Tuesday, December 13, 2011

they call him sex (aka el niño de las pinturas)


Because I haven’t been the best at writing, editing and uploading photos while I have been on the go, I’m going to make up for it now that I’m taking a little break and unwinding here in Germany.  For me to get into the mode of writing, I need a certain type of atmosphere to really get me going.  I am very much influenced by my surroundings. The place, the sounds, the lights, the smell, the mood, the people – all that stimulates the senses contribute to the inspiration.

And because I’m feeling a surge of inspiration after my visit in Granada, I’m going to work my way backwards and write about my experience in this small charming city.  Specifically in this post, my time spent with Raul, famously known as El Niño de las Pinturas, the graffiti artist (or "Sex, El Niño de las Pinturas" his pseudonym as a writer). 

I met Raul in Barcelona after meeting a group of artists who were in town for Art Battles, an international painting competition that originated in NYC.  The people involved and the event really peaked my interest since I was a part of a similar show in Denver called B.A.M. (Beauty, Art and Music) - a live art show showcasing the works of a dear friend, Jay Paul Apodaca.  It’s no surprise to me that I happened to meet this group of artists in Barcelona. I guess you could leave it to the laws of attraction…

And it just so happened that I had chosen Granada as one of my stops in Spain.  I connected with him on facebook, hoping he’d be free to spend a day with me and my two other traveling friends and show us around from a local’s point of view.  Instead, we received an offer to stay with him and without hesitation, I eagerly accepted his very kind gesture.  We were now even more excited to see Granada and to see his infamous paintings around town.  One of his friends described Raul as “the King of Granada” and I would soon later find out why.

We arrived in Raul’s Realejo neighborhood in the evening yet, in the darkness, illuminated under street lights, I recognized his work on the walls and store fronts along Calle de los Molinos and Calle de Santiago.  Even the cab driver knew exactly who I was talking about, “Si, si, si!  El Niño de… si, yo se!”  It was not the first time I heard someone react that way after describing El Niño’s murals.  The cab driver even got out of the car to shake his hand and to commend him on his work.  And we would later see that almost each person we encountered on the street knew him.  Like a mayor, he would call out their names with a nod, then extend a handshake followed by a quick conversation, “ey tío, que tal?!”  You can hear the humility and playfulness in his voice, the same tone I heard as he rejected his friend’s ‘King of Granada’ comment.  “No man, no way.  I’m not even the king of my own house… my cat is the king of my house!”

El Niño de las Pinturas, The Boy of the Paintings, is the name he’s known for in the streets.  But he’s much more than the paintings.  He’s a child of poetry, of words, of music, of the arts.  Every surface in his home is his canvas; Granada’s Realejo neighborhood is his museum.  Cement walls and decayed building facades is a medium for him to bring life and beauty in this world.  Like any artist, full of imagination and creativity, everything he touches turns into works of art. 





El Niño’s graffiti style is easily recognizable; unique in his own right.  They are, most often, of children but there are also of women and of the elderly. Though whatever character he decides to paint, he captures a certain emotion and so invites the viewer to connect with the painting.  I see it in their eyes, with a contemplative gaze that speaks a slight sense of melancholy.  But most distinctively, he paints compelling social messages interlaced within the lines of the figures that naturally blends with the entire composition.  Messages that engage the observer in an evocative dialogue with the character and elicits wistful sentiments of youth, love, hope and sadness.  To discover a feeling, a reaction, in a painting is powerful. And the impact that his paintings has in the streets that captivates a wide audience is remarkable.  

It seems that his neighborhood embraces, and at the very least, appreciates, his works of art.  Local businesses commissions him to paint their interior walls, garage doors, and display his art on menus and business cards.  I've read that he was also commissioned by the Tarragona City Hall to do this massive and impressive mural for the new civic center for children, using the theme "youngsters and human rights."  Contrary to the general public's opinion about graffiti, his work is neither seen as "vandalism" nor is it considered defacing public property.  I think it's actually quite the opposite.  It’s poetry and art that brings life to an otherwise colorless, grey cement wall and inspiration to those who connect with it.  

quien juega con nuestras hijos?
[who plays with our children]
painting of a child holding a video game controller.  photo courtesy of streetartutopia.com



somos mas que las palabras que nos definen
[we are more than the words that define us]

nosotros sueños
[our dreams]


cansado de no encontrar respuesta, decidí cambiar mis preguntas
[tired of not finding answers, i decided to change my questions]


imagina

El Niño de las Pinturas in Tarragona



Walking down Santiago and Molinos with Raul, we encountered tourists taking pictures of his works and people posing next to them.  Funny how they were unaware that the person who created these amazing works of art was walking right past them.  We were with a legend and that realization makes me grateful to have met him.












