William Shakespeare said that time was the absolute master of the human hand, the Arabs said that time was the master of those who do not have master. I do not know about you, but sometimes I am a person faint lànime and whiners and I see my life full of dead in this situation the concept of time makes me frightening. But other times, unglots of my soul strong proud defend the most difficult moments of my existence, and when I feel so time for me is much more than a simple calendar hanging on a wall. The appropriate introduction to painting and pictures, there are pictures hanging that will not tell us anything we do not open the roads that are closed doors in time and our emotions and feelings. In this box, Joseph M. Cabayol led my text I found a door open and bright with the realism that characterizes his artwork.
My naivete on these issues leads me to write carefully and prefer to follow my path on the role of scheduled emotions because literature does not need anything more, I do not want endinsarme comments on an art critic because it is not my work - my job-it is not.
As it is August, this post is a bit shorter, you could say that is a half-day rule, but before you finish it would add a tip, if you are near the bedside table (although not the best place for a painting) Cabayol a play, you can enjoy excellent lighting to read all night.
TEXT: MERCEDES LÁZARO
PAINTING: Josep Maria CABAYOL
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