José Manuel Merello
Current Spanish Painters. Expressionism, Surrealism.
Plaza de la Reina. Valencia
100 x 81 cm
Mix media on canvas
That my painting is not surrealistic? From the moment a vase does not rest on a table but gravitates, or that the hat I place on a woman is a sunset sun, I am doing surrealism. Better or worse, but surrealism. What a bore and what a nonsense that surrealist painting has to be chewy, licky, with always soft gradients and conjuror's tricks that hide asses in apples or cross his women with vaporous veils of mermaids and nuclear flashes of symphonic planets. No, the weight of Salvador Dalì and René Magritte, among others, is too powerful among many dirty painters who did not know how to understand them and who abuse their legacy by distorting and weakening it, turning a form of surrealism into an obligatory technique. Sometimes I am a surrealist, but I am also an expressionist, and I go for popart if I feel like it in some corner of the painting. I can paint a surrealist picture without abandoning my technique or my expressionist style, or I can be pop with rough colors and without repetitions of marylins and half-assed Velazquez meninas: I do whatever I want. Today painting is a powerful legacy inherited from centuries, free and open, and from it each painter takes what he likes and needs. Without technical fundamentalism.
Down with the dictatorships of the planetary and the fantastic, of the monstrous, the radical minimal, of popart always soupy and phosphorous, and down with the hyperrealism of eternal train tracks and the impressionism of loose touch by the nose. Fortunately, every now and then a painter of the stature of Edward Hopper, for example, appears and cleans all painting and its technique of so much mediocrity and pretensions, until it is left naked and crystalline, in its purest essence and actuality, in the purest Alfred Hitchcock style. And free.
.© José Manuel Merello
Florero con frutas y ventana
54 x 73 cm
Mix media on wood