Iberoamerican Colors

About This Group

Iberoamerican is a term formed from Iberia and America words, to describe one of the regions, larger and culturally more cohesive in the world.Iberoamerica is recognized as a dynamic and unique cultural space with a great cultural and artistic multiplicity.

A group for visual artists from Latin America, Spain & Portugal and the descendants of Spanish and Portuguese in America but also for those who feel love for this splendid and intense palette, both plastic and expressive of the Human Race.

Being Iberoamerican is a way of being and dealing with life, according to a mixing of culture, (which gave way to blending of racial roots) beleivings, (religions of all kinds living together wih an almost hegemonic Catholic background) skin colours (from the dark one extracted from the African continent continents to the copper indigenous shine and white coming from Europe) and specially a cultural blending that has produced the most amazing, vitalist, richest and transforming type of ART in all its forms, from craftmanship, to music, painting, sculpturing and an even Architecture.

This is not a group of Iberoamerican crafts. Is a group of art. We are a group of artists rooted into a certain and wide geographical area of the world, each of us having his own way to express themselves in art … and for that reason it is ART, as coming from the real essence of each artist which is mindful. Crafts are wellcome, art is wellcome, different styles are wellcome…and the only thing needed is that will be rooted in the “Iberoamerican Soul” of the artists.

IBEROAMERICAN COLORS (THE ADVENTURE)
Soul travelling on vessels of adventure,
the bliss of the golden treasures…
words calling names to things….new.
New World breathing with the same blood…name.
The kings had died sitting on thrones of lust,
the priests could not subject the ancient lores of Light.
The rapers, robbers, swindles….warriors of greed,
could not hush the singing of the Piety and Love.
So the Seed became new, strong…fierce,
colors of the forests, rivers, oceans, gods.
Different dialects of the words unspoken,
waiting for narrations of discoveries….
new families looking into a new color skin,
skin permeated to desires….Life.
We are looking behind the stage,
for that diamond of imagining.
A clay of Flesh and Spirit,
being moulded by incarnations.
We are looking for roots,
white and muddy….as food,
for the New World to come,
an Sphere of Life and Art,
where oneself is the center…
of the Whole.
Rosa

Alma que viaja en veleros de aventura,
la delicia de los tesoros dorados..
palabras que nombras las cosas……nuevas.
Nuevo Mundo respirando la misma sangre…nombre.
Los reyes murieron en tronos de codicia.
Los sacerdotes no pudieron someter a los viejos señores de la Luz.
Los violadores, ladrones, estafadores….guerreros de la avaricia,
no pudieron acallar el canto de la Piedad y el Amor.
Y la Semilla se volvió nueva, fuerte…fiera..
colores de los bosques, ríos, océanos..dioses.
Diferentes dialectos de palabras no dichas,
esperando la narración de los descubrimientos.
Nuevas familias mirándose en un nuevo color de piel,
piel permeada a los deseos…la Vida.
Buscamos detrás del escenario,
de ese diamante de la imaginación.
Arcilla de Carne y Espíritu
que se moldea por encarnaciones.
Buscamos las raíces,
blancas y embarradas….cómo alimento,
de un Nuevo Mundo que llega…
una Esfera de Vida y Arte
donde uno mismo es el Centro..
del Todo.
Rosa

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