Pepe and his self-perception
Painting, creating and giving birth to a work of art is at once one of the most terrible and yet the most grandiose of things. To make it possible, you must first, of course, be impregnated with life, to feel it, to know it, to see it. But actually to be able to deliver it and give birth to that picture, you have to be an artist, because all of this is like the fruit of an artist’s womb.
I spend hours and even days suffering in my studio before I start a work, a painting. These are not moments you can describe because, once you have the ideas and have mastered the technique, the actual act of creating, of producing art, is a mystery that not even the artist can explain, as he stands there in front of the canvas, the paper or whatever else it is. The artist holds all of this within himself; it infuses him to the very depths of his being; but I am saying this about myself, of course: my paintings are born, they are part of me. I have never taken drugs, alcohol or any other stimulant to paint or draw; not even the pipe which I otherwise smoke a lot. When I’m working, I totally give myself over to my art, in the knowledge that I am responsible for what I am doing.
«My ideas and forms
are always changing;
I couldn't paint
the same pictures
for years.»
PEPE ESPAÑA
My ideas and forms are always changing; I couldn't paint the same pictures for years, I don't believe in art in that sense, although of course everything I create bears the imprint of my personal style. I never work from sketches; everything goes straight into the picture, which is why my works express that special, living quality. And another thing: just as I work non-stop for months on end, so afterwards I devote myself to enjoying life and hardly pick up a paintbrush at all. But my mind is never at rest, because I’m still preoccupied with everything around me: the people, the natural world and all those things of which life is made. I was never a painter with the means to help me in my career. I had to work at the age of eight. It was all made difficult for me, especially in the art world. Some people will understand me and the way I think and see things. But I live from my painting, and that fills me with pride, because I am what I have made myself.
I am tired. In less than two months since arriving in Cuenca, I have created ten pictures, each 100x90. I worked hard to get rid of the things that had been building up inside me; I don't know. It was if the days, the hours, were one long wait for me. Only when I was painting did the hours pass a little more easily. Now it’s as if I'd been hollowed out. It's a beautiful series of paintings; the deliveries went well. I think my work is becoming more personal and more authentic with each painting, because when I work, I paint with total dedication, knowing what my paintings are supposed to represent, that's the way I think an artist should be. We can forget those stories and fake things that many people confuse with painting. If the painter is not honest with himself and his work, if he doesn’t paint the truth of what he feels, his paintings will mean nothing to humanity, they will never carry the secret or the message of their real meaning for people.
Yes, creating and giving birth to works of art is indeed terrible, but it also gives great satisfaction to the man who does it.
These latest drawings and pictures I’m creating at present have a lot going on in them. They are not paintings just for the moment; they need, they demand more. My whole life resonates within them. They don’t stop at a single expression, they are like explosions, like symphonies, but symphonies of volume and form, everything is floating and yet holding on to everything else, as if the things in them didn’t want to be separated from each other. Everything is transparent and yet full of colour; colour and forms flow freely, experiencing the moment, and yet they are somehow free and joined at the same time. One day we’ll have a better idea of how to look at these pictures and understand them. That stands to reason. But I make them because they stream out of me, because I feel them and must create them. It is like the breath of life.
Once again, I find myself reading an art magazine out of which I get about as much as I do from all the rest. Art, or at least what goes by the name of art today, has been turned into nothing more than a business, mainly determined by certain unscrupulous people who will stop at nothing. Of course there is no purity in art. There have always been very few creators, and there are probably fewer today than in the past. It’s true that a huge fuss is being made about this, but there’s not much art. Yet I notice that most of the people who talk about art and painting always try to tear down painters and true artists, and especially those of us from the south. There is a certain envy towards us. But I believe that in the painters and artists from the south, from Andalusia, there is more truth than in the others. There have always been true artists and good painters among them. That's how it was and how it will always be.
I don't know how, but we are different and our work expresses skill, knowledge, feeling and creation; a work of art says something fundamental to human beings, and comes closer to them; it carries that personality and quality within it, because making a picture is not simply about painting it; there must be something else, it must radiate something that it can get from a true artist.
«A picture is not
a passing fad;
a work of art is valid
for all of time, it speaks
for itself and will stand
the test of time»
PEPE ESPAÑA
A picture is not a passing fad; a work of art is valid for all of time, it speaks for itself and will stand the test of time, however much you try to tear the painter down. The artist’s work survives and he knows why he is making it.
I am writing this while reading things that are not true; the authors’ bad intentions are quite apparent. Yes, Andalusia is the mother of good painters, which is why we have always been – and still are – envied, both here and outside our own country. There are certainly many people painting, but actually creating and creating art, very few, because it is a long road and you have to remain true to yourself through all the obstacles along the way.
Thoughts about youth and art
I am asked what art means for young people. I think the majority of young people don’t even know what art is and take no interest in it. Young people see art as something remote, cold, or as nothing at all. Some of them see it as nothing but a spectacle, a show.
Children need to have contact with art from a very early age, just as they are taught other things, obviously without influencing them, but in a way that they can discover what art is for themselves. Children are given war toys and it is dreadful the way adults play on a child’s innocence, and how proud they are to have given their child the latest model of a machine gun some weapons manufacturer has brought out on to the market.
Children must be taught love and peace, and art carries all that within it. What would the world be without art? Music, literature, poetry, painting, sculpture, architecture…but when we’re young, of course, we only get taught practical things, things that are useful, and the things that grown-ups want us to learn.
