spain’s current government continues to ignore the artists, with the exception of the bullfight “anti-art”. I, on the other hand, continue to develop my work, sometimes more aggressive and sometimes more thoughtful, according to my state of mind.

 

Finally this year, I dared reverting to big formats and with an expressionist style that almost touches total abstraction where the woman continues to be the protagonist.

 

Psychological portraits of power in 2015.

Because politicians cling so much to the power of politics.

The Iron Tower.

 

A magical place under threat again of destruction.

The establishment is threatening me again, my small forest landscape in the middle of this putrefied hole is going to be turned down next Wednesday.

I don´t know how I ended up in this shithole of losers, the thing is that from a  chaotic place of  crap and crash I created my own paradise.

Within a village of countless irregularities and contradictions, I am demanding my rights, creating conflicts.

A very mediocre architecture is being built by political owners who had been taking profit of the land as well, deciding whether it  is agricultural, rural, rustic, urban , urbanistic, or God knows what. As they are  always controlling  relatives or friends of the corrupt  PP, when an unwanted project is coming; always for the benefit of the village, the foreigners, me, have the worst part, without even being notified, well you can always check the official state bulletin, or the local announcements made by the village administration. Probably not even God again, understands this.

I am a powerless person with little opinion and I don´t think I can stop the iron tower lying down from being erected any longer.

The electrical post monument of mass produced shit needs space in the middle of a 40-year old beautiful pine forest, in spite of the enormous empty land right nearby.

No matter how hard my complaints are, the powerful establishment again is going to violate essential values, disrespecting nature.

Who profits, Iberdrola is rich, jailed Carlos Fabra’s friends who left behind an enormous amount of followers.

I am going to fight this unbearable installation of the iron tower as hard as I did illegal farms or industrial waste disposals on agricultural land.

Wish me luck.

 

 

 

La SArdana

CAtalonia

Capitalists, separatists, revolutionaries, unionists, communists, right-wingers, left-wingers, all conceited with power, all politicians at the start of lies, the majority future candidates for corruption, clinging to a supposed judicial power which is going to absolve them in order not to have to give up this power of patrimony where what matters least is the spirit of public service, and where in the hypothetical case of a judicial resolution things hardly ever get to be considered penal.

 

In Spain, in parliament one lies with total impunity and, what’s more, an impenetrable and unchangeable network of favors and supports is created. Ethically, to lie in office of public service is unacceptable and should be sufficient grounds for requesting the politician in question to abandon public office. However, here nobody ever leaves anything and less so Mr. Artur Mas in Catalonia where he is currently playing cat and mouse with an extreme left-wing CUP which in turn is blackmailing him.

 

But it is not new that Mas the fascist lies, he has always lied and manipulated and blackmailed and has been protected by earlier governments in their hardly ethical behavior, and so nobody sentenced him judicially for being corrupt.

 

Now they are simply going to punish him for his insurrection, his unrealistic left-wing fantasies of a very poor economic reality in a Catalonia which is uncertain of whether she really wants to be independent, or something like it..

 

Make  way for new generations and don’t sell yourselves so desperately.

 

 

 

 

La Sardana

Catalonia.

Capitalistas, independentistas , revolucionarios, unionistas , comunistas, derechistas, izquierdistas, soberanistas, todos vanidosos del poder, todos políticos incipientes de la mentira.  La mayoría futuros candidatos de la corrupción, aferrados a un puesto,  y que el  supuesto Poder Judicial  no les arrebate  y absuelva para no tener que abandonarlo.

 Poder patrimonio ,donde  lo que menos importa es  el espíritu del servicio público , y   que en el caso hipotético  de una  resolución judicial  que no   llegue a ser de carácter penal.

En España y  en el Parlamento se miente inmunemente,   creando  un entramado de favores y  apoyos impenetrable e inmutable.     

Éticamente mentir en un cargo público es inaceptable, y motivo suficiente para exigir al político abandono del cargo . Pero  en España no se va nadie y menos Arthur Mas que  en Cataluña,  y  actualmente  esta engatusando a una izquierda CUP  que a su vez le chantajea.

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 Pero no es nuevo que Mas el fachas  mienta, ha mentido y  manipulado siempre y también chantajeado ,  y ha sido  amparado , o al menos ignorado a sabiendas por gobiernos anteriores  conocedores de sus comportamientos poco éticos, y  nadie le condeno judicialmente entonces  por corrupto.

Ahora simplemente le sancionaran por insurrecto, por sus  fantasías irreales izquierdistas  de una realidad económica muy pobre en una Cataluña  incierta que quiere ser independiente , a medias..

. Dejad paso a Nuevas Generaciones  y que no se vendan a lo Mas desesperado.

 

               

Impatience and Impotence.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJzsO6L4ev4

For a Clean Environment

 

The other day, my daughter who works in advertising told me: “No one will watch this recording, it’s too long and repetitive”.

