The Blue Aegean Sea…

(Aegean Coast of Turkey, photo property of FBC, All Rights Reserved)

I’ve never seen a bluer sea, and I’ve seen many, because if there is one thing that I love is the water…I was born near the water and I’ve always lived in a coastal city or town…but the Aegean Sea is incredibly beautiful.

Here are some shots I took while sailing in Turkish waters…

And areas along the coast heading south from Bodrum, and Bodrum is more or less in the middle of the Turkish Aegean coast, about a one hour flight from Istanbul.

It’s a very relaxing time, the time you spend on the water, and since most of the coastline is composed of coves and small bays, you can anchor and jump in any time of the day or the night that you like…

(Our saiboat, we rented it with friends, for one week, photo property of FBC, All Rights Reserved)

When you hire a boat, it comes with a captain, a chef and a first mate. You then purchase everything and anything you wish to eat along the voyage as well as everything and anything you would like to drink. We had a great chef and ate gourmet quality food throughout the seven days of sailing the Turkish Aegean.

It is a very relaxing and refreshing time, a most enjoyable experience. You eat, you drink, you take in the sunshine and the gorgeous waters of that blue, blue Aegean Sea…

I leave you with a little video clip that I made of my trips and journeys in Turkey, a country I know very well, although I should say that I know the western, Aegean coast, because Turkey is a huge country and I know very little of all points east, north or further south…

Turkey, at least some of it…

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Raw Emotion is not Art

(“Botitas” acrylic on canvas, 70x80cm Private Collection United States, foto property of FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios, All Rights Reserved)

In the theatre, or in films or in anything where an actor performs, there is a transmission of ideas, emotions and dynamics. The dynamics are the ups and downs and the inevitable way they lead…or they should…to the climax. It’s what we see, feel and identify as energy. But the emotions, the feelings, the exchanges of dialogue, whether it is spoken or non-verbal, are all contrived.

In other words, the emotions are an artistic recreation that the actor, through his training, talent and ability, transmits. The great Theatre Director Konstantin Stanislavski, Director of the Moscow Art Theatre and writer of several books on one of the most popular acting forms, the Method, said, and I paraphrase, that raw emotion is not art.

Therefore it may be wise to apply this very important lesson, this idea, this profound statement, to all forms of art, because all art must be a means of expression and the expression is in the form of emotions.

I realised that when I was a Theatre student in university. I thought about that phrase for a very long time until it sank deep into my brain and I was able to make it a motto for myself and my work in art, in every form of art that I’ve been involved in, namely music, painting and poetry. Funny thing is that I did theatre work, writing, directing and producing but never acting…well, only once…as I never aspired to be an actor, instead I wanted to be a playwright.

In any event, I ended up painting and trying to express emotions with acrylics, oils, watercolours, pencils and pens, on paper, on canvas or on wood…

In conclusion I just wanted to state that all art is contrived and serves an artistic purpose, which is either to express an idea, a thought or an emotion but keeping in mind that it must also entertain…

(Francisco, by FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios)

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Urban Legend

(“Leyenda” acrylic on canvas by Francisco Bravo Cabrera, All Rights Reserved)

I’ve lived camouflaged in a dreary existence

away from the rays of the sun.

I’ve been a ghost,

I’ve been a vision,

and my words, are the voices you heard

when your spirit yearned for a trace of lost sanity.

And you joined me in the shadows.

My presence was the poltergeist,

that disappeared from sight

when she turned on the lights,

and sat upon her Persian rug

and lit her pipe and smoked.

I’ve always faded far into these dark, dark places,

And she, who always loved the light,

refused to see

both you and me.

Then one day our shadows crossed,

and our faces were exposed

then both did burned,

as rays of yellow light turned this darkened castle bright,

and we became the things that were.

I, the ghost that was,

you, the story told,

and us, the urban legend…

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 23 JAN 2020, Valencia, Spain

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Miami Beach…in the Winter

(Pelican over the Atlantic Ocean, photo property of FBC, All Rights Reserved)

Miami Beach is an island on the other side of Biscayne Bay from the City of Miami…it is a barrier island with approximately 90.000 residents. Of course, during the high tourist season the number of people in Miami Beach rises to a couple of million, at least…

There is no such thing as a winter in South Florida…

And the sun sets over Miami Beach. Photo property of FBC, All Rights Reserved

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He Estado Soñando

He estado miles de años soñando con el camino,

El camino que va al sur,

El camino por donde siempre sopla el viento…

En esta ciudad reviento,

Me molesta hasta el sonido

De los pasos transcurridos de los sonámbulos tercos

Que insisten en mantener sus costumbres de hogar viejo.

Y yo sin pedir permiso al santo de los caminos,

Me voy por donde he venido

Me voy por el viejo espejo a la ciudad donde nunca

Apagan la luz ni sueñan,

Ni duermen ni se entretienen

Ni jamás andan risueños.

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 23 de enero de 2020, Valencia, España

Of Little Fame and Glory

And when you tell me of my life and things I’ve done,

don’t be so sure I won’t deny it all,

even the truth can get so very old

it becomes legend.

And legends never are composed of words of truth,

that’s why I say the things I did while in youth

will never match the ordinary life

I’m used to living.

So I’ll deny the things you’ve said,

deny it all,

the things that you remember,

the things that I forgot,

the laughter in the sun,

imaginary days of wine and song,

nostalgic of the things we’ve never done,

so if you come and tell me my life story,

of little fame and glory,

I’ll pay you deepest courtesy,

I’ll listen for a while,

holding back a tear, perhaps hiding a smile,

and when you’ve finished

while I’m giving you a hug

I’ll whisper in your ear as I give your back a rub

and I’ll deny I’ve lived my life that way,

that’s all I’ve got to say…

C.2020. Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 21 JAN 2020, Valencia, Spain

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La Calle en que Nací

(Foto propiedad de FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia, Derechos Reservados, All Rights Reserved

Los adoquines de la calle en que nací,

sonreían felices bajo el sol,

encantados de mis pasos de charol

o del roce de mis blancos botines…

Cuatro años y hacia el cine me llevaba mi mamá,

Tantos años de la mano de papá

y felices disfrutando

juntos por el pueblo andando

o en el coche cuando íbamos a la ciudad…

Pero en tiempo nubes negras nos mandó

y así todo cambió.

Los adoquines de mi calle sufrieron los pisotones

de atorrantes valentones,

rifle en mano,

himno en boca

y nos tocó la suerte loca

de sentirnos extranjeros,

de vernos entre pioneros

confundidos, extraviados

y asi ha quedado barado

el tiempo sobre adoquines

de la calle, donde ya no viven

ni sonrisas ni los peques,

ni el charol ni los botines,

solo tristes adoquines bajo el sol…

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 21 de enero de 2020, Valencia

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