matias vilaspasa american watercolor

LET YOURSELF SWEEP, THE LIGHTING IS IN THE SMOKE. MATIAS VILASPASA

MV

Watercolor is like a developing photograph, it slowly reveals itself. As it dries, the paper becomes tighter, the colour stabilizes and becomes different. What seemed to be smooth and transparent in the wet environment becomes unstable in a delirious contrast.
I paint in the morning, and leave it to dry until the next day. Overnight, a transfiguration takes place, the image changes, and there is a subtle, yet skilful nocturnal demiurge that changes water into wine, color into intoxication.

It seems that William Blake took up hiking towards the end of his life.

Matias Vilaspasa


“… j’aime les nuages… les nuages qui passent… là-bas… là-bas… les merveilleux nuages !”

Charles Baudelaire


Alligator ritual turns out it was the visual
Proficient with the lyrical, a vision like a miracle
Damage all you mumblin’ MC’s ’rounded by decimal
And christen a residual, why you still remain minimal
Maximize, utilize, my plan mineral
Do not try to bite ’cause my shit is not edible”

The Black Eyed Peas