CATALAN
painting embraces the true emotions that the artist has paintings inside conforming lord in art galleries, public buildings and the homes of people who enjoy a refined taste. The boxes smell of reality imposed on another reality, our vision. At the foot of a canvas can enjoy the landscape of a people, we dream despertos, we discovered that one country spreads on lucerne and wheat fields, we travel in time and hear a child crying, or in the case painting master Cabayol, hear the waves grow and cultivate saltwater snails.
light and colors of a painting marking the hours of a day that is not indicated on our schedules and our calendars, a day that our digital clock has not had in our lives, but in the artist.
About a sky-blue background, we stumble to the Catalan artist Josep Maria Cabayol, talk about it is that pictures descrobeixen popular architecture of the Mediterranean, is about a life dedicated to the art of painting, realism, white and blue, the whiteness of the houses crammed of Chefchaouen, the narrow streets of villages where a scorching sun and hide round residents in the hottest hours.
'll discover little by little through this blog that has been the virtual world with the same enthusiasm as they do when children are expelled from the womb of the mother, the paintings of this artist who speaks Catalan, English, English and French but I talked to him when I've done in Catalan, and sometimes throw some words in English.
This blog is that I am weaving a kind of art gallery, now is only an official statement of my introduction into the world of painting as a spectator who wants to learn and enjoy the pleasure we quen offers art, this represents a leap in my life at a time that I dream in different languages \u200b\u200band when old, very old very last hope to yawn with the sigh of a woman who was clinging to life as my mother has not done so with the force that gives us a desired life, a life that I live and enjoy trying to fit to fit the blue sky.
ITALIANO
riunisce La pittura che tutte le emozioni Fedeli di inside the artist know, Dando shaped quadri che nelle Fann Galleries of art and Signori, Palazzo Pubblico, e delle persone che le case Godon of buon gusto. I quadri di realtà profumano impost sopra Un'altra realtà, our vision. At the foot of a canvas can enjoy the landscape of a country, we may dream awake, we can discover a country that spreads sunshine on the fields of grain, we can travel through time and hear a baby crying, or as in the case of the master Cabayol, feel the waves of the sea, we grow and grow shells in salted water.
The light and colors of a painting marking the hours of a day that has not been reported in our diaries and even in our calendars, a day that our clock has not taken into account in our lives, however, in the life of 'artist.
On a blue sky we stumble with the Catalan artist Josep Maria Cabayol, let him talk about is that we discover the architecture teles People of the Mediterranean, and speaks of a life devoted to painting, realism, of white and blue, the blue whiteness of the houses ammuchiate de Xauen in Morocco, the narrow streets of villages where a burning sun and hide round the inhabitants during the hottest hours.
Floor discover through this blog, which has come to the virtual world with the same illusion that the babies when they are expelled from the womb of the mother, the paintings of this artist who speaks Catalan, English, French and English but I when I spoke with him I have always done in Catalan, and occasionally throws a few phrases in English.
This blog that I'm sewing with words is a kind of art gallery, now is only a statement of my introduction to the world of painting as a spectator who wants to learn and enjoy the pleasure that art gives us, this implies a jump in my life at a time when I can dream in different languages, and it is old, very very old I hope to stop breathing the sigh of a woman who is clinging to life as my mother has not been able to do with the strength that gives us a desired life, a life that I want to live and enjoy watching the sky blue in the face.
CASTELLANO En Castellano sobre todo para mis amigas y Adina Claudia que quieren aprender "English". La pintura
reunite todas las Emociones the artist has within himself shaping tables Lady in the art galleries, public buildings and homes of people who enjoy a refined taste. The pictures actually smell another reality imposed upon our vision. At the foot of a canvas can enjoy the scenery of a people, we daydream, we discover a country that spreads sunshine on the cornfields, we can travel back in time and hear a crying child, or as in her case Cabayol master painting, feeling the waves of the sea where they grow and grow salt-water snails.
light and colors of a painting marking the hours in a day that is not indicated in our agendas and our calendars, a day that our digital clock has not had in our lives but in the artist.
On a blue sky background, we stumbled into the Catalan artist Josep Maria Cabayol, talking about it is to talk about films we find the traditional architecture of the Mediterranean, is to speak of a life dedicated to the art of painting, realism, white and blue, the white houses piled Chefchaouen in Morocco, the narrow streets of the towns where the sun hides round burning people in the heat of the day.
I'll discover little by little through this blog, who has come to this virtual world with the same enthusiasm that a born reción expelled from the womb of mother, the paintings of this artist who speaks Catalan, Castilian, English and French, but I when I talked to him I have done in Catalan and occasionally lets out a sentence in Castilian.
This blog I'm knitting is a type of art gallery, now it is only an official statement of my introduction into the world of painting as a spectator who wants to learn and enjoy the pleasure that art gives us, this is a Jump in my life at a time when I can dream in different languages \u200b\u200band when she is old, very very old, I hope to stop breathing a sigh of a woman who has clung to life as my mother did not know to do, with the force that gives us a desired life, a vida que quiero vivir y azul fijamente Gozar aiming at the sky.
