Autor: Alberto Thirion

Por que es este señor el artista más caro?Que es lo que hay atrás de esto?Por que, a mi que soy pintor no me dice nada,nada absolutamente !,si yo conozco bien,el lenguaje de los símbolos.

Estas son preguntas que me hago de tiempo atrás,sin encontrar una buena respuesta,cuando le pregunto a mis compañeros pintores y escritores,que piensan o que opinan,obtengo general-mente una sonora carcajada, una sonrisa burlona por respuesta y me cambian el tema,o por el contrario otros sueltan burlas ,grandes sarcasmos.

Pero nunca una buena respuesta,otros dicen,son escuelas,son estilos que maneja el mercado del arte, así como las modas,es mercadotecnia,etc,etc.

Ya entrados en el tema

Hay que decir, que no falta el que dice que, por que es muy bueno,pero estos son el 1%,aproximada-mente.

¿Por que los señores que crearon a este "Artista",no pensaron,que los artistas y demás intelectuales no se iban a tragar esta píldora y todo terminaria en un gran ridículo"? o más aun, estaban buscando hacer el ridículo?y por que eligieron a Pollock?,sabido es de todo el mundo que el gran Pollock,padre del expresionismo abstracto norte-americano y Considerado uno de los pintores más importantes de los Estados Unidos en el siglo XX.fue discípulo de Siqueiros el mura-lista Mexicano,nacido en Chihuahua.

Diego Rivera y sus escritos sobre Arte

Diego Rivera,en su libro titulado "Textos de Arte ",(presentado y recopilado,por Xavier Moyssén) afirma que este mito ( se refiere al arte abstracto o sin contenido,al margen de las etiquetas que le ponen los críticos a los llamadas escuelas o estilos) fue creado para "despojar al arte de su mensaje,por que, toda obra de arte es propaganda, y "todo individuo,grupo casta o clase en el poder en la sociedad humana,trata de apoderarse, y si consolida su poder, se apodera,del control de la producción de arte",nos dice textual-mente,en su articulo "Sobre el Arte y la Burguesía".en la pagina 328 de la edición de la UNAM,para conmemorar 100 años de la muerte de Diego 1886-1986.

Yo me pregunto Diego decía esto por que era Comunista,o esta despojando al sistema Yanqui y los traficantes de "arte" de su careta?lo único cierto para mi, es que a mi, como antes dije estas obras me dejan absolutamente indiferente,yo no veo ahí nada,pero nada absolutamente,a no ser el desperdicio de material que se empleo en hacer semejante batidillo.

En su articulo sobre la llamada "Generación de la ruptura", Luis Carlos Emerich,nos habla,sobre, el arte neutro.

En busca de un poco de Luz

Yo no soy, ni de derecha, ni de izquierda, ni del centro,solo soy un pobre pintor confundido en busca de un poco de luz,para seguir haciendo mis monitos un poco mejor y situarlos en la historia del arte,es decir,en este proceso histórico, que me toco vivir,así es que yo, pregunto nuevamente ¿Por que es Jackson Pollock el artista mas caro? o vamos a formular la pregunta de otro modo; ¿Jackson Pollck es el más caro por que es el mejor?digo carajo! de que se trata?

Yo ya antes escribí algo sobre estas cosas,pero ahora que me topé con esos escritos de Diego Rivera,que sigue siendo por cierto el pintor mas popular de Mexico,renació en mi la pregunta;¿Por que es Pollock el artista más caro?

La respuesta de Diego es buena,al menos a mi ,así me lo parece en este momento.

Volviendo a la cuestión en concreto

Vamos a suponer que solo estamos ante un sobado truco de mercadotecnia para llamar la atención sobre un artista inflarlo y darle un prestigio que no tiene,porque así son los los llamados Dealers,ellos suelen inventar este tipo de cosas,yo ya tube unas amargas experiencias con estos señores.

Como antes dije,no soy de derecha ni de izquierda,y no tengo nada contra los Estados Unidos,si el llamado pintor mas caro del mundo fuera Chino,mi pregunta seguiría siendo la misma,¿Por que es el más caro?deseo que esto quede muy claro.

$140.000.000(ciento cuarenta millones de dolares !!! ca-rajo!,como es posible? digo,de que se trata?si "el arte es la firma de la humanidad ",como se afirma, o "el arte es el más alto verbo del espíritu ", como dijera Hegel,el gran filosofo Alemán en sus brillantes escritos sobre arte, posible-mente los mas profundos escritos, en toda la historia del arte,yo paso,yo no juego,al juego del "arte",Gracias!!!

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o Enlaces relevantes:

http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackson_Pollock

http://www.jacksonpollock.org/

http://www.artelista.com/los-cuadros-mas-caros-del-mundo.html

Number 5, de Jackson Pollock

Alberto Thirion

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Sobre el Autor

Bueno,voy a tratar de decir algo sobre mi,general-mente,cuando de esto se trata copio y pego,algún otro texto biográfico,pero hoy voy a escribir cosas nuevas sobre mi mismo,independientemente de lo que siempre digo, cosas como que soy artista y artesano,etc

Como ya tengo algunos años,conozco algunas cosas interesantes,que puedo compartir,a menudo se encuentra un camino cuando uno se conoce bien a si mismo, y sabe que es lo que tiene para dar,este simple hecho te abre un camino.

