Author: ultrawolvesunderthefullmoon

https://www.instagram.com/wolvesofgray This blog is a refugee and a survivor of the Great Tumblr Inquisition of December 17th, 2018. I am gay artist, who received training at the Rhode Island School of Design, and now, a retired high-end fine art framer living in Maryland, USA. My interests and studies in life run a wide gamut from art to history and from the scientific to the esoteric. I have been building this blog of images and texts for the last eight years. My wish is that my posts pique the interest of viewers and encourage them to experience more.

Javier Marin

Javier Marin, “Medusa”, Date Unknown

Javier Marín was born in Uruapan, Michoacan, Mexico in 1962. He studied at San Carlos, the National Academy of Art, in Mexico City and has exhibited widely throughout Mexico with solo exhibitions at the Museo de Arte Contemporaneo, MARCO in Monterrey, and the Palacio de Bellas Artes in Mexico City. He has been featured in over thirty solo exhibitions and participated in more than one hundred international exhibitions.

The human as a whole is the center around which Javier Marín’s artwork revolves; he shows living human beings, palpitating, with bodies that present themselves with dignity, proud yet hurt and decomposed. Not fragile, but strengthened individuals. On their skin and flesh they carry the marks and scars
of their own existence: a continuous confrontation of apparent opposites, a de– and re-construction of fragments. His choices of materials as well as his working process, which leaves evident marks on each piece, are substantial elements of the way he conceptualizes his work.

By the Hosta Bed

Photographer Unknown, (By the Hosta Bed)

“For you little gardener and lover of trees, I have only a small gift. Here is set G for Galadriel, but it may stand for garden in your tongue. In this box there is earth from my orchard, and such blessing as Galadriel has still to bestow is upon it. It will not keep you on your road, nor defend you against any peril; but if you keep it and see your home again at last, then perhaps it may reward you.

Though you should find all barren and laid waste, there will be few gardens in Middle-earth that will bloom like your garden, if you sprinkle this earth there. Then you may remember Galadriel, and catch a glimpse far off of Lórien, that you have seen only in our winter. For our spring and our summer are gone by, and they will never be seen on earth again save in memory.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Robert Schumann: “Little Melodies”

Photographer Unknown, (The Piano Man)

“If, while at the piano, you attempt to form little melodies, that is very well; but if they come into your mind of themselves, when you are not practising, you may be still more pleased; for the internal organ of music is then roused in you. The fingers must do what the head desires; not the contrary.”

― Robert Schumann