YUCCA art magazine issue #7
TO THE READER “Everything you can imagine is real.” Pablo Picasso
Between the lines: Somewhere between heaven and earth on a floating island in the middle of the clouds, El woke up from a long dream. He stretched his arms out and yawned with pleasure. El looked out at the clouds floating past. Today, just like the past 56,456 days, there was nothing interesting around. His island floated, surrounded by the diffuse light of the sun through the fine mist of cloud. Sometimes the sun blew the clouds away and El could enjoy the warm sun on his face, but not today. Today a cold wind was blowing through the fabric of his clothes. When El first arrived on the floating island the winter winds had chilled him to the bone and left him shivering. After a few decades however, the overwhelming loneliness had pushed physical discomfort from his consciousness. El looked down at the grass. “Maybe today”. The phrase was also a mantra at this point, he had uttered it so many times. El suddenly stopped. Between the stingy green blades and the sheen of ice, he noticed something. Something different. Something he had not seen for over a century. El knelt down and examined the plant. A thin stalk and two beautiful lime-colored leafs sprouted from the thin grass, a small bulb crowned the stalk. He extended his hands toward the plant. It was warm. “Is this a sun?” El asked. As always, there was no answer, just the cold howl of the wind. Still though, El felt as if something had changed within him. His dreams were now filled with aspirations he had never held before. He began to think of having more than his little island held. As his dreams continued, they turned from hope to anxiety. El began to wonder if the dreams would dash his hopes and remind him of the first years of desperate loneliness and longing for the time before.
For the next 49 days, El did not move from the flower. He did not sleep, he did not eat. His eye drooped, his body ached, but he still did not sleep. El was terrified of waking without the flower being there. Instead, El sheltered the flower with his body, nurtured it as best he could. The flower grew taller and stronger and more beautiful every day. In the third month of his vigil during a full moon and a cloudless night, El laid down and stared into the infinite sky, counting the stars blinking down at him. As El stared out into the depths of the sky, he felt a warm glow surrounding him. He looked down at his hand and saw it was red, but not a sunburn red, it was reflecting red light. El pulled himself up from the grass and as he turned toward his flower he saw it was blooming, the most beautiful red flower he had ever seen. The petals were a vibrant rich red, and shimmered as if on fire. “What are you?” he asked. El wasn’t sure what he expected, but the plant did not answer. El stared in a bemused trance, time lost itself as he stared at the bloom. “Hey, how are you?” “I’m fine.” El responded, without turning; without even realizing he was speaking with someone. “It’s so lonely here. Can you show me your flower?” El started, realizing someone was speaking to him. He turned and saw another island slowly floating past, on it sat Le. Her dark hair created a beautiful crown around her porcelain white face. “How long do we have?” El asked. “A few minutes. I hope this will happen again.” “I know it will. Somehow, as soon as I saw this flower I knew there was hope.” “Is there hope? I don’t even know anymore.” Le murmured as she covered her face with her hands. El knew what he needed to do. He kneeled to the flower, gently putting his hands around it and closing them around. “Please give her what I have.” He intoned to the flower. The flower popped out of its stem with no trace of a cut. The flower appeared to be a different entity altogether from the stem. He walked to the edge of his island and opened his hands. The flower drifted away from him, spun a few times in the air, and landed right in front of Le. Le opened her eyes, saw the flower and started to cry. “It so warm.” She said “I’ve never felt anything like this at all.” “Now you have it.” Said El, as they floated past each other.
CON TEN TS
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CInta Vidal
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Mike Winkelmann
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Jon Juarez
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Bernhard Lang
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Tom Haugomat
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Kylli Sparre
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Cyril Rolando
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CINTA VIDAL www.cintapinta.com
Gravitant/ MISCELANEA exhibition. April 2015. With this work, the artist wants to show that we live in one world, but we live in it in very different ways, playing with everyday objects and spaces, placed in impossible ways to express that many times, the inner dimension of each one of us does not match the mental structures of those around us. The architectural space, day-to-day objects, are part of a metaphor of how difficult is to fit everything that shapes our daily space: our relationships, work, ambitions and dreams... The technique that Cinta uses helps the viewer to recognise the quotidian space that we all inhabit, assisting them to understand the ordered maze that is this proposal. The exhibition is completed by three mirrors that the viewer can use to discover the hidden worlds in each work. (A mirror placed horizontally inverts reality). “Gravitant� is a living exhibition: the paintings will be rotated each week, showing all possible orientations, giving the opportunity to each sub-world to be the protagonist.
MIKE WINKELMANN www.beeple-crap.com
Beeple is Mike Winkelmann. A graphic designer from Appleton, Wisconsin, USA. His short films have screened at onedotzero, Prix Ars Electronica, the Sydney Biennale, Ann Arbor Film Festival and many others. He has also released a series of Creative Commons live visuals that have been used by electronic acts such as deadmau5, Skrillex, Avicii, Zedd, Taio Cruz, TiÍsto, Amon Tobin, Wolfgang Gartner, and Flying Lotus and many others. He currently releases work on Flying Lotus’ Brainfeeder imprint.
JON JUAREZ www.harriorrihar.prosite.com
JON JUAREZ 1983 I wasn’t raised by wolfs... but it would have been nice. The pens and pencils brought me back to the civilization, it crashed to me. And by vengeance, I give it words, scrawls and disorder. Now, I will write and draw until graphite and ink give me back my wildness.
BERNHARD LANG www.bernhardlang.de
Aerial Views „Bernhard Lang’s photos are proof that, when viewed from above, we are the weirdest intruders on planet earth. The human figures in his photos seem almost unreal, like colorful playmobils with no sense of their own existence. His aerial views show the triumph of mankind in a natural environment that both scares and amazes. Standing somewhere between the earth and the sky, his work is an act of liberation; a colorful celebration of life in its most... “(Apostolos Mitsios, Yatzer.com) web
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TOM HAUGOMAT www.tomhaugomat.tumblr.com
KYLLI SPARRE www.sparrek.org
CYRIL ROLANDO www.cyrilrolando.tumblr.com
My name is Cyril Rolando. I am 30 and I work as psychologist in the southern France. As known as «Aquasixio», I draw digitally since 2004, only with photoshop and a graphic tablet. I work on the emotions, I like to tell stories with my artworks. My universe is inspired from Tim Burton and Hayao Miyazaki’s works.
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