Dreaming of a Smile

(Photo by FBC, All Rights Reserved, Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia)


Old, and barely able,
he walks out to the busy corner,
where he buys his daily bread,
wondering where the hell these thoughts
come from that are dancing in his head.
He looks around and doesn’t see
the lady with the mandolin,
that plays the songs he likes to sing,
which she brought from a place he’s never seen.
And though the morning sun has filled
the day with light and warmth,
he’s cold and suffers ‘cause he can’t explain
the lonely feelings that he cannot seem to shake.
Loneliness is not a symptom,
it’s a curse that’s so hard to explain,
for no one really seems to know,
and few can understand the pain.
Everybody’s lonely mornings
are as different as are flakes of snow,
Singular and so precise,
and will never let you go.
And he knows that the future threatens
to be not so very far away,
He still forces his voice to comply,
And tells his children he’s okay:

“I’m only dreaming of a smile,
Yes, for one of those, I’d walk a million miles,
But they’re very hard to find,
And I just haven’t the time…”

He takes his loaf of bread and
walks across the park towards home,
where he sees a group of children playing in the sun.
They remind him of when he was young
and of the days when smiles were not a million miles away.
And for a second in his head he sees the images of long lost friends,
he sees himself in happy times, his true love by his side,
and holding hands they’d listen to their children sing their songs
and he could proudly say…

“I am the happiest of men,
I find golden rays of light,
even in the pouring rain.
With you I will always stay,
and you will never lose your way,
for I will always be your compass,
till we reach the end of days…”

Alone he finds his way back home
to a dark and dusty room
where ghosts do roam.
And the thoughts inside his head are shouting, reminding him,
repeating loudly:

“You’re useless now and soon you will be dead.
The life that you remember is just pictures in your head.
And everyone that you have loved
has left this Earth, they’re far above,
while in the meantime you’re still down here and still struggling
with this meaningless existence so mundane.
Can you name someone that really cares?
No! You’ve no one anywhere! Though it’s a shame.”

And he sits down on the tattered couch,
His index finger to his mouth,
He silences the voices and replies:

“I know the children rarely call,
And I’ve gotten very old,
And I no longer have a loving hand to comfort
or to hold,
and I can’t find a refuge from the cold,
my God, how can I live another day”.

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 07 FEB 2020, Valencia, Spain

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Ojalá que Pase…

Resultado de imagen de letra de ojala pase
(imagen de “Ojalá Pase” de Orishas)

Biatrís Luengo le pone el estribillo de la canción “Ojalá” a la canción “Ojalá Pase” del grupo Orishas y Silvio Rodríguez, autor de “Ojalá”, la acusa de plagio y de robarse la obra de sus manos. Venga tío, que tú, sirves un régimen comunísta que se lo ha robado todo, ¿con qué, moral puedes acusar a nadie?

Orishas es un grupo musical formado, en 1999, en Paris y compuesto por cubanos que salieron de La Habana como parte de un intercambio escolar. Usualmente sus temas hablan de las injusticias y de la desigualdad social. Además son los mas populares exponentes del Hip-Hop cubano en el mundo.

Ahora con el tema “Ojalá Pase”, Orishas le responde a las mentiras de la dictadura cubana, recordándole al régimen que en Cuba “…somos humanos aunque no pensemos iguales.”

Creo que es importante esta canción por lo que dice y mas porque la han lanzado al mundo unos cubanos que quieren que vosotros sepais las verdades relacionadas con Cuba. Y yo quiero que todos lo conozcáis pues todo esfuerzo por decir las verdades que la dictadura de Cuba oculta, vale la pena y en España no sabemos la verdad. Todos tenemos que ganarnos el puesto en la historia

Aquí os dejo el vídeo clip de “Ojalá Pase” y la letra.

