El Toro de Bodo ’04

(“El Toro de Bodo ’04” creación digital sobre tela Omnia Caelum Valencia)
Allá donde el recuerdo se pierde entre memorias
que a veces ya no tienen sentido ni razón,
Allá donde las fotos te ayudan a acordarte,
que lo que fuiste ha sido sin mucho corazón...

Bebí el anís amargo, la hiel enfurecida,
que no permite rabia, que solo deja ardor,
ardiendo bajo el sol en las tinieblas,
sin saber ser bien tomarlas, las riendas del amor...

Ser toro es la venganza, la rabia encarnecida,
sin la musculatura ni punzón de alacrán,
con un pañuelo blanco, marqué mi despedida,
el amor, la partida, se pueden, se podrán...

C.2019 (Derechos Reservados)

Foto del cuadro “El Toro de Bodo ’04” es propiedad de FBC

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JaZzArt en RuZaFa 2019

Pen and Ink drawing on paper, 28x35cm

Now it is all JaZzArt en Valencia as well as Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia.

Ruzafa/Russafa is a neighbourhood of Valencia. It’s quite a lovely place with many corner cafes, nice little shops, great restaurants and many, many artists…

This is now my favourite place to exhibit as well as to create. Here I have created the “JaZzArt en Valencia” collection for 2019. However, what I have called “Jazz Art” started long before, when Omnia Caelum Studios was in Miami Beach, Florida…

Here are some of the paintings of the present Valencia collection…

As well as some of the paintings of previous “JazzArt” collections…

And these are the black and white, pencil and ink drawings of the JazzArt collections throughout the years…

So, we left behind Omnia Caelum Studios Miami, we looked forward to Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia. Miami was a wonderful experience where I created much of my collection but I missed life in Europe…

A Miami Beach sunset as seen through the window of Omnia Caelum Studios Miami, 2018 (Photograph property of FBC)

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Roach Clip

(“Woman in Black & White” Omnia Caelum Studios Miami, in private collection)


Well, I wanted to try to merge some rhythms with some of my images, photographs and digitally enhanced and manipulated photographs of my drawings and paintings from the days of BODO and Omnia Caelum Studios Miami…

I hope you like it:

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Cienfuegos, Cuba…

Cienfuegos is known in Cuba…the pre-Castro Cuba, who knows now…as the “Pearl of the South'” and for very good reasons. Situated in the southern, Caribbean coast, somewhat near the center of the island, Cienfuegos has one of the most beautiful bays among other natural wonders.

It is a small city, but a very well constructed and organised one. It was founded by French immigrants from Bordeaux in 1829 and with its streets laid out in a perfect grid pattern and French style buildings, it became unique in Spanish Cuba. The French, in appreciation for being welcomed gave the city the name of the Spanish Captain General of the island, thus the name Cienfuegos, (which if you separate the words, cien and fuegos, it means one hundred fires).

Of course, since the Castro inspired revolution, which he betrayed and turned the country over to the USSR and destroyed Cuba, Cienfuegos has suffered along with the rest of the island, however, because it is a much more recent city, its buildings and streets still fare rather well. The buildings are still standing strong but without paint, as paint is a commodity…among so many…that in Cuba no one can find. Very few things have changed in Cienfuegos since the 1950’s when the city expanded and created beautiful suburbs. A major negative has been that many of the big, roomy houses in the centre ville, have been cut up, or second stories have been added for people to live because the communists have not built houses for the people.

One of the most famous suburbs in Cienfuegos is Punta Gorda. It is a thin strip of land that juts out into the bay, water on both sides, where beautiful communities of chalets and houses were built by developers in the forties and fifties. At the end of the thin strip of land is the de Valle palace (once a private residence, now a hall for the events and parties of the communist fat cats high in the government). There is also the hotel Jagua at the end of the strip, which has a very nice waterfront with bars and lounges as well as a small jazz club, (the hotel was built in 1958, of course, prior to the revolution which destroyed Cuba). Presently none of these amenities…or even the hotel…are for the enjoyment of the Cuban population, they are meant for the Canadians and Europeans who regularly come to the island.

But, why say more…enjoy the video. I visited in 2015 and 2016 and these are some of the memories I was able to capture. Personally, I find Cienfuegos, along with many things and places in Cuba to be jewels to be enjoyed and visited. However, I do not advocate travel to the island. I am convinced that doing so only fills the coffers of the communist government with hard currency and benefits not the population. You simply help to perpetrate the governments existence and the people’s suffering.

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Darkness Sublime

Something that I had a lot of fun doing back in the early 2000’s with my band AJA (Abstract JaZz Arrangement)

“Darkness Sublime” by BODO and AJA

“I met the lady dancing at the neighbourhood pub, man she was a pretty sight, she showed me all the moves that I could ever dream of and then she took me home for the night…”

This is the opening line of a song that I think I wrote in 2004 or 2005, I am not so sure. I probably have the manuscript somewhere but in any event, it narrates the origins and creation of Bodo Vespaciano and AJA. That “night” which lasted for a long time, allowed BODO to come forth as a personality.

I should explain that BODO was my trademark…and sometimes my identity…for many years but…

BODO surged from a dream and a nightmare but most certainly from reality. But not necessarily the name which came from one of my favourite footballers of the eighties, Bodo Illgner, the German Goal Keeper who played with the West German team in the World Cup 1990 and who also played for Real Madrid. So there is no mystery there. Vespaciano comes from the name of a Roman Emperor. Nothing there either. Then what?

