Thursday 11 April 2024

 

     Chaos and ether

     Dear Fran,

     If you pass near Morón de la Frontera you should stop along the way and visit the exhibition of two young artists who show their works at the Espacio Santa Clara.

     One of them is Daniel Sánchez Palomo. He presents paintings where the human body is the main protagonist and that the author places in the center of classic constructions, such as ancient churches or mysterious enclosures. Using blue, he offers us a vision of the characters that blur in a mystical space. This artist has a perfect command of drawing women and men.





     I´ve been following Diego Lozano since I started painting and I´ve met him at several inaugurations. Affable boy who offers intimate contemplation of birds in the room. It was a refreshing surprise to see how he has captured the difficult world of birds in a few successful brushstrokes. These paintings range from those where the animal is perfectly recognized to others that border on the abstract and only an eye accustomed to observing nature can decipher.



     You will have already understood that, due to my love of birds and my effort to learn to paint, Diego's selection of works attracted me irresistibly and for a long time.



     It´s a style of painting that I´d like to get closer to, but I´m afraid that will be very difficult.



     Fran, I'm sending you some photos so you can enjoy and encourage yourself to enter this space. It remains open until April 28.

     Y. a.

     Mary

Saturday 16 March 2024

 

     That other pain

     This country welcomed me with open arms many years ago when I had to flee the land where I was born and raised.

     That is why what we are experiencing in recent times hurts me. After forty years in Spain I think I have some right to express my feelings.

     All the people I have interacted with since I arrived here, the señora I served until recently, the friendships I have forged, Juani, the woman at the grocer´s, my painting teacher, my colleagues... They have made me feel that I had my new home here, that I was one more, that I could count on them; however, I am perplexed by the evolution that society in general and politics in particular are having.

     Dear Fran, I ask you: How can an Autonomous President publicly call the president of the government a son of a bitch and quedarse tan pancha? But the worst of all are those who laugh at the insult and applaud her. How can a bully brothel bouncer become an advisor and trusted man of an entire minister? How can the Catalan issue be dealt with by deceiving citizens again and again? Why keep giving examples.

    In this corner of the world they don't know what they have and they run the risk of losing everything.

     Y. a.

     Mary

Monday 29 January 2024

 

Do not cry

The second part, the disappointment.

All the hope that Albanians had with the arrival of the new system was blown up overnight.

In exchange for a can of Coca Cola and avoiding lines to get food, corruption and deceit, scam and fraud were established in Albania. Young Lea saw with her own eyes that what the people had dreamed of, that what her parents expected had been a chimera. Thousands of families were ruined when a form of savings spread throughout Tirana and other cities that was in reality a hidden theft that was only discovered — as is usually the case — when this activity collapsed. An economic scheme that everyone knows and in which, however, many continue to believe.

Democracy also brought to Leushka's world the terrible and unjust Structural Reforms, in capital letters, the loss of jobs and the bankruptcy of the country; while she had her own torments…

My teenage years were, for the most part, unblessed, something that was made even worse whenever my family insisted on convincing me that I had no reason to feel that way.

(It is clear that a teenager is not helped, on the contrary, his feeling is reinforced by telling him that he has no reason to feel bad.)

Tears came to my eyes when I read, in this chapter, Lea's volunteering at the orphanage and the life of little Ilir.

A great book.

From my Borstal

LDR

 

Lea Ypi.- Free. Coming of Age at the End of History. Allen Lane. London 2021