Eres tú mi canto de sirena
Porque con tu voz se van mis penas
Este sentimiento ya está añejo
Tú me dueles tanto aunque estés lejos

Hoy yo te invito a caminar por mis solares
Pa’ demostrarte de que sirven tus ideales
Somos humanos aunque no pensemos iguales
No nos tratemos ni dañemos como animales
Esta es mi forma de decírtelo
Llora mi pueblo y siento yo su voz
Tu 59 yo doble 2 (2020)
60 años trancado el dominó
Bombo y platillo a los 500 de la Habana
Mientras en casa en las cazuelas ya no tienen jama
Que celebramos si la gente anda deprisa
Cambiando al Che Guevara y a Martí por la divisa
Todo ha cambiado ya no es lo mismo
Entre tú y yo hay un abismo
Publicidad de un paraíso en Varadero
Mientras las madres lloran por sus hijos que se fueron

Ojalá que se acabe la mirada constante
La palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta
Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto
Una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve
Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte
Para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre
En todos los segundos, en todas las visiones

Hoy yo te invito a que camines por mi campo
Sin luz, agua potable y en carretera de fango
Donde los niños sueñan con un Superman que vuela
Y que le ahorre las 6 horas de botella hasta la escuela
Esta es mi forma de decírtelo
Una vez más en forma de canción
Por un mañana tal vez mejor
Vuelva mi isla bella la de tabaco y ron
Flores y ofrendas a médicos en hospitales
Para que te libren y te curen de todos los males
Publicidad de sanidad gratuita
Si no le llevas algo el dolor no se te quita
Prendo una vela pa’ todos mis santos
Pa’ que nos ayuden a levantarnos
Por qué no somos justos y no nos engañamos
Los santos no resuelven el deber de los humanos

Ojalá se te acabe la mirada constante
La palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta
Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto
Una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve
Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte
Para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre
En todos los segundos, en todas las visiones

(Escrita por Biatrís Luengo y Orishas y el coro de Silvio Rodríguez)

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DIS OR D ER…The “Toxicity” of our Social Order…

(Polluted Biscayne Bay in Miami, Florida, foto property of FBC, All Rights Reserved)

SHOUT THIS:

“You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder…”

These are lyrics from the song “Toxicity” from the album Toxicity by System of a Down, released in 2001. I will leave the link to the video clip of the song. It was written by Serj Tankian, (lyrics), and the music by Daron Malakian and Shavo Odadjian. The song reached number 14 in VH1’s top 40.

Malakian said the song dealt with ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder), however…

I think, after hearing it again after all these years…and believe me, I always loved this song and had the CD Toxicity when in came out…that the song deals with much more than that.

“You, what do you own the world?”

Can that line be a question? I hear it as an affirmation, an accusation perhaps, filled with anger, ire, desperation. Isn’t it fitting that we ask that to some of our present world leaders?

Some of these leaders really are fascinated by their own personalities, or by their own perceived wisdom…

Some really think they can change the course of history…

One thinks he owns the world…

“How do you own disorder, disorder…”

But the world is not the property of a politician, of a dictator or of a supposed elected president. The country he or she represents is unimportant because in the great scheme of things countries are not important. The world does not belong to the leader of a nation no matter how strong (militarily) or powerful (economically) or ancient (cultured and wise) that nation or group of nations or states may be.

But the world is in a state of disorder…

No! They’ve created disorder! Order from chaos…but first create chaos…and we shall rule! This is the theology of those who think they are above all else and want to own the world, rule the world, and they’re only creating disorder!

Here is what the world looks like in the dawn of 2020:

Refugees are walking thousands of kilometres to get to safety and peace…fanatics are killing people that disagree with their strange ideologies or contrived religions…other refugees…they’re just people…are risking their lives crossing the Mediterranean looking for a better life in Europe, and Europe’s “leaders” don’t want them. What! They own the world?

In the industrialised countries of the West, there is a growing number of people without homes, without means, without food…In countries in America there are people suffering insurgencies and guerrilla wars because their governments are corrupt and have not the moral high ground to stand firm against the armies of liberation fighting in their hills, mountains and jungles. Violence rules, from drug cartels, from gangs, from dissatisfied lunatics running rampant in the streets.

There is unchecked political persecution, dictatorships stealing the life blood of the people, depriving entire nations the items they need for daily life, mainly their daily bread.

Throughout the world, industrilised, Third World, whatever, children are being exploited, stolen, sold, prostituted. Young women are kidnapped and trafficked and turned into addicts and used as sex slaves. Everywhere people are getting poorer, the middle class is quickly vanishing…

There is a growing gap, a chasm, between the rich, the very very rich, and the poor who are now the ultra poor…the unequal and unfair distribution of richness is destroying the fabrics of Western society and changing the values of the people…and the Western World continues to rape the so-called Third World, while those poorer nations, in their lack of abilities, are polluting the oceans, the air and the green lands…

People are struggling to be heard, to be recognised and respected, yet there is much anger and hatred towards those who are perceived as being different from the norm. What is the norm?