Well, creating a company name that can also function as an alter-ego is something that can create confusion but…with that intention at times…that was not what I intended to do. With BODO around I was able to begin my body of work, of paintings and drawings, back in 2003. BODO was capable of reliving dreams and situations perhaps created back ten years before when I wrote a musical theatre comedy in Miami and such a time left many memories and from such an effort I also gained many unique experiences and the result has been many vivid visions. I know its confusing but…

Listen to the song, watch the video that way, instead of so many words, the song will explain most everything there is to know of the BODO VESPACIANO mystery…

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“Bodo Vespaciano” Paris


“A ti, Para que te Cagues en el Profe que te Impone la Rima”

Hoy pensé en como definen, los supuestos “poetas,” al arte de la poesía. Me vino a la mente, pues tengo un querido amigo del alma y de toda la vida, que dice que la poesía es algo dificilísimo y que toma largas décadas de, lo que el llama aprendizaje…y yo un suplicio…para poder escribir como lo hacían, con tanta arte, los poetas griegos, romanos, los clásicos y luego los renacentistas, los italianos e hispanos, después los románticos, británicos, franceses y alemanes. La poesía, como expresión artística, creen los que piensan como el, es una expresión culta y burguesa, regida por inmutables reglas y los poetas tienen que obedecerlas como un monje trapista a su Abad Superior y además, están las escuelas y las influencias de las épocas que surgen y desaparecen, ad nauseum, a través de los años…

Y yo digo ¡pamplinas! ¡Al carajo con tanto rigor y con tantas limitaciones! La poesía no es propiedad de los educados y cultos, ni de los profesores, ni de las academias. El poeta es el guerrillero popular y el poema es su arma…el arma del pueblo. Se tiene que escribir con la boca de los miserables y con su mal aliento y el sudor del obrero. Su rima es la que hace bailar al duende que entretiene a los analfabetos, total, si la cosa es bailar, que bailé el erudito y el docente, tirios y troyanos.

La poesía tiene que permanecer patrimonio del pueblo pues es expresión popular y por necesidad, tiene que estar al alcance de todos. No es ejercicio académico, ni tampoco la doncella huesuda que estimula la masturbación mental de intelectuales pringaos. Al contrario, la poesía es el tío musculoso que juega fútbol descalzo en la calle, no el afeminado enfermizo, que alzando el dedito meñique, se lleva a sus labios blancos y pálidos, la tácita de te a las cinco. El poeta no puede hablar como habla esa gente, ¡jamás! Tiene, obligadamente, que hablar con el acento del pueblo, con las simples palabras que entendiéndolas igual el lechero o el alcalde, penetran en el corazón de todos por igual.

¡Que reglas ni leyes ni pentámetros iambicos ni ninguna de estas limitaciones académicas! ¡Por eso es que nadie lee! Los pálidos peces que nadan por los pasillos mustios y oscuros de las universidades, los que creen controlar y con formas burguesas se disponen a relatar lo que creen son emociones y sentimientos, no quieren que el pueblo comparta esta expresión artística, por eso resulta que sólo escriben idioteces que entre ellos comparten y luego se dan mucha coba, los unos a los otros, pensandose bohemios y locos. ¡Que burda manera de glorificar el alto valor del aburrimiento!

¡La poesía es del pueblo! ¡No tiene ni reglas ni estilo! Y sobre todo, para escribir un poema no hay que saber nada en particular, sólo hay que expresarse…y que no me digan que para derrumbar las reglas académicas que inventaron para la poesía hay que primero saber construir con ellas porque eso no tiene sentido. Quizá la música, que tiene una métrica calculada con precisión matemática…y no, ¡tampoco! Los grandes del jazz han demostrado que la música tampoco se limita a las rigideces del estilo, ni tiene que tener compás ni siquiera melodía y que sepan los apóstoles del academicismo que muchos de los genios del jazz jamás fueron a escuela de música alguna y muchos ni sabían…como el mismo genio, creador del jazz moderno, Luis Armstrong…leer un pentagrama, pero ese detallé no le hizo menos genio ni menos músico.

La poesía carga su rima, pero la rima es la crónica de los ritmos del pueblo que no siempre marchan con el mismo compás. El tambor, que nos hace reír o nos hace llorar, no se toca para crear un solo ritmo y la melodía, por ejemplo, del cante jondo, no se interpreta contando sus notas…el ritmo popular es vulgar y chancletero, impetuoso y espontáneo, pues por más que queramos seguir ordenadamente nuestros esquemas y planes, la vida se impone y tenemos que saber improvisar…como lo hace el jazista o el buen poeta.

Espero que todos los poetas, los que realmente comprenden que el arte es como la naturaleza y no la imitación de ella, se aparten de las palabras arcaicas y rebuscadas y de las estructuras métricas y del contar las sílabas de los versos y estrofas…es más, yo diría que ni la puntuación es necesaria…pues, al hablar, uno no usa ni puntos ni comas, así que al poetizar, quizá no debe uno hacerlo tampoco.

Ancients and Moderns

Ancients and Moderns

From Egypt come some of our most sacred and profound beliefs…many lives have been lived by the shores of the Nile and many spirits still linger who once, as humans, walked those shores…their belief, devotion and cult to Isis still guides them to this day…sometimes you may even dream, perhaps only in fragments, of your life in the ancient valley of the great Nile…you might even see visions of the great God who dies and rises again…the myths and the legends which later became Christianity…