 

I was specifically looking for something more than just a seconds-long image. We live in a society where the value of time has disappeared. Everything is passing, mediocre and of an amazing speed of use-and-throw-out.

 

With this recording, I wanted to conceptually demonstrate how an idea is developed by way of images that speak in silence. The concept of space is evidenced by the repeat image of a tree. Using the same plane several times, one perceives the empty enormity of space where it is possible to place an electricity post without cutting down healthy trees. (THE CHILDREN REPRESENT THE IMPORTANCE OF PERSONS BY INCREASING THEIR SIZE).

 

The idea of Freedom is represented by breaking up the traditional Valentian dress with a brilliant cap recently purchased in New York. I am doing without the hairdressing and decoration of the head, a gesture which may be almost sacrilegious for the local adepts of pasodoble.

 

The American flag incorporates 50 stars, one for each federal state. My cap has only one star, in representation of the Community where I was born, but shines only half-way because the useless authorities in power don’t allow it to glow more.

 

Por un Medio Ambiente Limpio.

El otro día mi hija que trabaja en publicidad me dijo "MAMA ESTE VIDEO NO LO VA A VER NADIE, ES LARGO Y REPETITIVO".

Precisamente yo buscaba algo más que una simple imagen en segundos. Vivimos en una sociedad donde el valor tiempo ha desaparecido . Todo es fugaz, mediocre y de un  rápido de usar y tirar apabullante.

 Con este video he querido demostrar conceptualmente como una idea se desarrolla a través de imágenes que hablan en silencio.

El concepto Espacio , lo  evidencia la imagen repetida  del árbol ,usando el mismo plano varias  se percibe la enormidad    vacía, donde se puede  colocar  un poste de luz  ,sin necesidad de talar árboles sanos. (LOS NIÑOS REPRESENTAN LA IMPORTANCIA DE LAS PERSONAS AUMENTANDO SU TAMAÑO)

La idea de Libertad la represento rompiendo el emblemático atuendo regional Valenciano con una gorra brillante comprada en Nueva York.   Prescindo   del aderezo de la cabeza, gesto posiblemente casi sacrílego para los locales del pasodoble.

La bandera Americana tiene 50 estrellas que representan a los cincuenta estados.

Mi gorra tiene una sola , que representa a la comunidad donde nací , que brilla solo  a medias porque ineptos del poder no la dejan brillar mas

The Glass Door.

The glass door

This precious door from the early 20^th century is made of beveled glass, the 4^th and final one of this ongoing door project, connects a guest room to its bathroom, is half transparent in order to provide the environment with a wicked air. Naked glamour can be guessed in the bathroom.

 

La Puerta de Cristal.

Esta preciosa puerta de principios de siglo de cristal biselado ,la cuarta y última de este proyecto de  puertas , une la habitación de invitados con el baño, es semi transparente  para  dar al ambiente un aire picaresco. Se adivina en el baño la intimidad del glamor en cueros.

 

 

Painting Day.

When I said painting day I meant it.

The Embroidered Door.

 La Puerta Bordada

Well, one of the new doors is already installed in the old mud cabin. So, where in the old days people did their necessities in the field, today we’ll do it more elegantly in this attractive new toilet with its preciously embroidered glass door.

 

Bueno pues ya esta una de las puertas colocadas en la cabaña de barro de aperos, si antiguamente  se hacían las necesidades en el campo en el campo , hoy elegantemente lo vamos a hacer en este coqueto toilet con su preciosa puerta de cristal bordado.

 

Corleone and Company.

How is it possible that I, with an IQ of 152 have spent the last 14 years suffering Caparrós and his ill-smelling pigs when he probably doesn’t get to 90? Union makes for strength, and the local PP Corleone gang are supporting him to in order to screw intelligence.

 

¿Cómo es posible que yo, con un coeficiente de inteligencia de 152 lleve 14 años aguantando al cerdo de Caparros y sus cerdos malolientes cuando posiblemente él no llegue ni a 90?" La Unión hace la Fuerza" y la  piña de los  Corleone del PP locales lo apoyan para joder la inteligencia.

 

The Fourth Door.

 

Now we are going for the fourth door. I already told you that I just love breaking through walls if I have the right door to go with it. I'll show you the results. Routine I hate and everything new stimulates me. Luckily I have no obstacles that keep me from carrying out my creative whims.

 

Ahora vamos a por la cuarta  Puerta. Ya os he dicho que  agujerrear paredes es mi passion siempre y cuando tenga la Puerta adecuada . Os ensenare los resulta dos.me a terra la rutina y todo lo nuevo me estimula.

Afortunadamente no tengo impedimentos para llevar a cabo todos mis caprichos creativos.

 

 

 

The Hut

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You remember that beautiful door made of oak wood and glass which seemed embroidered because when we took off the rear glass, some threads fell off.. Well, I have now found a place for it.