Women are still being abused, harassed and treated as inferior…hatred and violence against the female gender is at an all time high and yet there are those from some political parties that do not want children to be sensitised to gender violence and be taught about diversity, and be taught that we are all equal and that women are to be respected and not used…

There is a growing right wing, ultra-right wing, whose sentiment is being fueled by those who hate and destroy and who want to rule the world, rule disorder…

And even if those who insist on continuing to use fossil fuels, who resist the proliferation of electric cars, reusable energy and a simpler life that leaves behind a much smaller carbon footprint, do not want to acknowledge it, the Earth is a living organism and it is rebelling against their atrocities.

This last decade has been the hottest on record and every decade since the beginning of record keeping has been hotter than the one before. There are enormous hurricanes, record breaking tornadoes, earthquakes, volcanic explosions, enormous, almost unstoppable forest fires. What more proof do we need that those that are in positions of authority are destroying the world?

I know the song “Toxicity” does not talk about most of the things I’ve ranted and raved about but I hope you find something relevant or akin to today’s reality, either here in Europe or in America or in the East, or in Africa or Australia.

One thing that is true is that the name “Toxicity” does describe the world today…

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The Sun Through the Window…

You look for the window that faces the east,

the rising sun, the savage beast,

for the warmth that you’re looking for,

the warmth that you need

to make it another day to work and to feed…

You feed your indifferent, full of nothingness mind,

on the scraps that the others do hope you may find

among the rubbish and refuse and plastics you search

deep in the alley behind the blind church

whose eyes never see you,

whose ears aren’t tuned to the music you make

as you walk without shoes

through the putrid decay of the old city sidewalks

filled with scraps of the life that was never allowed

to find life and has died…

But in this chamber, where you now pass your days,

you feel the cold shiver and you seek for the rays

of the sun that eventually climbs in the sky,

above the old brownstone,

and you slowly and painfully, take step after step,

arthritic bones cannot ever keep pace,

till you reach that old window, whose glass lets it in

the warmth of the sun, so the morning begins

without a thought, without tea,

how alone can you be

when you’re not sure of anything,

not even your name,

yet you live for you breathe

every minute the same

as you waste away looking for the sun

that you think you will feel through the window

of a house that was boarded up so long ago…

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 10 JAN 2020, Valencia, Spain

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¿Que nos hace falta para construir un mundo mejor?

¿Que necesitamos para hacer un mundo mejor? ¿Que nos falta? ¿Como comenzar? Pues primero pienso que nos hace falta tener mas tolerancia…

La tolerancia creo que es un ingrediente principal para construir un mundo mejor…

Estoy harto de las intolerancias…un rojo no soporta a uno que no lo es y por eso le dice facha, lo increpa, lo rechaza, lo convierte en el demonio y así lo hace el del otro lado con el que supone rojo, y esto, ojo, es solo un ejemplo…no se tolera al negro, al chino, al del medio oriente, y vice versa, por supuesto…no se toleran a immigrantes, a refugiados o a los extranjeros…esto no puede seguir así…

La política, que debería ser cosa que une, pues es el poder del “polis” o sea del pueblo, resulta ser que nos desune, nos separa, crea enormes diferencias entre la gente y grandes problemas y no nos sirve para crear un mundo mejor, al contrario, nos está destruyendo el que tenemos…hay que superar este atrazo y desarrollar algo nuevo, algo que sirva y no cueste tanto…

Pues venga, la tolerancia la coloco en primer lugar, y ¿que más?

Claro, estan los valores mas fuertes, típicamente relacionados con valores cristianos, pero muy importantes que son, cosas como el amor, la caridad, la hermandad, la idea del prójimo et cetera et cetera…

¿Que pensaís de estos?

Hay que separarse un poco de uno mísmo y considerar que hay otros a nuestro derredor que necesitan, no solo currar, comer y vivir decentemente, pero también ser considerados como seres humanos, son el prójimo que merecen nuestra comprensión y aceptación…

La sociedad no es nuestra…

La nación tampoco…

El mundo, la orbe donde vivímos no nos pertenece ni la hemos creado…es para todos…las fronteras son barreras, un mal necesario para, supuestamente, mantener el orden, pero no podemos dejar que se interpongan cuando nos tratamos entre nos, entre humanos…

Acordad que llueve sobre todos, buenos y malos, ciudadanos y extranjeros, conocidos y forasteros y…

No hay gente en el mundo ilegal…

¿Que pensaís vosotros?

