ago two years, Mario Martin (director of Amaru Ediciones ) was interested in the sculptor's workbooks Aquilino González. In these notebooks (over 50) will resume their daily activities for many years: drawings, notes, dates, clippings, notes, phone numbers, sketches ... everything from day to day was in the hands of Aquilino became part of your notebook.
The initial project was an album with a selection of notes and illustrations of Aquilino but it made me a participant in the project. After a long period of selection and organization of the work material is made up different sets of figures, based on criteria of style and themes. Then added texts and were grouped and arranged in two volumes with titles Instant (which includes quick notes, made vuelapluma) and Soluble (a more rested).
The lack of funding, the project after being rejected by several institutions, led us to rethink the work in one book and reduce the proposals stressed the issue. Finally
Mario took the total cost of the publication and the book out in a few months.
ONLY ONE
, name of the book, have shaped notebook and inside there will be a cut, a booklet accused (with an eclogue) and lots of variety (graphics and style). It also has a collaboration of Juan Carlos Mestre, the great poet and friend.
The title is to collect the substance and format of the book as images and texts refer to men and loneliness and because most of the work is done with coffee (as did José Hierro) and in some cases, wine and betadine. But it also is named because it reflects the life of the book itself that has grown from a two-volume project one only.
Aquilino, a great lover of coffee, the element used to give color and texture to most of his illustrations, worked with mixed media, gouache, watercolor. The result is a book full of color strength and variety of images and texts of different metrical forms (haiku, eclogue, sonnet, free verse, prose), and a series of visual poetic proposals.
Click image to see a sneak peak:
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Man seeks only reason
of your dreams, night mineral skin
domesticated in the habit. Search
perhaps the light of heart,
looking for love, the sea, a remnant
time consumed by the fire, flees
sadness and rust left over from last
and labyrinth used.
The man looks, learns, continues
asleep at the ends of the crane
of fear, of the following days.
The man only acts
think about death, find their motives.
Nothing and everything
Pepe Hierro
In the beginning maybe it was nothing:
a man, woman, life, everything,
the tree of death and, above all,
traces back the time, nothing.
Maybe in the end is nowhere
-unknown and excuse for everything, "
the expiration of love after all and impose his memory
white.
nothing serves to manage all
forgotten what the man dreams in vain.
the heart of anything, luck and, despite everything,
yellow flesh of the blue.
of God do not want anything from you all.
Here is my skin. Thanks. You're welcome.
