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.
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.
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.
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.
new paintings by Victor 
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