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WHY I PAINT WAVES?

It exalts me, it lifts me, it confuses me, it strokes me, it greets me, it chases me, it moves me, it wins my heart: it forgets me.
It means nothing and says everything, it springs from the bottom and brings back memories forgotten by the ancient Gods. It comes like a bunch of jasmine, throwing out aromas of salt to spread the
light, the light that was forbidden, the light that leads us, the light of the soul.
Then it shows its tin and steel side, harmonized with the most subtle, transparent green. You are everything, you see everything with wet, round, metal eyes: salty eye lids of celestial tremors, glass and
shiver.
Other times, with its serrated crest, it grinds the coast and then returns to that motionless solitude full of life. And from that buried life, submerged in rest, it reemerges spreading its arms out to the infinite
to burst into a fictitious starry sky.
... And it goes on licking the surface of the melted lead with salt kisses in the curves of the best dance, in a deified mixture of violence and tenderness.


THE WAVE, a piece of sea destined to movement like the sails of the wind. It rises impetuously leaving its genitals in the air; to carry out the most heartrending, serious act of love, it rises from sleep leaving out in the storm of white roses the impetuous fire of the foam.
I do not forget your mirror of pure sex, of flaming nipples.
White cradle, white jam. You came galloping in the nude from the bottom of desire to pull out roots and writhe with snake fangs. An intense roar, wet and cold, to die and be born. To be virgin, intact and new.
Something indescribable that comes from the soul of fishes, from the very origin of pleasure, from he genesis of Venus.
For this and many other reasons, I paint THE WAVE. Like the last word.
Like the last kiss. Like the last farewell the sea offers me.
THE WAVE rises softly to become nothing, to be born again, because it is both a source and defeat, it is death and life. Transparent shadow and dark light.
When it comes with the sun it brings a heart of gold, it is the tremor of blues, steam, velvet on its mother-of-pearl eye lashes with the moon.
It is naïve, tenacious, transparent, evasive… tireless.
Each one has its own language, its way of speaking, its sound…unrepeatable.
And once again it becomes different.
A continual explosion of sounds and light.
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I was in Sitges in the summer of 62 working as a waiter in the Terramar hotel, surrounded by sand and the sea. It was my romantic period when I used to stay up all night.
I burnt many evenings and nights with Joan Manuel Serrat and Gullermina Motta, I slept in a hammock on the hotel’s private beach. But I never touched the sea so as not to break that deep mystery.

 

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With a turquoise blue heart to cling to the beach. Oil on Canvas. 400 x 100 cms.

 

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Continuing explosion of sounds and light. Oil on Canvas. 240 x 100 cms.

 

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The moist perfume that lingers on. Oil on Canvas. 240 x 100 cms.

 

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Sometimes silver, sometimes lead. Oil on Canvas. 200 x 100 cms.

 

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Cold, salt water lightning. Oil on Canvas. 200 x 100 cms.

 

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unbeatable sea dance.Oil on Canvas. 200x100 cms.

 

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Velvet on her mother-of-pearl lashes. Oil on Canvas. 200 x 122 cms.

 

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Your movement becomes foam, water spring and defeat. Oil on Canvas. 150 x 100 cms.

 

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Permanent statue of wet glass (Unfinished). Oil on Canvas. 150 x 100 cms.

 

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Unfolding the light from a sapphire. Oil on Canvas. 150 x 100 cms.

 

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Sliding the blue light on. Óleo sobre lienzo. 150x100 cms.

 

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Of frozen tin you were made. Oil on Canvas. 150 x 150 cms.

 

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A wet desert with silver light. Oil on Canvas. 100 x 100 cms.

 

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An embroidery of stars remained in you. Oil on Canvas. 100 x 100 cms.

 

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Sketch for sound and light. Oil on Canvas. 90 x 30 cms.

 

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Elusive… tireless (Sketch). Oil on Canvas. 60 x 30 cms.

 

 

 

 

 

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The evening wind combs silence, the shadow. Oil on Canvas. 200 x 122 cms.

 

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The fleeting trace builds summers without ears of corn. Oil on Canvas. 130 x 65 cms.

 

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Impalpable paths led you towards the golden light. Oil on Canvas. 130 x 65 cms.

 

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Calm light on the still afternoon. Oil on Canvas. 120x120 cms.

 

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The smell of the sea dusk. Oil on Canvas. 100x100.cms

 

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Light aroma and distance. Oil on Canvas. 73x50 cms.

The shadows that breathe life into the light. Oil on Canvas. 73x50 cms.

 

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Throbbing silence of the dunes. Doñana. Oil on Canvas. 55x46 cms.

 

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He wakes up the light. Doñana.Oil on Canvas. 55x46

 

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The sun rose sweetens the sea. Oil on Canvas. 65x54 cms.

Sunlight comb the dunes.Oil on Canvas. 116x89 cms

 

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When you kiss the sea and shadows. Oil on wood. 81x65 cms.

Homesickness between afternoon and glasses of water.Oil on Canvas. 102x76 cms

 

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I give the word, the light and the infinite. Coto de Doñana. Oil on wood. 81x45 cms

 

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When you slide the shadows. Punta Umbria. Oil on Canvas. 41x33 cms.

 

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The afternoon blast of gold falls. Oil on Canvas. 60x30 cms.

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Serene and is quiet afternoon.Oil on Canvas. 60x30 cms.

 

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Immersed in the trembling heart of the dunes.Oil on Canvas. 90x30 cms.

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Defiantly naked. Oil on Canvas. 41x33 cms.

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Ode to the erotic dance of the dunes.Oil on Canvas. 41x33 cms

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Huey on the skin of the dunes. Oil on Canvas. 41x33 cms

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Weaving shadows on the sand and pine trees. Oil on Canvas. 41x33 cms

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