The life and times of Oscar Marcos Perez-Cytron. Born Thanksgiving Day 11/22/01.
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Monday, August 02, 2004
5:24 PM posted by Oscar
Oscar is taking his siesta. We just got back from the Museo Reina Sofia. We only took on a few rooms: Juan Gris, Miro, Picasso, turn of the century Spanish Art. Oscar was very happy to see a big Calder mobile in the courtyard. There was also a very funny sculpture by a catalan artist. It was a casteller--a "castle" that is made up of young men and boys that go up at least six or seven levels. You see them at street festivals in Barcelona. Except this casteller was made up of Michelin men! At the top of a casteller, there is always a small boy. He's called the anxeneta and is the youngest. Later as he gets older, he'll work his way down to the bottom of the castle. In this case, the axeneta was an inflatable white gorilla with angel wings. At the bottom scrooge mcduck heads were looking on and there was a fountain and a strange poem. We need to ponder it a bit more.
For some reason, seeing Guernica this time really shook me. Maybe it is because there is a war going on, but more likely, it is because Oscar was with me. We looked at all of the sketches that contributed to the painting. Seeing each little part out of context makes the bigger piece more meaningful--the horse, the interrogation light, the mishapen hands and feet, the bull, the horse, the anguished faces. The woman with the dead child is particularly haunting. As a whole, it evokes the feeling of fear, of war, of chaos. We talked about it a little. How there are no colors, just black and white and gray. That must be what war is like. All of the joy and beauty sucked away. Es fuerte.
The Miros were much lighter, though there are lots of dark and disturbing motifs there, if you look for them. Oscar liked identifying the birds and stars and moons.
We had lunch and talked about all of the different people we know who are artists and in the end decided that everyone we know is an artist in some way.
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