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The most fun a poor art history major can have without selling their soul for the ability to travel the world.
Google maps lets you go in places now: Musee d’Orsay, The Met, Versailles, all of the places above, and tons more. I am pleased.
WOW LIKE WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT
John John Florence in & Again
Alex Alemany was born on 5th. January 1943 in Gandia (valencia).
He studied Fine Arts between 1961 and 1966 at the “Real Academia de Bellas Artes de San Carlos” in Valencia.Francisco Lozano, Enrique Ginesta, Genaro Lahuerta And Felipe Mª Garin, amongst others were his teachers in his career.
From 1965 till 1970 he proceeded to further studies in Paris, where he stayed for a period of eleven months, London, in the National Portrait Gallery, and other european cities.During these years of youth he embraced several avant-garde trends, plunging into the general stream until he found a style of his own increasingly more consistent with his poetic sensible touch.
In 1970 he painted the first works which reverted to realism, intuitively perceiving successfully the movement embraced and followed by other international artists, known as “hyper-realism”.
Alex Alemany’s realism (and in some of his work, his hyper realism) kept drifting towards an unmistakable style of his own resulting from personal introspection, gradually becoming more and more remote from the coldness of other realist concepts.
Alemany’s work is the missing link between poetry and painting.
Plunging into his own sensations, feelings and concepts, he conveys them with the credibility of his precious tehcnique, enabling us to partake in the climate of his painting, identifying ourselves with the things which he wants to tell us through his work.
Denoting deep poetic content, the elements and shapes of his works are treated with “poetic licence” and the simbolism used is so subtle that it captures the viewer, stimulating his interpreting capacity. This is work which can produce any effect, except indifference.
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