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Cienfuegos, Cuba, The Pearl of the South, Punta Gorda

(The Bay of Cienfuegos, photo by FBC)

There is something about Cuba that is certainly worth talking…and blogging…about, the natural beauty of the island. For instance, the Bay of Cienfuegos…

Cienfuegos, situated in the south shore of Cuba, somewhat near the centre of the island, was founded in 1819 by immigrants from France, under the leadership of founder Mr. Luis De Clouet.

I had the opportunity to spend fifteen days in Cienfuegos. I stayed at a “casa particular”, which is the Cuban equivalency of a bed and breakfast. I chose a particular area of the city, a little peninsula…or a spit…that juts out into the bay and which is called “Punta Gorda”.

The Paseo del Prado is the main street that runs through this small neighbourhood after it crosses the Malecon de Cienfuegos, (The seawall), and from then on until the point at the end of the spit. I referred to it as the strip. Punta Gorda has a rather suburban feel, not unlike many places in Miami, Florida…

Punta Gorda must have been a beautiful neighbourhood back in the fifties. The area was developed much earlier, even as far back as the XIXth Century. But in the thirties, forties and fifties Punta Gorda enjoyed its best years. You can see huge mansions with large yards with fruit trees and all the houses, on one side of the main street or the other, are on the water…

The lovely green and white building above was the Yacht Club. Next to it you can see the Cienfuegos seawall, called the “Malecon”…

I stayed for a few nights at the Hotel Jagua, located at the end of the Punta Gorda strip. It was built in 1958, before the revolution, and it has that old 1950’s charm. It is on the water, with a little beach and with nice bars and restaurants. At night they have a Jazz club, and well, you know how I feel about Jazz…

The old Covadonga Restaurant is also on the water, across from the hotel. It certainly looks like a 1950’s building, although now it is rather run down. I was told by old timers that in the late 50’s it was a hopping place. People would crowd the tables on the waterside and drink their daiquiris and their mojitos under the shade and enjoying the Caribbean breezes…

When you leave Downtown Cienfuegos on the Paseo del Prado, basically Cienfuego’s main street, you are en route to Punta Gorda. At the very end of the strip is a rotunda, where there is a metal statue of dancers. Across is the De Valle palace. This was once a private home and now a museum and sometimes a banquet hall as well as a popular tourist attraction.

I must say that I did truly enjoy those days in Punta Gorda. Every day I would walk the Malecon strip and then the Paseo del Prado and enter into the downtown Cienfuegos neighbourhood. It was a lovely time, especially in March, when I went because the weather was not as hot as it gets in the summers.

Cienfuegos, on the whole, was a beautiful French city. A perfect grid of streets, all straight, all logical…

You can still see the majesty of most of the houses in the Downtown neighbourhood even though, because of lack of maintenance, many of the facades look rather run down. However, with a little paint and a little tender love and care, these structures will resurface again with the strength and beauty they originally possessed when they were built back in the late XIXth Century and early XXth.

Finally I just wanted to include a little side trip I made to Rancho Luna, the beach town, very close by, that Cienfuegos people call their beach. It has lovely beachfront homes on the side of a hill and of course, all those were the beach houses of “Cienfuegueros” (the folk of Cienfuegos), where they went to spend their summer holidays. The Cuban government appropriated these properties when the owners abandoned Cuba and sought political exile in Spain or in the US. Presently the house you see above is being used by the government as a “rest home” for patients convalescing from AIDS and HIV disease.

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Miami Beach…What Can I say…

(Sailing on the Atlantic Ocean, Florida coast, photo by FBC)

Miami Beach, what can I say? Well…

I lived there for over thirty years. The best were the first fifteen, in many ways and for many personal reasons. The last few, not to say that they were bad, because I never regret anything I do, but they were not as good, for many personal reasons as well and because the city changed so much…towards what I would say negative progress…that I could not wait to leave.

