Watercolor, acrylic with airbrush and oil on paper.
Painted surface 57 x 88 cm (22.44 x 34.64 in ) in a format of 70 x 100 cm (27.55 x 39.37 in)
Year of realization 2015.
Signed at the bottom right side of the piece.
Work done for the third book of Malefic Time trilogy, Akelarre. Published inside the autor's book, page 36-37-38. Edited in several languages and distribuited internationally.
Awesome and almost wild. Shocking in color and depth. Large piece where you can be able to admire the exceptional detail hidden in this piece.
Interesting mix where religion and fantasy come together. A magical space where you can breathe energy and pure beauty. Exquisite edition work of large format aimed to collectors.
Painting has always seemed torn between an inward and an outward gaze: between vision and perception, between our dreams and the concrete, highly politicized conditions framing our comprehension of the world and what it might become. Today is no diﬀerent. After a period in which the medium has been dominated by process-based abstraction, the ﬁgure – and representation with it – is ascendant again. But, if the 1990s and 2000s saw artists such as John Currin distorting classical form while others, following Gerhard Richter, mimicked photography, today’s figuration displays a distinctly different character. Gone, for the most part, are the echoes of old masters; gone, too, are the blurs of photorealism. What takes their place, instead, is a highly idiosyncratic approach ﬁltered through pronounced aﬀect, comic-book and sci-ﬁ aesthetics, dreamy narratives and an eagerness to engage with our political moment without forfeiting the sensuousness of the medium.
David Geers (Sotheby's)
"It is a lofty church with frescos decorating the ceilings. It takes me an instant to work out where I am. I have seen it in books. They call it the Sistine Chapel. Before me, a huge fresco on the wall behind the altar, a huge canvas of a wall, shows me the Final Judgement. He is by my side. His voice alters the rhythm of my heartbeat. I still want to hate him but at the same time I realize that it was always the voice of my solace. Feelings surface, once more.
“A master’s hands, Luz,” he starts to say slowly, “painted these pictures. A master that gave form to God instead of men and saints. He defied and ridiculed the Church when he was at the height of his power.”
He points to a figure with an outstretched arm.
“That’s you, the woman with the white headdress ascending in defiance of the implacable, choleric creatures of the Sun. Look at the proportions of the creatures in this painting. Look at their powerful Irkalla warrior anatomies, on both the upper and lower levels. How did he manage to deceive the Church by portraying them as fishermen, preachers and sinners? Regard your elevation. Notice how some of the figures observe your decision full of hope. Here, on this wall, the events that we witnessed are immortalized, painted in the past by an expert artist… And I had to prepare you for it. Whatever I sacrificed in the attempt, whatever image you have of me owing to the decisions that I took regarding you, it is the price that I promised to pay. If I have earned your hatred, resentment or contempt, I accept it."
Malefic Time, Akelarre.