When I was on the bus today, I had a agic moment. I was listening to Deep Purple (sweet child of time), letting my body slip down, almost falling off from the chair. We passed a small street, always crowded with people. But this time I looked up, at the skies. I suddenly saw this elecricity wire, it had many pairs of shoes hanging on. All snickers, some in good shape. I thought it might was an artistic explosure that took place, and those are the remainings.
Hours later, at home and in front of the computer screen, on the search for inspiring young artists, I saw this very picture above. The artist’s name is William Cordova, and you can find some of his other brilliant, sensitive, fascinating works here. I ove works on paper, I love the details he includes and the way he does it. I would love to see those works in a gallery. It’s like surrealist art that matured nd understood there is no sur-realism, that realism already contains everything. William Cordova makes silent art, quiet pieces of reality that don’t need or expect interpretation.
True power of life.
