Salvador Albanell


    • Male
    • Collage
    • Abstract expressionist
    • Painter
    • Drawer

    About the artist

    (automatic translation)

    I would like to continue with this history of art, but I cannot overcome the difficulty posed by filter that exclusively belongs to him for the simple reason that seek the independence of what is, strictly speaking, is not not have sense, is that nothing is threaded without contagion.

    Have told of that thing as tortuous as taste; in what to my concerns it is indefinite and indefinable; is basically that, in a more or less controlled chain of decisions, will develop what then a specific discourse will result. Fuck, or in silver and without reaching the prehistory, which I have already mentioned: I put this or any other color, continue on this road, I detour, modify what I don't like, or better, painfully to lucho that suggested State …

    right now I fall into that realize an idea satisfies us enormously why complies with the illusion that we have been able to develop a clean truth, like a boletus who is in the middle of the forest, stumble because now in the same deception, using the biased license to believe that he can with impunity to detach a part of a whole and then determine its purity in some sense by the simple fact that obeys certain rules, this makes us happy because it reveals an affordable reality and convince us or should be in each particular time and for this serves and suffices.

    Ideas are as mad particles that bounce off the walls of my brain and tireless reviewed all corners. This spin system inhabiting me quickly absorbs any bright idea, razed by the morass of some infinite and inscrutable agencies.

    Is the art.