Arte religioso y surrealismo en la pintura de Jeroen van Aken

Esta fue la contradicción que encontré en la obra de El Bosco. Lo golpea a uno por que es insuperable, sin ningún elemento de juicio anterior, expectativa o información me sorprendí con sus pinturas. Probablemente por esa contundencia es que ha fascinado a los mirones comunes y corrientes, visitantes de museos casi por obligación u oportunismo (como yo) tanto o mas que a expertos y estudiosos del arte. Al fín, después de mucho "amague" fui al Prado con Juulia Aliide.
En la colección permanente del museo hay una sala dedicada a la pintura flamenca primitiva entre las que se destaca principalmente este pintor. Vivió en el siglo XV, lo que lo ubica en una época de manifiesto rigor religioso y persecuciones ideológicas por parte de la iglesia católica. La muestra incluye sus dos pinturas mas famosas: El jardín de las delicias y la mesa de los 7 pecados capitales que impresiona y atrae igualmente. La temática manifiestamente mística contrasta con lo conceptual y reduccionista de los personajes e incluso el paisaje que fabrica. En técnica y estilo asociado a sus contemporáneos pero con la descriptiva figurativa del surrealismo mas estricto. ¿No se trataba tal vez, del Dalí de su época? Es la sensación con la que uno se queda.


Visiblemente atormentado por las lecciones morales pero tocado por la misma gracia creativa. Me quede completamente cautivada con la imagen del jardín de las delicias, en un formato muchísimo mayor al que me imaginaba. ¿Cómo fue que pudo "componer" con tanta libertad "impunemente"? La imagen corresponde al panel central de la obra que no refleja en nada el impacto del color y las dimensiones del original.

Intereses

Tengo para decir, MUY POCO; mucho más para leer y oír. Introspección, ocupación, visitas y los siguientes URLs que recomiendo categóricamente por que o son muy entretenidos o tienen enlaces con contenido aprovechable, algunos son simplemente creativos y muy hermosos. Hay simplicidad, belleza, economía, conceptualización y dedicación en ellos.

-Poppy talk
-Full-dazzling
-Ibouttens
-Show your workings
-Indexed
-Natascha
-Floripapeldepapel
-Karineriksson

Por que hay dias en que es necesario contemplar. Por que me gustaría coser mas y pensar menos, tener una vida simple y con propósito, sin abuso ni desperdicio de recurso alguno (nisiquiera la memoria), por que hecho por la mamá es mas significativo que hecho por maquileros en Bangladesh (aunque sean productos Oillily y no me pueda resistir a seguir comprandolos!), por que en Escandinavia hay menos intervencionismo (extranjero), consumismo y colonización por lo que se vive mejor, en paz, en conexión permanente con la naturaleza, por que me hubiera gustado ser ilustradora de libros, entre otras muchas cosas. Por que Emil cocina muy bien y colecciona recetas para el libro de la historia familiar. Por que hay que tener una mente ágil, y por lo tanto de pensamientos SIMPLES producto de la claridad conceptual. Por todo eso me gustaron esos blogs y otros 62 que tengo anotados en un papel, a mi lado, encabezados por AMAZON, mi debilidad. Este sitio es mi mayor obstáculo a la hora de implementar mi plan general de disminución de gastos superflúos. "AKA" consumo conspícuo.

Hoy mi papá hubiera cumplido 71 años; estoy pensando en el con música de Jean Sablon. Alguien dijo que mi papá quería morir en París...asumo que Lucienne Delyle, parisína, también sería de su gusto, o el mismo Charles Trénet (La-mer, no Lamér, en este caso una inapropiada "liason" no suena muy bien) si hubiera entendido el idioma (ella era, casualmente, farmacista!).

Unas fotos para documentar los últimos días de Marzo, esta es de la caza de huevos de pascua que organizaron los Sarabia. Damnificado por su propia incapacidad para competir (todavía es un ser puro y silvestre): Joonas, que se dedicó a recolectar los huevos de gallina cocinados y los decorados sin sorpresas ni chocolate.

Findings. Is this a piece of art or a testimony?

On an attic, in Lyon, France. Then displayed on "her" ryad in Marrakesh, where we stayed last January. The painting impressed me because of the precarious state in which men where fighting during that war (WWI). Not that war is a safe activity ever, but the first image portrays in a pathetic way what being a soldier meant at the time. He is there all alone and his life rests on his back. The second photo is a card that shows the fights of armed and empowered men. They are more violent, for the struggle is manifest, but contrary to the other, it shows power, strength and vitality. The tragic war and the art of war.

BENTO, a missing link.

I am unable to explain the Asian phenomenon that is taking place in this house. My cultural heritage overridden by countless tea ceremonies orchestrated by the 9 year old in charge and our decoration choices overlapped by SHODO compositions and oriental paraphernalia.
We have been living the oriental craze during the last two years; Ever since Juulia discovered the Japanese culture (well in fact it is about anything Asiatic). It all started with an avalanche of questions that I could no longer answer: Could I read and/or recite the Chinese alphabet?, How to say mother and/or happiness in Japanese?, How many languages are spoken in Asia?, Can I also become a Maiko (implied: even though I am half Estonian and half Colombian)?, Could we purchase a Kimono and an Ao-dai and would I let her go to school dressed like that?, Could we drink green tea every evening with dinner? and eventually and more importantly: Can you please register me for Shodo (!!!!!!??? WHAT IS THAAAAAAAAAAT I thought!) in this number (Telephone number, website, email address and name of the teacher all written down in a piece of paper)? Emil, more modestly and much less imposing had been making a good deal of origami on his own. Being the background more or less explained already, lets go onto the BENTO issue.
Today, we learned that (like everything in Japan) Bento is almost an art. The definition found in Wikipedia sufices so far: "single-portion takeout meal common in Japanese cuisine. A traditional bento consists of rice, fish or meat, and one or more pickled or cooked vegetables as a side dish. Containers range from disposable mass produced to hand crafted lacquerware"

And this is the point of contact with me, the missing link, a good explanation on where her interest comes from (a little bit stretching the reasoning is harmless now, is not it?). The picture above shows a bento of those I had from childhood. I received plenty of these little boxes and never knew what they were about but still I collected several of Little Twin Stars, (the characters are shown above on top of the chopsticks container) from age 9, purchased in the same shop (an only one probably) where you could get them back then, that is in the 70s and 80s, in the 10th street of Medellin: "Lanas." On occasions a nice color Lacoste T-shirt could also be found there. Later, in Oviedo Shopping Center we had a small supply of Sanrio imports and "cool stuff" but nothing compared with the current stock. The shop then was called Mattel . Nowadays one can find everything imaginable, everywhere; Hello kitty, My Melody and other much newer "others" are flooding commerce all over the place in Colombia. One can find them even in el Exito, who would have imagined 27 years ago? My favorites as for today are Chococat and Badtz-maru.
Children of my age, all with the same collection, could also procured them in Miami, and they were a sign of disctintion for it also revealed the fact that one could also travel abroad in a time of closed economies and very little international exchange. Anything Sanrio and bento (described already) constituted the best type of gifts of all, followed by stickers and stationary as I received from La Tia Pata when I was around 11 or 12 and collected for many years to come. I still keep the stickers, my old bentos and even one that my brother J.F. had in white and red of Hello Kitty. The one possession I use up to now is his swimming bag, as appears below:

These below, are very sophisticated bento arrangements by declared B. serial producer Sakurako Kitsa, an American lady who evidently has a lot of talent and patience. Joonas loves them, but I am afraid to get inspired by this and create him yet another routine, one of sophisticated food compositions to pledge to forever and suffer every day with!