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Cabayol The precise look
Amb the pas dels anys the melancholy emerges, over the years we Diminuir ferocity, you could say that we win the time of large wrinkles busy roads and tiralínies drawn with shadows, and we know what are the ways that s 'fill dust erase our footprints.
today while spreading your clothes, I found the scent of my flowers removed the head between the railings of the balcony to greet the neighbors and people passing in the street. The flowers are like artists, they make us enjoy the beauty that exhale, unlike the rest of us mortals were nurturing a way that does not erase the traces they leave behind.
My geraniums are red odor memories of this absence, that of my mother's paintings Josep Maria Cabayol smell of a cultivated life in the world of art of painting since a teenager, the unassailable worth of her paintings will grow with the passage of time does not erase its passage by the peoples of the Mediterranean and Ibiza and Chefchaouen.
Cabayol boxes are a look of geometric precision in buildings and streets of towns that rise under a blue sky, not a fleeting glance at the panorama of a landscape, her art project the Chefchaouen light, the smell, are steeped in history, old stories that still trastegen in memory of Muslims as know the story: the sum of the memory of one and other.
The compositions of this fruit painter reveal our tired eyes and watch us with a shade of confidence, his painting is calling us, we awake and we dream spreads against realism full of shades of colors that never seems to die . The pumpkins, lemons, MANGRANA are chosen by a painter with a taste for the wealth of shapes, textures and effects produced by light reflections and transparencies, but all this talk about it later in another article, now I have a stall and enjoy the paintings hanging in this writing.
ITALIAN
gaze precise Josep Maria Cabayol
Over the years, the melancholy emerged, over the years, the ferocity diminishes us, we could say that we gain with the passage of time fed by wrinkles wide paths and shadows drawn with a ruler, and we already know what they have in the streets, are filled with dust clears our fingerprints.
today while hanging laundry, I got the scent of my flowers that pull his head out between the grates of the balcony to greet the neighbors and people walking down the street. The flowers are like artists, they make us enjoy the beauty that emanates, unlike the rest of the death, feeding on a path that does not erase the footprints they leave behind.
My red geraniums scent of memories of this absence, that of my mother's paintings Josep Maria Cabayol scent of a cultivated life in the art of painting since he was young, the undeniable value of its paintings will grow with the passage of time will not erase his past related to the Mediterranean countries as Xauen and Eivissa (Ibiza).
Cabayol's paintings have a look of geometric precision to the buildings and streets of towns that rise in the morning under a blue sky, it is not a fleeting glance at the panorama of a landscape, her art project Xauen light, its smell, are embedded in history, old stories that still are present in the memories of Muslims, and we know what the story means the sum of the memory of one and other.
The compositions of this painter of fruits open our tired eyes and look at us with a basis of trust, its pintura calls us, we wake up from dreams and falls against a realism full of shades of colors that seem to never want to die . The pumpkins, lemons, pomegranates are chosen by an artist who likes the richness of forms, shades and effects produced by light reflections on and transparency, however, everything will be discussed later, in another article, now I fermarmi goder qui e dei quadri che questo scritto append her.
CASTILIAN
The precise look of Josep Maria Cabayol
Over time it appears the melancholy, with the passage of time diminishes the ferocity us, you could say we won over the years, nourished by large wrinkles and shadows paths drawn with the drawing pen, and we know what they have roads that are filled with dust clears our steps.
Today while I was hanging clothes, I have received the scent of my flowers poke their heads through the bars of the balcony to greet neighbors and people passing through the street. The flowers are like artists, they make us enjoy the beauty that breathe, unlike other mortals, will nurture a path that does not cancel the footprints are left behind.
red geraniums smell my memories of a present absence, my mother, pictures of Josep Maria Cabayol smell of a cultivated life in the world of art since young, the unassailable value of the paintings will grow with the passage of a time will not erase its passage through the Mediterranean peoples as Chefchaouen and Ibiza.
Cabayol boxes are a geometric precision look to the buildings and streets of people who get up under a blue sky, not a glance at the panorama of a landscape, her art project the light of Chefchaouen, their color, are steeped in history, old stories that have dishes in the memory of the Muslims and we know what is the story: the amount of memory ones and others.
fruit compositions of his paintings opened our eyes tired and we look with a touch of confidence, his painting is calling us, waking dreams and plunges us into a nuanced realistic colors that seem to never die. Pumpkins, lemons, pomegranates are elected by a painter who loves the wealth of shapes, textures and effects produced by light reflections and transparencies, but all of this and hablaré more thereafter, in another article, quisiera hacer ahora a gozar paradita and the tables that cuelgo in this writing.
TEXT: MERCEDES LÁZARO
PAINTING: Josep Maria CABAYOL
today while hanging laundry, I got the scent of my flowers that pull his head out between the grates of the balcony to greet the neighbors and people walking down the street. The flowers are like artists, they make us enjoy the beauty that emanates, unlike the rest of the death, feeding on a path that does not erase the footprints they leave behind.
My red geraniums scent of memories of this absence, that of my mother's paintings Josep Maria Cabayol scent of a cultivated life in the art of painting since he was young, the undeniable value of its paintings will grow with the passage of time will not erase his past related to the Mediterranean countries as Xauen and Eivissa (Ibiza).
Cabayol's paintings have a look of geometric precision to the buildings and streets of towns that rise in the morning under a blue sky, it is not a fleeting glance at the panorama of a landscape, her art project Xauen light, its smell, are embedded in history, old stories that still are present in the memories of Muslims, and we know what the story means the sum of the memory of one and other.
The compositions of this painter of fruits open our tired eyes and look at us with a basis of trust, its pintura calls us, we wake up from dreams and falls against a realism full of shades of colors that seem to never want to die . The pumpkins, lemons, pomegranates are chosen by an artist who likes the richness of forms, shades and effects produced by light reflections on and transparency, however, everything will be discussed later, in another article, now I fermarmi goder qui e dei quadri che questo scritto append her.
CASTILIAN
The precise look of Josep Maria Cabayol
Over time it appears the melancholy, with the passage of time diminishes the ferocity us, you could say we won over the years, nourished by large wrinkles and shadows paths drawn with the drawing pen, and we know what they have roads that are filled with dust clears our steps.
Today while I was hanging clothes, I have received the scent of my flowers poke their heads through the bars of the balcony to greet neighbors and people passing through the street. The flowers are like artists, they make us enjoy the beauty that breathe, unlike other mortals, will nurture a path that does not cancel the footprints are left behind.
red geraniums smell my memories of a present absence, my mother, pictures of Josep Maria Cabayol smell of a cultivated life in the world of art since young, the unassailable value of the paintings will grow with the passage of a time will not erase its passage through the Mediterranean peoples as Chefchaouen and Ibiza.
Cabayol boxes are a geometric precision look to the buildings and streets of people who get up under a blue sky, not a glance at the panorama of a landscape, her art project the light of Chefchaouen, their color, are steeped in history, old stories that have dishes in the memory of the Muslims and we know what is the story: the amount of memory ones and others.
fruit compositions of his paintings opened our eyes tired and we look with a touch of confidence, his painting is calling us, waking dreams and plunges us into a nuanced realistic colors that seem to never die. Pumpkins, lemons, pomegranates are elected by a painter who loves the wealth of shapes, textures and effects produced by light reflections and transparencies, but all of this and hablaré more thereafter, in another article, quisiera hacer ahora a gozar paradita and the tables that cuelgo in this writing.
TEXT: MERCEDES LÁZARO
PAINTING: Josep Maria CABAYOL
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