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Title of the book ''critique''

Mixed media on canvas

        Measures 210 x 170



I stand before a work that has left me perplexed, the background is an evocation of a reality blurred impressionism, a field in spring, who knows the French countryside know what I mean by the power of background and foreground out a cube, cube cold blue gray edges, one closed the other crumbling, duality, the mixture of impressionism and neo realism, sensitivity or torture that created this canvas Jokin Burgo.
His title "Crisis", appropriate for the beholder, the work no longer belongs only to admire him, not only reflects the state of mind of the painter, is a critical force that takes you to feel sensations visceral does not leave you unmoved.
The delicacy of impressionistic background conveys that peace, that quiet whisper and freshness of spring. The harshness of reality crumbling in its neo expressionism leads to the rebellion of paroxysm.
Both conjugates did not leave me unmoved and I had to say what makes me, is the overture to Wagner's Lohengrin, the hope that crumbles the bucket and relieve the back, the warmth, against the apathy, sadness.
In short I am before a work that is more than an inspiration, is a vivid reminder of what is and what will be.The light at the end of the tunnel.

Critique of Henry de Penaranda

Precious stones Woman

Like a dawn ends the night
I lost the memory of your face.
I cursed myself for losing you,
and swore at my head
for not keeping better the drawer of your memories.

Vagrant and orphan living
with the inheritance of a blur,
the color of the stones that once kept your lap.

There is no worse punishment to wander without a memory,
there is no worse punishment to wander without the warmth of a hug,
know that one day were the most beautiful
and a mistake to love you too.
I curse you for losing
and curse my head for not having warned.

Juanjo Ortubia

http://jjortubia.wordpress.com/2012/03/24/mujer-de-pedreria/