Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Happens If Dog Not Deworned

presentation, and thanks for calling us

We are in the painting of the day from the endless tasks of living each day, and this, for Victor involves pain and sacrifice, dignity and hope. The pictures here we can see, their presence at the author coincides with an important date, a date which has become a reference in the struggle for dignity and justice, March 10, when strength and generosity, milestone in this long struggle that will inevitably avoca these paintings and the present. Are dark times, these dazzling darkness in which we live and the condition of women and men, their rationale, transform the world and walk towards the human being that from the outset, unlike the rest of the beings inhabit the earth, have invented, imagined and dreamed. And that day is a distant goal, a reason that we calls and saves us. but we also fatigue and soul wells up to us, as would Cesar Vallejo.
Victor's paintings have the texture of the walls nesting slogans for a new world where they raise the cries and the voices who say no to poverty, the wealth that corrupts us miserable. His compositions refer to the forms and contents that have been established avant-garde over the last century: The poster, comic, overlapping planes, themes of everyday life, work, dreams and nightmares, uncertainty and anger.
There is a conversation that involves us, a dialogue where the pain is hopeful speech, voices and barking machine
Shrew, hands armed with reason, hands and faces that sometimes fade to show the huge effort to be every day. His painting is the skin that the light is left rubbing their eyes, and shadows that are revealed as habitable as essential. Contemplate his paintings as stories that help us, like all stories told, and therefore shared, and thus provide us acknowledge and recognize ourselves as beings made equal to remember and to know ourselves, and make possible the meetings where we discuss and world, us in the world we cover as humans. Thanks Victor.


We are facing a painting two days, two endless work to live each day, and iso to Victor e dor involves sacrifice, dignity and hope. The tables here we can see, your presence, found by the will of the author with the indicated date, a date that has been the reference of the struggle for dignity and justice, on March 10, when strength and generosity, a mouteira this long struggle that inevitably Avoca these paintings and the present. They are dark times, these gorgeously dark we played live and is the condition of woman and man, his reason for being, and transform the world to walk this human being that from the outset, unlike the rest of the beings that inhabit the land, invented, imagined and dreamed. And today is a distant goal, a reason for calling us and Salvan., but also in fatigue and empoza the soul would cease as Vallejo.
Victor's paintings have the texture of the walls where aniñan slogan for a new world, where they raise the screams and the voices which say that misery, miserable abundance that corrupts us. His compositions refer to the forms and contents that the vanguards introduced over the past century: the poster, comic, superimposed planes, a theme of everyday life, work, dreams and nightmares, uncertainty and anger.
There is talk that surrounds us, a dialogue that the pain is hopeful speech, voices and barking,
machines tamed, hands armed with reason, hands and faces by sometimes fades to show the soul of the huge effort to turn up every day.
His painting is the skin that gives birth to friction with his gaze, and the shadows that reveal themselves as livable as indispensable. Let us look at his pictures as the stories that make us acquainted with the lines of escape from reality, and like all stories told, so sharing, enable us to recognize and recoñecernos as being made to remember and sabernos equal, and thus enable the meetings where besides us and the world, the world fúndanos of us as humans. Like today, aiqui. Thanks Victor.

Ferrol, March 10, 2010, in memory of Daniel Amador and
Novas victor paintings

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Adjust The Flame On My Propane Furnace

PAINTINGS TO REMEMBER THE 10th OF MARCH



occasion of the anniversary of the crimes committed by the Franco
March 10, 1972, Victor Novas offers an exhibition with a selection of his paintings where the world
work is the stuff that used his paintings, and so reveal
dignity and greatness
of the struggle for equality and justice in times past dark times are current at the conditions we live today as if all that is not sevido had for nothing. On the contrary, the struggle continues and other terms. The example of those men and women is absolutely essential to address what is now obvious: THIS SYSTEM Of affairs is totally unworkable.
(The Institute CIRCLE OF SUANCES)
PAINT PAINT PAINT IS
Novas and Victor does not deceive us. The lines of his song are firm, a language for the soul to converse with the colors of what is not said. what ananda between words and things, between our breath and what happens. Victor's paintings tell us what lies kill. No anecdotes, all you print is all that our eyes crying. No show is worth. There is a humility without concessions. His fingers still naked, still weary labored in his shadow display the emotion of the beholder. There is a luminous work of slogans that sound when you stop conformity with the pain or prey to cruelty or deception, dragging the conclusion tenderness, or excitement dignity. But before then, only the painting, with its transparent osamente strokes relentlessly, paint as raw material for raising excitement with feet on the ground that the sky just rhyme. With your feet on the ground to fly the dark side we barks. hands, corners, hoists, ropes, sea basins, arcs, corners, mothers, noise, anger, hands, many hands, and dogs, and sky, day skins, peelings of light, and love still The exaggeration of dawn, the indifference of dawn, dusk national narrative, the meek disarmed, the background color of memory, the fund Forgetting, white tones in the background, not as the background and unhemed ever, your eyes. The work of your eyes.

Paint and painting with ink and Victor
News does not disappoint us. Traces of their song
are firm, a language for the soul to converse with the colors of what is not said.
what apanda between words and things, between our breath and what happens. The paintings of Victor
cóntannos what lies kill. There
stories, all you print is all that claims our attention. There
show worthwhile. There is a humility without compromise. His fingers still naked, still fatigued
lays its shadow on emotion than laboriously contemplates.
There is a luminous work of slogans that sound when suspended in conformity
before the pain or the prey in the face of cruelty or deception, the conclusion arrastrándonos
tenderness, or the exaltation of human dignity.
But before then, only the painting, with its bones transparent strokes relentlessly,
paint as raw material for high emotion with his feet on the floor of the days to come.
fly back to earth the dark barking.
hand corners, cranes, Maroma, sea, dock, arcs, angles, mothers, sound, fury, hands, many hands, and dogs, and sky peels day monde of light and love went to the exageracion morning, the indifference of the morning, in the story of twilight, unarmed hands, the background color of memory, the bottom Forgetting,
the shades of black in the background as the background and not finish without JAMA, your eyes. The work of his eyes.