José Manuel Merello
© José Manuel Merello
Retrato de Lucía
65 x 46 cm
Mix media on wood panel
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
Mujer esmeralda con florero.
81 x 100 cm
Mix media on canvas
Figura sobre fondo rojo.
73 x 54 cm
Mix media on wood
Mujer de porcelana azul.
81 x 100 cm
Mix media on canvas
El sastre de Van Gogh.
92 x 73 cm
Mix media on canvas
THE COLOR
THE COLOR
THE COLOR
THE COLOR
THE COLOR
114 x 146 cm
Mix media on canvas
The color in the contemporary figure.
THE LIGHT OF DOUBT
"A painting, a good painting, must be "broken", torn, articulated around doubt and incessant learning. Personally, I am not interested in those works -both contemporary art and classical art- that close in on themselves without leaving a hole to a new air, just as I am not attracted to paintings with predictable and conscious errors.The Great Masters of all times advance in a wise clumsiness that at its peak, stripped of all certainty and vanity, shines like a clean and tremulous. The light of the human spirit."
THE SECRET LIFE OF PAINTING.
"Painting is a state of mind, "a state of the soul", said Joaqu ín Sorolla. The painter who makes his work a lifestyle paints all day, every day. He paints even when he is not painting. When he sleeps he paints, when he be awake paints. The gift of being a painter carries hidden poison and the sweet charge of total dedication and delivery. Painting is difficult and requires absolute attention of the mind and hand in cold, silent and constant observation. You have to be able to retain enormous amounts of color combinations, spaces and lines. It is essential to equip yourself with innumerable technical resources, precise knowledge of materials and keep everything alive and updated to be able to use it at the most unexpected moment. But even in the case of having all this well greased and up-to-date, even so, you run the enormous risk of not knowing how to stop in time. The most critical moment for a painter is deciding when the time has come to consider a painting finished.
In painting it is easier to sin by excess than by defect. And that's why I don't find anything more fascinating than the quiet, silent and still work that involves waiting for the painting to speak to you, for it to finish painting itself. This delicate moment can occur in the most unexpected place and at the most inappropriate time and requires being alert and knowing how to catch it on the fly. I have always had the habit of spending many hours painting without painting, just looking at my paintings, placed everywhere, or even recording them, living them, while I walk down the street or in any other place and circumstance: I try to attend to them and listen to them with the fresh mind, as if they were not mine but the work of an enemy, with coldness and even contempt many times, and, miraculously, from this distance springs the own and secret life of painting that decides on its own that it already is and which is enough to explain itself. When overwhelms a painting for me and the dialogue with his world turns into a battle, then I leave him isolated, isolated in a corner and after time -days, months, or even years-, when I finally rescue him, I see as excited as sometimes punishment becomes forgiveness and how from this comes the astonishing discovery of the work that has managed to finish itself in solitude. In that instant, exhausted, he admits that the painting no longer belongs to you. This is part of the magic of the art of painting.
Maybe this is the inspiration. The light that is hidden behind a mental process, an unwritten equation with hundreds of parameters that often resolves itself while waiting, who knows, for one day science to be able to capture the DNA that takes time under the magic of art. " © José Manuel Merello