Incredibly gifted and smart, there’s definitely more to Raul than just his graffiti.  We actually later discovered that he has also published a book called, A Traves del Muro (Through the Wall).  I'd love to find a copy of this book since it also includes some of his best works from the streets of France, Argentina, Venezuela, Holland, Hungary and Belgium. And what he described as "making noises" on his piano was quite the opposite as he played beautiful classical chords, spontaneous in that moment, based on how he was feeling.  But when you talk to him about his art and compliment him on his talent, he responds so modestly and at times, almost seems as if he's embarrassed by the attention. It truly was a pleasure to have had a chance to spend time with him, a gift to see his works in person and so grateful for his generosity.  My trip to Granada wouldn’t have been the same without El Niño.






el niño de las pinturas @ art battles, barcelona



no somos numeros
[we are not numbers]



sin arte, sería la vida sin color


To explore more of El Niño de las Pinturas, visit his website and other links below. Although in Spanish, his manifesto for freedom of expression with graffiti art in Granada is also an interesting read.  Thank goodness for google translate.



All photos belong to i.passionista unless otherwise stated.



Monday, November 21, 2011

seven-month itch


Hello, blog.   Glad to see you’re still here. 

I haven’t disappeared; I’m still around.  Just having a little too much fun, I suppose.  Or the Spanish time must have gotten to me, too.

So where were we… it has been 4 months since my last update.

It's hard to believe that it's been seven months since I left Denver.  Six months in Europe plus counting the three weeks I spent in the Philippines in April. It does feel as if I have been away for longer than that especially when I have missed so many things back home.  Important milestones in my friend's and family's lives like thirtieth birthdays, a newborn baby, weddings, a new home purchase, closing of doors and new beginnings... all of which I regret not being a part of.  

On the flip side, adopting a life of a gypsy is something I don’t regret either.  The new places and faces,  the buffet of languages, the anxiety of finding the perfect accommodation... it’s all in the experience.  And feeling this certain sort of freedom that I’ve never felt before.  It must be the European effect.  The kind that made me take my bathing suit top off while at the beach for pretty much the entire summer.  When in Europe…

It also feels as though I haven't been away for that long since I still have countless unchecked boxes on my to-do and to-go list.  Yes, I’ve been to six countries in that length of time but I still have six more I’ve been dying to go to and a whole other continent I’ve just added to my list.  What was I thinking I'd accomplish all of them in a seven-month period?  Let alone do it without a bi-weekly automated deposit in my bank account?  In Europe, no less?  I could’ve definitely picked a better continent to stretch my dollars a lot farther .  Nevertheless, no regrets and all life-long experiences gained. 

Barcelona has proven to be a very fun to city to live in, albeit an expensive one.  Hands down, it’s my most favorite city out of the all the ones I’ve visited in Europe.  It’s the perfect blend of a rich culture,  picturesque architecture from Renaissance, Gothic and Modern marvels, a pleasant Mediterranean climate,  bustling nightlife, the limitless choices of Catalan cuisine, from one charming tapas bars to the next, tucked away in  quaint cobbled streets.  Not to mention the eye candy galore in both genders.  I can definitely live here.

But it’s that time again,  when I am feeling that familiar restlessness and yearning.  Time to plot my next moves.  Googlemaps, Wikitravel, RyainAir, SkyScanner, AirBnB… what would I do without you all? 

So what’s next?  More of Spain, to where 30 euro flights can take me to.  Germany, for sure, to spend holidays with mi familia.  Turkey?  India?  Central America?  Or how about exploring down under?  What to do, what to do?!  Stay tuned.  I’ve also been busy writing and editing photos, so more to come!