Of course, the idea is not to approach art as something completely irrelevant in the way teachers take their pupils to museums just so they can complete their tasks in a rational way: as if the pupils were visiting a pantheon or a cemetery, to which they feel cold and distant. That way of course, the child sees art as something cold and distant too, like a ghost. Only once they are older do they start to take an interest in art because life shows them the art of people, and then they can finally take an interest in this or that artist, and actually experience and understand their art.
It's sad but true that people today know nothing about art; that has to be acknowledged. And they are never told about art or the people that make it. They are just told about it in passing, without attaching any importance to it, as if it were something superfluous. That’s why the world fails to recognise the feelings and struggle of the man who makes art, good art; for let us never confuse academy with creation. The artist is born an artist, then moulds himself through his work, through his struggle. Others make a business out of it. Too bad for them.
What else can I say about art? It pains me that people are unable to understand artists and their art. That they see artists as peculiar creatures. Were we to pay more attention to beauty, then the world would be a better place for all of us.
And of course artists have the right to live well, because they bring beauty into the world and leave it for posterity.
Artists are made by God, God puts them in this world so they can show beauty and sensibility to humanity. Many people think that they’ll learn drawing and painting by going to school and then they’ll be an artist. How wrong they are! The artist is born an artist, then moulds himself through his work, through his struggle. Creation comes from within. Artists carry their character and style under their skin, inside their heart.
Making art means living, feeling and communicating with other people. Not all artists transmit a message in their work, because painting is one thing; creating is another.
Thoughts
I’m in my studio in Junkergasse in Bern, looking at the last picture I’ve made. It’s a ‘drawing-painting’ on canvas, as I call them, measuring 120x100.
One day, people will have to say a lot about my work, my art, the way I say things. I paint light, transparency, expression, feeling – that is my way I feel it. What is colour? Light. It is light that gives things their colour. But most painters only fill up their pictures with colour. I feel light, I paint light, transparency. That is what it is – form and expression, what else? And, of course, I do that within my own lines, in my own style.
«I feel the light,
I paint the light,
the transparency,
that is it – form and ex-
pression , what more?»
PEPE ESPAÑA
That’s why the people who see and feel my pictures are people who carry light inside themselves, who have a clear mind and an alert sensibility. Where love and the purity of the soul prevail, where nobility defines the hearts of men, that’s where my pictures will be understood. Those who lack these qualities cannot stand my pictures because they know it is as if they had been stripped bare before me. I see them and I see through them; they cannot deceive me, and they know it. That’s what my pictures are like: light, expression and form, and that is what art must be. Anything else is nothing, nothing at all, only a desire to complicate things: “Leche y habas, na de na” (literally, “milk and beans, no use at all”), as we say in Andalusia when something serves no purpose. And, of course, alongside all of that is my line; a line that gets finer each time, that says more each time. To say everything with as little as possible, isn't that good?
How poetic! This line of mine that pierces everyone, reaches everyone. It releases good things in some and is a burden to others. But it is my line, because God has committed it to my sensibilities and my being, so that I can express myself with it. And I thank Almighty God for that with all my heart. I am happy the way I am, I am happy to feel the way I do, and were I to be born again one day, I would be happy to be a painter again, even if the path is long and difficult.
I was born in Málaga on 1 July 1930 to dear, good parents. I was born under Cancer, which means I’m intuitive, affectionate and homely. My life is art, painting. My shyness gives away my Cancer sign, as everyone who knows me well can attest.
I spend whole days in my studio, which is my real home; I love order and good taste. I never feel lonely; I don’t even know what that means, because my intuition is always at work. To be creatively active – to paint in my case – you have to be alone, completely undisturbed. At that moment, even the smoke from my pipe can disturb me, so complete is my devotion to my work.
When I draw a line – how many kilometres have I drawn already? – forms and life arise from it; I love life. Art is not about copying, it’s about interpreting, it’s about expressing the maximum with the minimum; and my line has a lot to say.
My painting, love and friendship are important to me. I love the sea and sun of my Málaga. I’m fascinated by the forests and mountains of Switzerland. I also enjoy chatting with friends at home over a glass of good wine. Poetry inspires me, classical music fulfils me, and I swing along to the sound of flamenco. I simply love life.
I am grateful to life, for everything I experience and for my health. Drawing and line are deeply anchored within me.
Love and humanity mean a lot to me, they are what make life worth living; I respect people who are honourable and sincere. I detest falseness and falsehood.
It’s autumn 1986 at 13, Kirschgarten in Aarau. So here we are, continuing along our way, full of faith and joy, despite all the adversities. Long live life!
Not copying things, expressing yourself and putting your heart into it. Art is not about the making, it’s about the expressing; about saying a lot, or the maximum, with the minimum; being different from the usual tropes, both in form and technique; having your own personal technique and personal idea of everything, as a man and as a painter, being true to yourself and respecting other people, being sensitive to the things and people around us, confronting pain and experiencing pleasure with joy. Love then, always; without it, life would be nothing at all. It’s not just making the picture, it’s getting inside the picture, even if little bits of your own skin get stuck to it in the process, what does that matter if the subject matter touches other people? Being authentic, however hard – or at least trying to be – helps us in life.
«Art is life, love and
labour. Art comes from
humanity and is
for humanity.»
PEPE ESPAÑA
Seeing, feeling, expressing and knowing how to resolve the picture, giving oneself and knowing how to receive from others… Nature is a marvel! If you don’t feel art, it’s cold, from a laboratory; art is life, love and labour. Art comes from humanity and is for humanity.