joao espada and charlie hard @work?
welcome to the 4th festival med exhibition an intervention in the street, for the past 3 years artists have worked on canvas.....time for a change....you may have seen painted cows...bears...dolfins....sheep....all made of fibreglass....this year here in loule we have doors....yes doors....made from wood??....each artist has been given one half of a double door and the name of a country....which they have been asked to interpret in any way...each artist is unaware of who or what is being done to the other half of the door.....even i have forgotten who is doing what....the doors and names where given at random...the idea being to mix countries and culture in the streets of the festival...music is a universal language as is art..........i think that you can see from the results some very intriguing meetings of ideas have been thrown up.....from bettys snow footprint in finland and the almost snowlike landscape in carloses australian landscape.......brigitte actually went to egypt on holiday... i had no idea at the time.......dre had russia...Fantasy Folklore Russian Vasilisa.....tells the story of a girl and the witch of the forest who lives in a house supported on chicken legs.....an imaginary world of fantastic and grotesque characters, dolls from wood with life, and skull knights........ with gustavo in cuba with the population having no freedom bound in ropes....paulas italian neopoltan stripes collides with vitangas usa.....greece by aderita stands next to pessoa by joao espada....claudia looks at the spanish poet cervantes whilst melita languishes in cape verde.........alex tells a story about africa on both sides of the door whilst marianna has created chaos in mexico....teresa has taken the traditional jewish headgear ....joao has just returned from brazil in real life...raul enjoyed the textures of the door so much he retrained them and added some leaves....under peters door are some tango dancers now oblterated with the argentine national anthemn...in chalk...you can rub it off but the text remains in your memory....when the show is over he intends to write a poem every week on the door whilst it hangs in his garden....joel is in la belle france whilst jess is grappling with turkish wrestlers.....for my part im in maroc a spiritual home.....
curated by joao espada and charlie holt
to see the catalogue clik below...then clik on the page top left to open the catalogue
if you have photos or videos from this years festival which include the doors please send to charlieholtart@rocketmail.com
if you would like to know about the artists then please make contact..
"Some people spend their entire lives reading but never get beyond reading the words on the page, they don't understand that the words are merely stepping stones placed across a fast-flowing river, and the reason they're there is so that we can reach the farther shore, it's the other side that matters.” José Saramago
from dave gibbs
INEVITABILITY
Lucky is the tree that’s barely sentient,
and even more the unfeeling flinty rock,... See more
because there is no pain like that of living,
nor greater grief than that of sentient life.
To be, know nothing, and not know where we’re going,
with the fear of past and future terrors…
And the shocking certainty of being dead tomorrow,
and to suffer through this life and through its shadows
and all the things we know not and cannot imagine,
and the flesh groping with its nascent inflorescences,
and the tomb that waits with floral tributes,
and not knowing where we’re going,
or where we’ve come from!…
Rubén Darío
(my translation)
Saramago will be cremated at Lisbon's Alto de Sao Joao cemetery at noon on Sunday June 20, after which his ashes will be divided.
Half will be taken to his native village of Azinhaga and the rest will be placed at the foot of an olive tree in the garden of his Lanzarote home, where he spent the last 17 years of his life.
The olive tree.........
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3ldSLYnECc bocklin...the isle of the dead.........
Böcklin himself provided no public explanation as to the meaning of the painting, though he did describe it as “a dream picture: it must produce such a stillness that one would be awed by a knock on the door.......