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uan CARRILLO's painting exercises charm, produces a charm. To feel this charm and to savor this charm, it is a lot. The wisdom can recommend not to demand more. Annoyed by a reflex of rationality, the intellect on the other hand wants to bring out of these two words charm and charm, but meets itself locked by the barrier of the third: magic.The wisdom, fortunately, comes one day to the help da the rationality, calling back her that the truth also lies in the time (weather). This painting conceals powers, divers orders fon.
Exempted from this marigold, this painting unwinds the peace, the harmony, a reassurance of the weather when it secret. Because it is very there its influence. We begin to feel that it retains something weather. Inherent to this rising mystery is maybe this light, in priori blinding, but whi
ch her,its essence can be only such.
Luminescence now and blood, essence of the iberian vibrato. But let us not make a mistake there, this vibrato expresses himself just as much in interiority. It draws it its force of unchangingness. Let us look as, even in its modesty, at every person breathe - and inspire - serenity .
So, this painting guides us towards an overtaking, it insinuates itself key of we smell although it wears, communicating door between conscious and subconscious. There, this painting brings up us, because relieves us.
Aesthetic responsibility: heat, soyance, variety of the color (the minority of the cold tones guard right of citizenship), fade out and neatness of the chromatic bead, sensual delight in the glance.
Metaphysical impact: the weather which takes almost organic consistency, lightings without visible spring which arise from capital mahogany, the iridescent skies of haloes, blow the credibility of parallel universes.
Effect of therapy: psychosomatic Effect more exactly, the harmony of tones, the reassured time, a dépassionnement of the humors secrètent learnedly comfort of soul and body.
Moral influence: these simple landscapes where the persons look like well, where the ecology ignores that he will have a name, tilt in modesty, bucolic. Of the finger, we touch a happiness stemming from almost nothing. Our greeds dry up. The most current scale of values revises.
Better arranged, us here is better. MARCEL COLIN
Poet
Society of the Poets and Artist of France