Miami Beach, as I have previously written, was a great little city. During the 1950’s it was all gold and glitter. Frank Sinatra was singing at the Roney Palace, Jackie Gleason did The Honeymooners at the Miami Beach Theater of the Performing Arts, later renamed in his honour and most of the rich and famous partied there. Later, after the 1960’s it was virtually abandoned. Most of the great hotels, all oceanfront, became dilapidated, ugly, dirty and cheap and no one wanted to even pass by Ocean Drive. Then towards the end of the 1980’s the “Beach” resurfaced again and called itself “South Beach” and once again bars, restaurants and hotels began to pop up, the old Art Deco buildings began too look as good as they once were and the streets were once again filled with tourists and with those who wanted to live there and be a part of the history that was being done there at the time.

I was one of them…

I loved the galleries, the live music venues, the jazz clubs, the blues clubs, the rock clubs, the sushi bars, the Thai restaurants and everything else that suddenly made its way to South Beach that was not there before…

But it is not there anymore. When “South Beach” became “SoBe”, everything changed. No one could afford to have small businesses there or many to even live. The galleries all evaporated. The clubs and music venues, disappeared. In their place are now large dance clubs with electronic music. The small restaurants and bars, vanished in the haze. Now corporate America rules and runs the show with their Nike stores, and all of their symbols of affluence. No one else could afford Miami Beach, not even Crate & Barrel could afford the rents on Lincoln Road in Miami Beach.

Since everything I liked and admired about Miami Beach left, there was no other alternative for me than to leave as well…

But there are things that I do remember and that can never leave…

It is a shame, in many ways. Most of my previous Miami Beach friends have left as well. The ones that still live there complain that the City no longer cares about the permanent residents and is only concerned with the tourists and visitors. The City of Miami Beach is also quite interested in their best residents, the great hotels that line Ocean Drive, Collins Avenue and other areas. They city does not even allow Air BnB to operate and they will fine you $20,000 if they catch you renting your flat to a tourist! Hotels seem to be the only establishments to get the full attention of the city government, for in residential areas, right on Collins Avenue, construction has torn up the streets and for more than two and a half years, the city has not bothered to complete it. Why? There are no big hotels there so they want to pressure people to sell and leave so that hotels could be built there and the politicians could be happy…

But…I wonder what the Ocean actually thinks about all these atrocious aspects of progress…

In conclusion, the best and only imperishable and immutable aspects of the city of Miami Beach is the great Atlantic Ocean, the perfect climate and the bluest of skies…so glad the city’s politicians cannot change that, so I will keep those memories always…

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The Hands of God that…

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THE HANDS OF GOD THAT MOLD ME…

The hands of God that made me,
intolerant and strong,
intolerant of ignorance
and strong to fight alone,
to fight against the hatred
that's like a gathering storm,
The hands of God have made me,
The hands of God are warm...

The hands of God have made me,
as they have made the Earth,
the skies above,
the sea below,
it all came from one birth.

One birth to make all those who live,
fully understand,
the Human Race,
redeemed by grace,
is made of many forms,
of many colours, of many shapes,
with different rhythms that set the pace,
for every one to walk their path
in peace and in full knowledge,
that we are all the same,
from Heaven we came
and to love is our true calling.

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I wanted to write a poem, not a religious poem but a realistic one about the way people are treating each other. In these days I see a tremendous amount of intolerance, prejudice, hatred, bigotry and anger among people. I think it is due to ignorance and that is something that can be remedied.

I am quite angered by politicians and people who have a voice that is heard, that instead of trying to unite people what they are doing is creating more divisiveness and hatred among the varied and different groups that form our countries, communities and neighbourhoods. If these same politicians would emphasise our similarities and would attempt to facilitate our getting to know one another better, we would have a much better world.

I have also noticed that recently, here in Europe but in America as well, people are very preoccupied with climate change. I am too, but, it is not the only pressing problem facing our countries and our lives today. I find that the disintegration of our societies due to racism, intolerance, prejudices and bigotry might just finish us off much sooner than the rising seas. Of course without taking away the importance of being aware of and trying to do something about climate change.

In any event, I just wanted to say something about it and the best way I could put it was in spiritual terms, somewhat, because I do not make a very great distinction between spirituality and reality. What I mean is that you do not have to be a monk, priest, imam or rabbi to be spiritual. God is an equal opportunity employer and creator.

And I beg the pardon of those who are aetheists but being that we live in a world which mostly believes in God, in one manner or another, I will make no apologies for acknowledging that the lessons, held in the holy books, if followed, even at only 10%, can make life much better and each other much more tolerable.