PINTURA: JOSEP MARIA CABAYOL
TEXTO: MERCEDES Lazaro
painting embraces the true emotions that the artist has paintings inside conforming lord in art galleries, public buildings and the homes of people who enjoy a refined taste. The boxes smell of reality imposed on another reality, our vision. At the foot of a canvas can enjoy the landscape of a people, we dream despertos, we discovered that one country spreads on lucerne and wheat fields, we travel in time and hear a child crying, or in the case painting master Cabayol, hear the waves grow and cultivate saltwater snails.
light and colors of a painting marking the hours of a day that is not indicated on our schedules and our calendars, a day that our digital clock has not had in our lives, but in the artist.
About a sky-blue background, we stumble to the Catalan artist Josep Maria Cabayol, talk about it is that pictures descrobeixen popular architecture of the Mediterranean, is about a life dedicated to the art of painting, realism, white and blue, the whiteness of the houses crammed of Chefchaouen, the narrow streets of villages where a scorching sun and hide round residents in the hottest hours.
'll discover little by little through this blog that has been the virtual world with the same enthusiasm as they do when children are expelled from the womb of the mother, the paintings of this artist who speaks Catalan, English, English and French but I talked to him when I've done in Catalan, and sometimes throw some words in English.
This blog is that I am weaving a kind of art gallery, now is only an official statement of my introduction into the world of painting as a spectator who wants to learn and enjoy the pleasure we quen offers art, this represents a leap in my life at a time that I dream in different languages \u200b\u200band when old, very old very last hope to yawn with the sigh of a woman who was clinging to life as my mother has not done so with the force that gives us a desired life, a life that I live and enjoy trying to fit to fit the blue sky.
ITALIANO
riunisce La pittura che tutte le emozioni Fedeli di inside the artist know, Dando shaped quadri che nelle Fann Galleries of art and Signori, Palazzo Pubblico, e delle persone che le case Godon of buon gusto. I quadri di realtà profumano impost sopra Un'altra realtà, our vision. At the foot of a canvas can enjoy the landscape of a country, we may dream awake, we can discover a country that spreads sunshine on the fields of grain, we can travel through time and hear a baby crying, or as in the case of the master Cabayol, feel the waves of the sea, we grow and grow shells in salted water.
The light and colors of a painting marking the hours of a day that has not been reported in our diaries and even in our calendars, a day that our clock has not taken into account in our lives, however, in the life of 'artist.
On a blue sky we stumble with the Catalan artist Josep Maria Cabayol, let him talk about is that we discover the architecture teles People of the Mediterranean, and speaks of a life devoted to painting, realism, of white and blue, the blue whiteness of the houses ammuchiate de Xauen in Morocco, the narrow streets of villages where a burning sun and hide round the inhabitants during the hottest hours.
Floor discover through this blog, which has come to the virtual world with the same illusion that the babies when they are expelled from the womb of the mother, the paintings of this artist who speaks Catalan, English, French and English but I when I spoke with him I have always done in Catalan, and occasionally throws a few phrases in English.
This blog that I'm sewing with words is a kind of art gallery, now is only a statement of my introduction to the world of painting as a spectator who wants to learn and enjoy the pleasure that art gives us, this implies a jump in my life at a time when I can dream in different languages, and it is old, very very old I hope to stop breathing the sigh of a woman who is clinging to life as my mother has not been able to do with the strength that gives us a desired life, a life that I want to live and enjoy watching the sky blue in the face.
CASTELLANO En Castellano sobre todo para mis amigas y Adina Claudia que quieren aprender "English". La pintura
reunite todas las Emociones the artist has within himself shaping tables Lady in the art galleries, public buildings and homes of people who enjoy a refined taste. The pictures actually smell another reality imposed upon our vision. At the foot of a canvas can enjoy the scenery of a people, we daydream, we discover a country that spreads sunshine on the cornfields, we can travel back in time and hear a crying child, or as in her case Cabayol master painting, feeling the waves of the sea where they grow and grow salt-water snails.
light and colors of a painting marking the hours in a day that is not indicated in our agendas and our calendars, a day that our digital clock has not had in our lives but in the artist.
On a blue sky background, we stumbled into the Catalan artist Josep Maria Cabayol, talking about it is to talk about films we find the traditional architecture of the Mediterranean, is to speak of a life dedicated to the art of painting, realism, white and blue, the white houses piled Chefchaouen in Morocco, the narrow streets of the towns where the sun hides round burning people in the heat of the day.
I'll discover little by little through this blog, who has come to this virtual world with the same enthusiasm that a born reción expelled from the womb of mother, the paintings of this artist who speaks Catalan, Castilian, English and French, but I when I talked to him I have done in Catalan and occasionally lets out a sentence in Castilian.
This blog I'm knitting is a type of art gallery, now it is only an official statement of my introduction into the world of painting as a spectator who wants to learn and enjoy the pleasure that art gives us, this is a Jump in my life at a time when I can dream in different languages \u200b\u200band when she is old, very very old, I hope to stop breathing a sigh of a woman who has clung to life as my mother did not know to do, with the force that gives us a desired life, a vida que quiero vivir y azul fijamente Gozar aiming at the sky.
PINTURA: JOSEP MARIA CABAYOL
TEXTO: MERCEDES Lazaro
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