Apparently the exclusive feature and the extravagance are the parameters by which it is in force and the art is valued nowadays. The creativity is confused with the eccentricity, and aesthetic and the good taste with a easy decorative formula. All bond if you secure diferenciarte of the rest and any aberration is eclipsed at the same time and justified by that bad call contemporaneidad. Is a paradox that recently more of a century the bold artist who went the other way around of the fashions and crossed his own way was excluded from the official halls. Nowadays this boldness, in which everything is possible, is confused with the extravagance, abriendo all the doors of the official art; and those that do not score at this galopar wild are marginalized and relegated as long ago it they had been bravest.
And you do not interpret to me bad, by all means that the art must be dared, the authentic art cannot arise from the cowardice, the boredom, the easy formula, the authentic art must arise in a while from fit but at the same time it must wisely be reasoned. They go Gogh, a totally sign artist and dared, it clearly sentences in one of letters his Tho brother: No I create to maintain artificially a state febrile, but I want that you know that I realise a complicated calculation of where they are, one behind the other, done fast, but calculated fabrics long beforehand. Following with our Parisian excursion I tried by far audacity to present/display my work in some of these Parisian Sanctuaries of the Art, unpollluted, empty, quiet rooms, that also intimidate to any absent artist of the fashions and any passer-by of the street. In one of them, whose exhibited work seemed to me that it had an approach with mine, took care of my request and examined my work.Expectant, my nephew and I, watching the face of the curator as if a judge she was, observed in their factions a deception air: C est well, mais c est n est pas contemporaine – he said with sententious voice.