What I think about aetheism is resumed in an anecdote that supposedly happened when someone asked Soviet Premier Nikita Jruschov if he believed in God and he replied saying, “I am an aetheist and God knows it.” Aetheism is a position taken, it is not a philosophy or a belief system as you cannot deny what you believe does not exist.

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La Otra Valencia…

La Otra Valencia…

Siempre los verás aunque no quieras…

Siempre…

Quizás les temes…

Quizás te veas reflejado en sus caras…

Existen tantos, hacemos el esfuerzo y no los vemos, no queremos verlos y hasta a veces nos asustan con sus miradas, nos ofende su conducta, con irritan sus insaciables deseos de pedirnos que compartamos algo nuestro con ello…

Son pordioseros, se visten con harapos, apestan y afean la belleza de nuestro entorno, nuestra ciudad tan nítida, tan limpia, tan estéril y tan llena de gente fina, bien vestida, de buen gusto, hablar y comporte, huelen a caros perfumes y nos hablan de cosas que nos interesan, que nos gustan…

He salido a la calle a verles por els nostres carrers de València…

¿Quién tiene la culpa? ¿Acaso importa? ¿Porque no hacen algo las autoridades, las iglesias, el Ajuntament o la Generalitat? De hecho hay muchas organizaciones que se ocupan y particulares también, pero el problema persiste y ellos también…

No creo que podemos progresar como seres humanos ni como un pueblo, una comunidad o una ciudad si vamos dejando atrás a tantos…

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Abstract Me…Jazz Man!

(“Compostela” acrylic on canvas, 76,20 x 101,60 cm)

I have always been an abstract painter. But I handle this, as I do other things, in this manner. For example, I take the definition of “abstraction”, of course, there are many but basically an abstraction is what is in the realm of ideas, free of representational qualities. Abstraction is something beyond what is truly there and it is less than what it represents.

This means that if I draw a perfectly naturalistic apple, then I rub off the right side and occupy that area with lots of paint of different colours and then take the stem, where perhaps a little leaf might have been and stretch it with black paint to the very top of the canvas and finally, take the other side of the apple, the right side, and paint eyes, nose and mouth on it, then paint over that, spreading and mixing the colours randomly…

What I have done is to reduce that apple that I originally started off with and turned it into an idea. I have abstracted whatever I had assimilated of the shape, colour, texture and realism of a real apple and created a work of art where an apple was abstracted and to the viewer, transformed into something else.

(“Window to the Morning” acrylic on canvas, 75x100cm)

These are some of my abstract works that I painted between 2011 and 2017 while operating Omnia Caelum Studios of Art Miami. “Compostela”, which is not a reference to the city of Santiago de Compostela in Spain, is intended to be an abstraction as well for the meaning of compostela is a field of stars. It is the sky (the field) and the stars that fill it, which you can see in the early morning, right before sunrise when you are nowhere near city lights that would drown out the brilliance in the heavens.

(“Facing the Music and Faces in the Music and Musical Faces”, acrylic on canvas)

The above set is figurative but abstract nonetheless as the figures are a mere reminder of what faces are, they are not real. Neither are the musical instruments as they represent the symbols of things with which music is made with. And how much more abstract can you get than music? WHere is the reference in a musical piece? These paintings surge from the idea of music and what it means to those of us who either make music or listen to it. For music surges as an idea in the mind of the composer, or the jazz man…

In closing I would just like to say two things: That abstract painting is one of the most difficult styles as the reference all must come from within the artist; and that I have not strayed from my “jazz-art” principles. All the works above were done in accordance to the definition of what an abstraction is…to me…and as well respecting and foloowing the rules of Jazz: Improvisation, Spontaneity and Rhythm.

(“Amanecer en Cuenca” acrylic on canvas, 50×45 cm)

Cuenca is a city in La Mancha, a province of Spain where my grandmother was from. It is in the mountains, close to forests and within the great plains of Castilla. There is no sea, there is no blue, except in the sky but there is green, browns and the colours of nature. The forest, as seen from the mountains, are like oceans in the plains and as the sun rises, the sky darkens to a solid red, leaving behind the dark of the night and making the greens and the earthly colours shine until finally everything comes to light under the brilliance of the sky, yellow by the dust from the nearby deserts giving such a colour to the light of the sun…

If you would like to see more of my work, I invite you to my online galleries, http://www.ArtPal.com/rfbravo1155 where you can see my “JaZzArt en Valencia, 2019 collection and you can follow me on Instagram: @Francisco_Bravo_Cabrera

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