 

In Spain people build with brick, a mix of cement, water and sand called mortar which you can make more or less consistent according to its use. I was surprised by the lightness of the wooden houses in The Hamptons. Wood is soft and usually malleable, whereas mortar will show cracks when the ground moves.

 

In the old days, field workers used to store their tools in little huts made of stone and mud, which they knead until they get a centenary mortar, much softer than cement and more consistent than wood.

 

I restored the little toll hut, centenary jewel, and my door, embroidered with colored thread, will go in there.

 

Os acordáis de aquella puerta tan bonita de roble y cristal que parece  bordada porque al quitar el cristal de atrás se han caído algunos hilos, bueno  pues ya le he encontrado sitio.

En España se construye con ladrillos ,cemento y arena, la mezcla se llama mortero, se puede hacer más o menos consistente según  vaya  a ser utilizado.

Me sorprendió la ligereza de las casa en los Hamptons de madera, la madera es blanda y maleable, el mortero , por el contrario se agrieta con el corrimiento de tierras.

 

Antiguamente en el campo los agricultores guardaban los aperos  de trabajo en casas hechas de piedra y barro, amasándolos hasta conseguir un mortero centenario, mucho más blando que el cemento, y más consistente que la madera.

 Restauré mi cabaña de aperos, pequeña joya centenaria ,mi puerta bordada con hilos de colores va a ir dentro de ella.

The Door a Hole in History.

The door, a hole in history.

 

A simple opening in the wall which allows entering as well as leaving through it has a thousand-year history. In the old days, walled-in cities were protected by grand gates, and that is where their glory began.

 Where I see a door I like, I buy it, without actually caring where it will go in the end, because unlike in the case of fortified cities, I build around it..

 

For its solidity and form, a door can be a symbol of power, and of independence. Metaphorically speaking, a door can be the forerunner of change, but also an obstacle which keeps us from getting to where we want to go.

 You can be at the gates of death, or at the door to heaven.

 These marvelous objects have seen hidden treasures pass through them, family ruins, memories of the past, laments, happiness, sobs and cries, but also love affairs from unhappiness, etc. etc

 

These are my doors. Now I have to build an adequate space to put them.

 

La Puerta, El Agujero de la Historia.

 Una simple apertura en la pared, que permite entrar tanto como salir de ella  tiene una historia milenaria .Antiguamente las ciudades amuralladas eran protegidas por grandes puertas,  y allí empezó su gloria.

 Donde yo   veo una puerta que me gusta la compro, donde ira colocada luego, no me preocupa  pues al contrario que en  las ciudades fortificadas, yo construyo a su alrededor..

 Por su solidez y forma la puerta  puede ser símbolo de poder, y  de independencia .Metafóricamente hablando una puerta  es presagio de cambio,  pero también obstáculo que nos impide llegar allá donde queremos.

 Se está a las puertas de la muerte,  como también se está a las puertas del cielo.Estos maravillosos objetos de paso han visto pasar tesoros ocultos, ruinas de familia , memorias del pasado, lamentos, alegrías , sollozos y llantos, muertes, devaneos,  amoríos de la infelicidad etc etc.Están son mis puertas. Ahora tengo que construir un lugar adecuado donde  colocarlas.

No excuses.

Not even a ton of excuses will be sufficient to open new doors.

Among the Trees(Before)

Amongst the trees

 

I have placed my house in the woods, architecture between trees.

There was the old foundation and a few small trees, slowly but surely and without touching any roots, I have added more volume with care, introducing it into the woods without any invasion. There are now steps between the pine, almond and mandarin trees. Natural stone steps lead up and down, interact and dialogue with the various levels of the prehistoric terrain.

There is a single exterior color code which moves you because of its simplicity, the white, and the abundant, all-enveloping green of the environment. Each surface has been treated one by one, instants of my life, until achieving that it, the house, has acquired its own life, even without me.

I have given it the sensibility and the knowledge, it gives me the warmth of a conventional space, which is my style, and which I share with my beloved.

 

Entre arboles

 He colocado mi casa  en el bosque, una arquitectura entre los  árboles.

 Estaba la cimentación antigua , y unos pocos árboles pequeños, poco a poco sin haber tocado ni una sola  raíz  le  he  ido añadiendo volúmenes  con cariño,  introduciéndolos  de una forma  muy poco invasiva en el bosque.  He insertado escalones entre pinos, almendros y mandarinos. Escaleras de piedra suben y bajan  e interactúan y  dialogan con los  desniveles del terreno prehistórico  .

Hay un código unicolor exterior que emociona por simple , el blanco, y el abundante verde envolvente del entorno.

Cada superficie ha sido tratada de una en una, instantes de mi vida  hasta lograr ella, la casa , la propia ya sin mí.

 Yo le aporte la sensibilidad y el conocimiento, Ella me  da el calor de un espacio convencional, que es mi estilo, y   que comparto con mis seres queridos.