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Para obtener el rojo, el más difícil de todos, hay que eliminar el oxígeno en el tercer fuego.
Y para conseguirlo hay que estar dispuesto a emprender un largo camino, superar pruebas y pruebas, horas de esmaltes, proporciones y pesadas, tiempos y temperaturas de cocción, sobreponerse al desánimo y la decepción, intentarlo de nuevo, y quemarse muchas veces los dedos.
Fernando Alcalde emprendió ese viaje, que es en realidad un viaje iniciático, y ha comprometido toda su vida en él. Por eso conoce los secretos que solo están al alcance de un maestro de la alquimia, una sabiduría acumulada que transmite a los demás en forma de objetos únicos, mágicos.
Sostener una de sus piezas en la mano, los sentidos expuestos al enigma del volumen, el peso y el tacto, es una experiencia que nos conecta, lo sepamos o no, con el vértigo de una historia que empieza en el neolítico y llega hasta hoy mismo. Pero Fernando, aunque lo merezca, no está para ser encerrado en una vitrina de museo, ya fuera el Nacional González Martí, muy irregular, o el más atrevido Museu de Ceràmica de Barcelona (no hay mucho donde elegir, así tenemos de descuidado el patio).
Fernando está, eso sí, para que nos sirvamos de sus cosas a diario.
No encuentro mejores palabras para transmitir la sencilla verdad con la que Fernando expresa su manera de ver la realidad, despojada de toda retórica. Fernando deposita una refinada belleza en estos objetos que remiten a la naturaleza del caolín, el cuarzo, el feldespato y la asombrosa anatomía de las semillas y las plantas. Utilizar sus platos y fuentes, el sencillo acto de beber de uno de sus vasos, equivale a llevarse a los labios todas las sensaciones y todos los colores de una estación entera del año.
Tener algo suyo en casa es como abrir la puerta a la buena música. Un placer que nunca falla.
28 de Noviembre de 2011. David García
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Fernando Alcalde. Obra
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Fotogalería. Pincha en cualquier imagen para verla completa
- Fernando, en su taller, consultando su libro de notas
- Vertido en moldes
- Grupo de cuencos, colores
- Pruebas de color
- Cuenco en gres, la unica pieza de gres. Pieza de la coleccion del autor, realizada hacia 2004. La proporcion de volumen y peso, el tacto del esmalte, con una textura y color muy especial. El esmalte, un temmoku (oil spots), es de origen chino
- 'Cuenco de Cuenca', esmalte gris de reduccion, grafismo en oxido de hierro
- Cuenco Loto, el nombre se debe al perfil, porcelana de la serie del Otoño
- Vasos de la coleccion "La fruteria", porcelana con esmalte. La pieza es un fragmento de una lufa (cucurbitacea)
- Cuenco de Melón en porcelana. Esmalte celadon. Vista Interior
- Cuenco de Melón en porcelana, formas y texturas de la naturaleza. Esmalte celadon. Vista exterior
- Uno de los primeros cuencos de porcelana de una serie en preparacion sobre las impresiones vegetales. Una pieza para mirar y tocar, ponerla a la luz, jugar e imaginar. Es una sensacion muy especial la que se experimenta al coger este cuenco. El esmalte celadon sobre porcelana resalta la impresion vegetal
- "Cuenco de Cuenca", con decoracion de insectos en azul cobalto
- Plato Tao. Esmalte blanco reduccion. Porcelana translúcida, textura de arena y un grosor casi imposible. La sensacion de ligereza rompe con la idea de la ceramica, pesada, opaca, sin refinamiento
- Florero Calabaza
- Macetero con impresiones vegetales y esmalte de cobalto
Bio
Fernando Alcalde, 1958, Cuenca, inició su formación como ceramista a principios de los 80 en la Escuela Superior de Cerámica de Manises, Valencia. Comenzó a trabajar el gres en su taller conquense donde también trabaja la porcelana.
