A “daily” blog, which I write from time to time.

            After getting married for the second time to a German gentleman, I went to the       most sophisticated New York to give birth, all live and without epidural; it was           the fashion.

            Fine Arts, the return to Hispanic prehistory was a pain in comparison with          Columbia and the New School, my NY universities.

            The professors’ stupidity, mostly frustrated artists themselves, embittered my long        five year studies there. But I wanted to learn how to paint, and that is what I          achieved.

I predicted misery and denounced the contrast between continents, as a recent arrival from the civilized Americas. What I don’t understand is how the Spanish, herd of brainless (meapilas)discovered them (see Toro de la Vega).  

The panorama I found then couldn’t have been more desperate, and I was not at all mistaken, everything is the same, or worse.

Today the result of our politicians’ work, a fraud of corrupted gangsters, loan sharks and thieves has got us into a situation where in 2015, Spain will have to cancel 155 bn. euros  of public debt.

Contrary to what should be done, the worsening of the situation, tolerance of corruption and benevolence with thieves, are simply ignored.

Just like “el mass el Cuquello”, the private fiefdom of the mayor of Alcalá de Xivert in Castellón is the farmhouse of Moliner y Bataller, the whole of Spain is the private fiefdom of Cañete and the chauvinists in power.

The lie is improvised, truth is not taken seriously and the biggest imbecile is most valued by the rest of the scoundrels, of course.

Today’s Spain is I gang of vulgar, arrogant politicians who love luxury gifts. When they can, they first get pissed and then stutter for explanations, well tanned. An ungovernable country of poor unfortunates. With fiddles and scams, favors and lousy work.

Bankia and its black credit cards in the hands of people full of arrogance of Hispanic (bullfighting) pride, and tastes of Hermès, Loewe, the luxurious Ritz’s of vulgar morons, whilst they sell preference shares to poor old retirees. The national debt meanwhile, a true time bomb, and flooded with loans from the ECB.

I started my particular career in the chaotic world of art which has a lot to do with politics, in the year 2000 when in Spain we were building airports with no planes, highways with no cars and fast trains to nowhere. Ah, and submarines that didn’t float for overweight..

And always the errors by those who govern, high-flying politicians who don’t assume responsibility because “Spain is different”, yes, and of crap.

Whilst Antonio López took 20 years to paint the portrait of a royal family which has already fallen apart, I painted 40.

Even Mr. Saatchi liked my work, and wanted to see more. I now directly invite him to see it. If he liked it then, surely he will love it today.

I am showing in Madrid the maturity of a no-nonsense artist, but most of all, an honest one..