By Francisco García González has a Chinese legend that on one occasion, an emperor was a teacher bring to the palace to paint him a crab. The painter, who knew of his office, called home, servants, food and ten-year term. The emperor agreed. So the expiry, the teacher sat in front of a table, took the brush and painted a single gesture most perfect crab ever existed. There was worth the wait. The emperor owned just crab embodying all possible crabs.
But the above anecdote is this: a tall tale. The final story is about. A lot.
Gallos, portraits, still lifes and devils spring clumsy, funny, weightless as Romanesque. A party arrested in the police sense, or captured by the boundaries and creating suspicion. The profusion iconographic Rafael Calvo as in life or in Ecclesiastes: what is and was, it will be like until the end of the day. From Landry to the forefront. And from there to present the Cuban art has a meager amount of archetypes. How
had to wait this figuration false or suspicious? The long, and above all, winding road to it has been reversed. Calvo, prisoner infinite line, then photographed, such as theses, several African princes with their vassals in search of tribal marks including significant meanings and was launched into an abstraction in the fight giving the kitsch and masochism alike. (The first thing for the invitation to use phrases contained in the likes and comforting, and always hope: "Woe how cute!". And the masochism of the technique and the bill: make an engraving without attachments, materials and other requirements, and print up stamps, as many as a mega company for several years of work, or draw lines to give back to Ecuador. Good trap that the office).
The crab met his Chinese teacher, or the Emperor, with just a touch. For cautious one should never doubt the Chinese stories. From there come tea, Tai Chi, the cult of patience, gunpowder, Kongfu, fried rice, acupuncture, and ointment tao china. I'm sure all that was in the crustacean of the emperor. A thousand miles in time and space, the configuration of Calvo, he assures us, is akin to the mystery of oriental art. If we go looking for the abstraction of a rooster in which crab will discover something of the emperor, not bad the way back.
Fifteen years after stepping into the maze of abstraction, pita No figures in a single stroke. The cardboard, or canvas, are imbued with light bands worthy of Rabo Karabekian in minimalist stage. (What Funny, now that I remember, Kurt Vonnegut in Blue Beard, a biography of the Armenian artist, explains the transition from realism to postwar Runner and from there to minimalism and the latter back to figuration. The painter walked in a circle. Nor he was free). And on light, Calvo literally begins to release the soul. On top of the illuminating touches the infinite path of the lines in charcoal, pen or brush.
This is the hard work that beats in every human endeavor. A Sacher-Masoch would have liked to deal with one of these half-finished pieces. Entreat him as much as his stern wife. Not to mention the enjoyment. Mysteries of joy. How not to enjoy: begin to appear, line by line, hundreds of thousands of lines of light, roosters, devils, vases. So for several weeks. Calvo unlike the Chinese master is a prisoner of the line. Calvo
While out on a journey back in reverse, heavy abstraction is always manages to take its toll. It's the old trick of avant-garde turned into action as anything else. The cock, the vase or the face look like landscapes seen from a great height. He is the author's private universe. If the painter of the emperor was traveling in mind, anyone like Calvo has flown on the adjoining stretch of the Caribbean between Cuba and the Isla Evangelista. And every journey is a passion traffic from one place to another. Under light traffic on the ground.
the end a man is also painting pictures, it does not matter a rooster, a fish, a chair or a rabbit. Never mind the enjoyment or penance and the agony of creation, or why are painted. In front of a work and their tracks, import only the line and light. The road was left behind is this: Chinese tale, however much we have to see.
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