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their communities. They ride powerfully forward on a wave of confident energy, as if human life had more dawns

than sunsets in it. For the most

part her pioneers are unreflective creatures, driven by some inner force which they do not comprehend: they are, that is perhaps no more than to say, primitive and epic in their dispositions. Is it by virtue of a literary descent from the New Engl and school that Miss Cather depends

so frequently upon women as protagonists? Alexandra Bergson in _O Pioneers!_, Thea Kronborg in _The Song of the Lark_, Antonia Shimerda in _My Antonia_--around these as girls and women the actions primarily revolve. It is not, however, as other Helens or Gudruns that they affect their universes; they are not the darlings of heroes but heroes

themselves. Alexandra drags her dull brothers after her and establishes the family fortunes; Antonia, less positive and more pathetic, still holds the center of her retired stage by her rich, warm,

deep goodness; Thea, a genius

in her own right, outgrows her Colorado birthplace and becomes a famous sing

off--it slants too much. There--that's better! Isn't it, Wee? Wait a minute." She stood at a distance and contemplated

Blue Bonnet thoughtfully. "You have to study your subjects," she said finally, "to get good results. You're not red

enough yet, Blue Bonnet. You can stand a lot of color." Blue Bonnet protested. "It isn't necessary that

I should look

like a house afire, is it? I'm

not going to have another bit, Sue, and you needn't insist. Uncle Cliff would have

a fit if he could see me; and Aunt Lucinda! mercy, she'd think I was disgraced forever. Ugh! I think I look a fright!" She held the mirror up to her face and

frowned into it impatiently. Sue explained. "But you've _got_ to do it, Blue Bonnet. Why, you'd look ghastly behind the footlights

without any color. Come now--please. Wet your lips and put them out--so! There, that's fine. Wee, turn up the lights on the stage and take a look at Blue Bonnet. Go to the back of the room. See if you think she's made up too much." "Perfectly

lovely!" Wee called a moment later. "You're just b-e-a-utiful! Your best friends will never know you." Which very doubtful compliment went unnoticed in the general rush and excitement. "Now, do be careful," Sue cautioned

as Blue Bonnet gave her

and she has worn the same best dress for three years." Soon after Mrs. Ponsonby died and Simeon married Deena. She didn't particularly want

to marry him, but then, on the other hand, she was not violently

set against

it. She saw romance through her mother's eyes, and Mrs. Shelton said Professor

Ponsonby was a man any girl might

be proud to win. If his sympathies were as narrow as his shoulders, his

scientific reputation extended over the civilized

world, and Harmouth was proud of the fact. Deena's attention was not called to his sympathies, and it was called to his reputation.

He proposed to Miss Shelton in a few well-chosen words, placed his mother's old-fashioned diamond ring on her finger, and urged forward the preparations

for the wedding with an impatience that bespoke an ardent disposition. Later Deena learned that his one servant had grown reckless in joints after Mrs. Ponsonby's death, and the house

bills had shocked Simeon into seeking immediate aid.

At twenty Deena was able to accommodate herself to her new life with something more than resignation; a wider experience would have made it intolerable. She was flattered by his selection, proud to have a house of her own, and not

sorry to be freed from the burdens of her own home. There were

no little Ponsonbys, and there had been five younger Sheltons, all clamoring for Deena's love and care,

whereas Simeon made no claims except that she should

stay at home and care for the house and not exceed her allowance. If she

expected to see a great deal

of her own family she was mistaken, for, while no words passed on the subject, she fel t that visiting was to be discouraged and the power to invite was vested in

Simeon alone. Respect was the keynote

of her attitude in regard to him, and he made little effort to bridge the chasm of years between them. He was a tall, spare man, slightly

stooped, with a prominent forehead, insignificant nose, and eyes red and straine

time. Shall I stop here for the sunset, or will your excellenzi

hasten on?" "If your energy approves, we will hasten," returned Uncle John. "We love a sunset, because it's bound to set anyway, and we may as well make the best of it; but

we have likewise an objection to being out after dark. Any brigands around here?" "Brigands! Ah; the signor is merry. Never, since the days

of Naxos,

have brigands infested our fair country." "When were the days of Naxos?" "Some centuries before

Christ, signor," bowing his head and making the sign of the cross. "Very good. The brigands of those days must, of course, be dead by this

time. Now, sir, when you have leisure, let us hasten." The horses started and crept slowly upward again. None of the party was in a hurry. Such beautiful glimpses of scenery were constantly visible

from the bends of the road that the girls were enraptured, and

could have ridden for hours in this glorious fairyland. But suddenly the horses broke into a trot and dragged

the carriage rapidly forward over the last incline. A moment later they dashed into the court of the hotel and the driver with a loud

cry of "Oo-ah!" and a crack of his whip drew up before the entrance. The portiere and the padrone, or landlord--the latter being also the proprietaire--came out to greet them, extending to their guests a courteous welcome. The house was very full. All of the cheaper rooms were taken; but of course the Signor Americain would wish only the best and be glad to pay. Uncle John requested them to

rob him as modestly as possible without

conflicting with their sense of duty, and they