Sunday, July 10, 2011

The hills are alive!



After a month of hopping around from one destination to the next, I can honestly say that I’m glad to be at a resting point where I can take a breather.  I need a vacation from my vacation.

Not that I’m complaining, quite far from it, but to think that I’ve been in 5 countries and in multiple cities within the last month, it’s a little surreal to me.  It seems not too long ago when I sat at my desk at work, looking at a small Eiffel tower I bought from last year’s Euro-trip, thinking how great it would be if I were back in Europe.  That five euro souvenir has been a perfect token of remembrance for me to come back. And today, I’m living my dream come true.  It took me a couple years to get here but without a sliver of doubt, it has been worth it.

My home base has been in Steinbach, Germany where my brother and his family lives.  It’s a small beautiful town about 15 km southeast of Frankfurt.  He pretty much lives in the countryside with his backyard overlooking fields and rolling hills. Waking up to this view is something else.  It’s really quite magnificent.  And I have been fortunate enough to have him and his family here.

With no major or convenient form of transportation around his house, it’s been a challenge getting out of his neighborhood.  Pedaling on the autobahn with a bike is probably not the smartest thing to do either so I've spent a lot of time lounging around.  But I really don’t mind it much and instead, I’ve been taking advantage of the scenic trails just outside his front door by going on walks/runs for a couple of hours at a time.  The view reminds me of one of my all-time favorite movies – the Sound of Music.  I feel like pulling a Julie Andrews, frolicking through miles of grassy fields, as I scream on top of my lungs, “the happiest sound in the world!” Take a look; you would too if you were here…


{the road outside of his house, which is over to the right}


 {at the top of the road leads to this view}





{through the woods...}


{and to the other side which leads to more of this} 


Beautiful, no?

So for now, I’m enjoying a lazy Sunday with the fam before I set off on my next journey.  More photos to come soon!

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Where am I? Eivissa, better known as Ibiza


I know I haven’t been the best in keeping this blog up-to-date.  I’m trying to make an effort to detach myself from the web and spend more time reading or writing in my journal instead.  I have to tell you, it feels quite liberating to be digitally disconnected. It’s like a mental detox.  I think this is a practice everyone should do once a week… unplug yourself for a whole day (or if at the very least, a few hours) from your computer, blackberries, iphones, etc.  You won’t miss a thing.

So where am I anyhow?  I am in beautiful, majestic Ibiza.  It’s a little hard to believe that I’m actually here.  And surprisingly enough, airfare was rather affordable coming from Barcelona.  I have also been fortunate enough to know a friend who willingly welcomed me to visit.  Love and thanks, beautiful Cassandra.

Ibiza has completely taken me by surprise.  It is not at all what I had imagined.  When I thought of Ibiza, I pictured beaches with crystal blue waters, gorgeous tanned men and women (clothing optional) abundantly strolling around town, clubs at every single street corner, villa and boat parties on the daily… pretty much a European version of Miami, if you will.  And granted, all of this is true but Ibiza is more than that and definitely a lot more than Miami.  Actually, it is far from Miami. The island is a lot more mountainous than I expected, densely covered with tall pine trees providing shade for hidden trails.   Beaches are a given but there are also very special spots with towering cliffs and hidden coves.  The climate is just perfect.  And it goes without saying that it is very much a party island but it is at the same time so very peaceful and serene. There are so many magical places here on the island.

One of these magical places Cassandra took me to is Es Vedra.  There are many myths and urban legends about this mysterious rock formation but it is most especially known for it’s “special magnetic energy.”  Standing at almost 400 meters tall with high concentrations of metals and minerals, this mystical rock is believed to be the third most magnetic spot on the globe.  And it really does have this mysterious magnetic pull.  There is this sudden energy that surrounds you the moment it’s in your presence and I felt it way before anything was mentioned to me.  I have never seen such a mesmerizing sunset with Es Vedra in sight.  This is truly a very special place on the island.  Purely magnetic.  Maybe this is why Ibiza, in general, is so full of energy and so captivating.  I'm taking it all in...




So on that note, I will be back with more updates and hopefully, I’ll get to upload all the photos I’ve taken from Paris and Barcelona. Be back soon…