My trainers have finally succumbed to its finality-a slow, painful but sure death and I am the only one mourning. The plastic straps that held the shoe laces fell out and as much as I want to revive them with superglue, I know it is high time to give them a rest. There were tears shed indeed, for these once-beautiful worn-out shoes have been with me since the start of my European saga and have witnessed my personal retreats, ups and downs, journeys and art discoveries.
For a year, these trainers have been in Barcelona and discovered the trails of the fathers of modern art: the Fundación Joan Miró, Pablo Picasso Museum, Gaudi´s Sagrada Familia/Casa Mila and also discovered the avant-garde Antoni Tapiés. Read More »
Hunger is the word I would describe Joan Miró´s retrospective at the Tate Modern. Not because I came there with an empty stomach and could hear it growling (I was starved, yes and could eat a horse, but that´s really beside the point) --- but it is really hunger which drove Miro to find his own pictorial language. He went literally famished in his experiments with surreallism often recording his hallucinations brought by hunger on paper. In fact, it was his muse. “Hunger was a great source of hallucinations. I would sit for long periods looking at the bare walls of my studio trying to capture these shapes on paper or burlap,” he said.
This going beyond the extreme resulted in a massive artistic output of more than 2,000 paintings for 70 years of his life until his death in 1983. He painted daily, driven by an inner hunger to widen the scope of visual perception. André Breton called him "the most surreal of us all." Read More »