I was told that what looks like a mistaken perspective in the upper part of the window is in fact a broken persiana, those old light blinds made of narrow wood slats that used to hang on the outside of the windows and were mostly broken. They filtered  sunlight and street noises and always rattled a little and belonged to the Madrid summer like the swallos, the heat, the siesta.

Now the persianas are gone. Now it is plastic everywhere except in the pueblos.  On the drawing it seems to be early afternoon, not yet time to go out. The streets would still be empty and too hot. They will start to fill with people after sundown and until very late into the night.

This drawing seems to be felt pen and maybe some colour pencil, but I must ask to find out.

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The other drawing existed only for a short time, because it was made on a blackboard.

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Later it was copied on paper but, as everyone knows, the copy is never the same and only very rarely better.

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Remember the Horse

October 10, 2011

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Whoever painted this must have been under the influence of Picasso.  Style is contagious to a very high degree.
That kind of contagion has nothing to do with imitation, which is why it is so difficult to decide on plagiarism.

In fact, most of what anyone knows or thinks or says or paints echoes its sources so that your real connoisseur sees a picture or hears a minute of music and says: oh, that is from the sixties or that is late nineteenth century East European! The same with text.

In other words, the absolutely original work of art just does not exist unless indeed like a meteorite it fell from another star’s civilization down to Earth.

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Landscapes

September 17, 2011

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All three are  made some years ago in central Spain. Landscapes are the best of all worlds, maybe because they obviate the difference between abstract and concrete, since it isn’t possible to draw and paint everything there is to be seen.

And then the light changes.

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Below, from Aranjuez, was received only yesterday in the mail and so I have not yet asked for permission to publish it here. Basically, it isn’t a landscape either —  or is it?

But it is very nice to imagine.

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The other drawing is more complete. This tries to show the place as seen from below.

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There was a cave where the owners of that little house grew up. They were a family of 10, and the cave was the size of 6 x 18 feet (perhaps I can find out more exactly).

This is called a casa baja, literally a low house, which means there is only one floor. A house like that was mostly built by its owner with no technology and bricks plus some wooden beams. There were also no foundations, and so the house was humid all winter. The walls soaked up humidity from the ground.

I would have liked to stay there forever, but it was not possible. The city with its jobs was too far.

The trees on the yard had to be drawn small, because otherwise :-D you would not see the house. Especially the one in the middle of the yard, an elm, covered more than half of that yard with its branches.

The ground is brown because it is summer and the sun has burnt up those flowers and the grass.

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The drawing isn’t mine. As explained elsewhere, I’ll references once the blog has found its direction.
And how do you find a blog’s direction?
The same as finding the direction that your life takes: by looking back at what there is.
The best horoscopes are retrospective.