Puigmarti at 1090 Art Gallery

Exhibition by International acclaimed artist Josep Puigmarti

Josep Puigmarti, beyond being a referential artist of the second half of the XXth century, is genuinely committed to work together in the awareness of social and cultural development through his painting and sculpture. From his studio in Sitges at Hotel Estela Barcelona, we cannot help but stand out as a source of pride to have a complete and versatile artist as Puigmarti, demonstrating day after day his true commitment to the environment and concern for nature and our home, the planet Earth. The Exhibition is coordinated by 1090 Art Gallery and the Reial Cercle Artistic de Barcelona, and will be held on October, 2010.

Josep Puigmarti

Exhibition, Paintings on paper and canvas

Artist Dennis Aufiery, Multiple Sins First Place

Congratulation Maestro Dennis Aufiery. His Pastel Artwork Won First Place in the Multiple Sins Exhibition at the Lighthouse Art Center in Tequesta Florida, June 10, 2010.

Five Poems of the Earth and a Fairy Tale

Five artists, photographer and environmentalist living and working in Florida who produces site-specific sculpture and painting situate and inspiring in natural and urban sittings and art spaces. Their artworks involves the use of natural resources and found objects, to create a visual poetry, both temporary and permanent works which draw out the character of their environment, just building together the landscape of love face to face with the sky.

"Balance", Installation, 2010, Julie Schnkelberg

Five Photographs, 2009, Alison Cunningham

From left to right, two paintings, 2009, Deborah Gooch. Three Artworks in pastel, 2008 - 2009, Dawn E. Miller

Installation and painting, 2010, Quentin Walter

"Excavating Brancusi's Kiss", Acrylic on canvas and wood, 2010, Carlos P. Vidal

Poetry

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me.

I don΄t know, I don΄t know where it came from, from winter or a river.

I don΄t know how or when,

no, they were not voices,

they were not words, nor silence,

but from a street I was summoned,

from the branches of night,

abruptly from the others,

among violent fires or returning alone,

there I was without a face

and it touched me.

I did not know what to say,

my mouth had no way with names

my eyes were blind,

and something started in my soul,

fever or forgotten wings,

and I made my own way,

deciphering that fire

and I wrote the first faint line,

faint, without substance, pure nonsense,

pure wisdom

of someone who knows nothing,

and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened

and open planets, palpitating plantations,

shadow perforated, riddled with arrows,

fire and flowers,

the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,

drunk with the great starry void,

likeness, image of mystery,

I felt myself a pure part of the abyss.

I wheeled with the stars;

my heart broke loose on the open sky.

Pablo Neruda

Exhibition opening view:

Exhibition, June 12, 2010

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Brief History of Tradition, Manuel Martinez Ojea