Note on the 1990's
When Picasso was in his 60's or 70's someone asked him a question that carried inside an insinuation into that the ephemeral validity of his art as was something pertaining to the past. Picasso's answer was that his art changed over the decades, becoming a mirror or an expression of the changing times. Thus his art was always of the present and of the current affairs of the world.
Here is the logical consequence of Picasso's attitude. An artist's style has to change several times over a curse of a lifetime if it's going to reflect the technological, scientific and cultural changes in the world over time.
When I started painting in the late 1980s and early 1990's there were no such things as the internet, Google maps, Facebook, etc. I discovered email in 1996 through a Canadian girlfriend that was in Havana thanks to an international exchange student program between the University of Havana and some university in Vancouver. When she went back to Canada she showed me the use of email. I had to go once or twice the week to one of the buildings the University of Havana's campus to have access to a boxy computer screen to write some letters. Then come back a few days after to see her answer.
Predictable, my art of those times was visceral, charged with emotion and intense colors. Each painting a scream into the void of isolation and the frustration of being trapped in an island.
These days communication is only a step away from a terminal. We still don't communicate much but at least the barriers of isolation and in-communication are over. Money, rather than technology is the measuring gauge of communication. As well as the desire of communicating.
Oil on canvas. Collection of ClubMed Varadero, Havana, Cuba. 1990"s
Here is the logical consequence of Picasso's attitude. An artist's style has to change several times over a curse of a lifetime if it's going to reflect the technological, scientific and cultural changes in the world over time.
When I started painting in the late 1980s and early 1990's there were no such things as the internet, Google maps, Facebook, etc. I discovered email in 1996 through a Canadian girlfriend that was in Havana thanks to an international exchange student program between the University of Havana and some university in Vancouver. When she went back to Canada she showed me the use of email. I had to go once or twice the week to one of the buildings the University of Havana's campus to have access to a boxy computer screen to write some letters. Then come back a few days after to see her answer.
Predictable, my art of those times was visceral, charged with emotion and intense colors. Each painting a scream into the void of isolation and the frustration of being trapped in an island.
These days communication is only a step away from a terminal. We still don't communicate much but at least the barriers of isolation and in-communication are over. Money, rather than technology is the measuring gauge of communication. As well as the desire of communicating.
Oil on canvas. Collection of ClubMed Varadero, Havana, Cuba. 1990"s