Art

D.and Pedro Luis de Galvezbohemian, hampón e gánster da literature, Jorge Luis Borges he admired his facet as a sublime sonnetist. And that writing sonnets is no joke. Personally, the two quartets and two trios never manage to connect harmoniously, a marriage that results in the most exquisite lyrical form. Because, really, there are poets in this country who give themselves up (almost all graduated in philology, like this guy), but who writes sonnets… my friend, iso xa é outra cousa.

This intimate reflection has repeatedly prompted me to question the limits of art. Once, catching a train in Atocha and having time, they decided to spend some time visiting the Raíña Sofía museum next door. They exposed the Canadian author’s anthology dune. There was never a vulgar wooden pineapple box on display in the room, turned downwards, on which stood a candle. Lembro, also, dunha visits the Guggenheim, which, in order to appreciate in all its dimensions the sensitive proposal of dunha objectThe guide at the museum recommended that we take off our shoes, but I agreed in my mind, praying that none of the socks had tomatoes. In front of these manifestations of contemporary art, I admit, with all prudence, a respectable attitude, because I will certainly miss the formative elements that dominated. Now, as they are extremely sensitive to all human manifestations, I also welcome the democratization of art, which does not require censorship, a selected audience or a specially trained audience. Never visit the Prado, ask a safe half a room to Xardin das Delicias do Bosco. Oh man, with a sonorous southern drawl, he told me: Where I see uhté musha people, there eh. Just our visit to the big art gallery, we spent more than half an hour literally waiting in ecstasy or descent by van der Weyden. The same rapture that some friends, collectors of modern art, admit to feeling in front of dots or Yoyai Kusama’s canvas laranxa, red, Yellow by Mark Rothko. In short, there must be everything: a reasonable conclusion for a columnist who never claims to be right. I am content to touch the nose of a well-intentioned reader.