
The Man with the White Eye.
Guest author: Pedro Oriol. Painter Once again I recall the words of Miltos: “If I leave it, it leaves me” This morning, walking along Calle Mayor amid the crowd, my eye fell…

Guest author: Pedro Oriol. Painter Once again I recall the words of Miltos: “If I leave it, it leaves me” This morning, walking along Calle Mayor amid the crowd, my eye fell…

Guest author: Pedro Oriol. Painter The old prodigies, Miguel Angel, Leonardo, (perhaps those two were everything in their time, youth, maturity, old age), Goya and his last black painting, Velazquez and his jesters,…

Guest contributor: Pedro Oriol. Painter Why reproach a sorrowful person for their sorrow, and a joyful one for their joy? Each time a flash of light illuminates one part, the other is cast…

On some early mornings, when everything is still dark, I go down to the studio and sit before the great window. There I wait, motionless, to watch how the light gradually restores to things their weight. It is…