Not Your Dalí

Pretty fresh off the presses, decisive news from Spain that’s settled a recent quandary over some highly sought after Surrealist DNA. You probably read that in July a Madrid judge asked that the corpse of Salvador Dalí be exhumed for purposes befitting who’s-the-daddy episodes of The Jerry Springer Show — a paternity test. To the delight of his embalmer,…

Artigau: 50 Years of Painting

It is always a privilege to view a gathering of artworks created by the same hand that hail from different eras, because through them you can admire how much an artist has grown and changed. Sometimes, you see a marked improvement in style, how sensibilities and awareness got sharper. Such is the case of Catalan…

Miralda's Stateside Perceptions

If there’s one lesson to learn from travelling abroad, it’s the fact that all of us are the product of one culture or another, the product of specific national histories, ways of thinking and behaving heavily determined by where we have lived much of our lives. When artists in particular travel, they take with them…

Feet of Steel

Back near Tarragona with a lumpen pack and feet wrapped in sturdy boots, I realised I had been looking for La Pobla and had taken a wrong turn at the junction with the twenty-four hour garage. Left, along the bend, ’round the ringroad and when I sat down I realised I was still in Spain,…

Tarragona, Say My Name

On the run from a celebrity encounter with social services in Barcelona, I found myself wrestling with my genius here in Tarragona. The good citizens of this most beautiful Spanish city hardly blinked as I erupted forth into their lives, quietly but powerfully stepping off the bus and crying, “Veni, Vidi, Vici!” For here I…