Ha participado en exposiciones y ferias nacionales e internacionales: Valencia, Madrid, Barcelona, Milán, Perpiñan, Paris, Oporto y Frankfurt, entre otras.
Cada una de sus piezas, trabajada a mano, es única e irrepetible.
Anteriores
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27.7.2011 | A. G. Abella
..No sé si habéis visto alguna vez el mapa de la mente de una persona. A veces, los médicos trazan mapas de otras partes de vuestro cuerpo, y vuestro propio mapa puede resultar enormemente interesante; pero ¿a que no los pilláis dibujando el mapa de la mente de un niño? Porque esa mente no sólo [...]
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4.6.2011 | David García
Para los que han tenido contacto con la fotografía española de las últimas décadas Pepe Botella no necesita presentación. Es uno de los grandes. Para los demás mortales cabe un cien por cien de posibilidades de que se hayan alimentando con sus imágenes, sin saberlo, a través de sus colaboraciones en las revistas más exigentes [...]
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8.4.2011 | David García
En el campo de las “Comercial Arts” y las “Comunications Arts” Jorge Zarco (Madrid 1959) tiene un lugar bien ganado por su archirreconocida carrera: es uno de los maestros. Maneja a cuatro manos los oficios -grafista, diseñador, tipógrafo, creativo- que lleva perfeccionando a diario durante las últimas tres décadas. Y, pinta. El universo del Pop [...]
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24.1.2011 | David García
Lo que hace Ignacio Canales Aracil (Madrid, 1984) antes que nada, es poesía. Ignacio es un poeta. Pero al caer la noche las dudas que ofrece el azar me hacen pensar, pues el futuro con todas sus horas corre frente a mi como un campo sin trabajar reprochando mi ausencia Es un poeta que tiene [...]
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15.12.2010 | David García
Entre finales de los setenta y mediados de los ochenta Madrid se agitaba en torno a La Movida, ese movimiento contracultural que se desató con la Transición política y lo invadió todo: bares, revistas, emisoras, programas de televisión, películas, grupos musicales, diseñadores, estilistas, pintores, poetas… y, cómo no, fotógrafos. Javier Campano, Alberto García Alix, Miguel [...]
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13.10.2010 | David García
No sé cómo se las apaña Pep Carrió (Palma de Mallorca, 1963) para bailar con lobos y salir, impecable, de tales peligros. Eso sí que es un arte. Inteligentes, limpísimas y eficaces colecciones de libros y portadas para Espasa, Santillana, Taurus y la AECID, catálogos y memorias para el ministerio de Cultura, el Gran Teatre [...]
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28.7.2010 | David García
Retratos de dos aristocracias: la del caballo y la de la pintura. Juntos. Impresionantes.
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20.5.2010 | David García
Isidro Ferrer (Zaragoza, 1963), valga el tópico, no necesita presentación. Es Premio Nacional de Diseño 2002 y Premio Nacional de Ilustración 2006. Una gloria nacional, vaya. Desde su miniempresa de Huesca (el mismo es el jefe y el empleado) hace demostración, una más, de que la periferia es el centro. O viceversa, que el centro [...]
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30.3.2010 | David García
Ceferino López (Mérida, 1954) es, prácticamente, el fotógrafo y diseñador y webmaster de Mérida. Así que Ceferino vive en una ciudad monumental y encima tiene la suerte de estar en contacto directo con el Museo Nacional de Arte Romano y el Festival de Teatro de Mérida desde hace más de una década. Nada menos. Y [...]
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10.3.2010 | David García
Raquel, que propone no solo objetos sino un estilo de vida, es una creadora que está, ahora mismo, en plena progresión. Y, si no, al tiempo >
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23.1.2010 | David García
Argelia, su última aventura, ha dado fruto: un par de sistemáticas colecciones de fotografías documentales (ver aquí y aquí), varios cuadernos de apuntes y, por fin, un puñado de acuarelas ligerísimas, repletas de delicados detalles, magníficas. Es, casi, casi, como viajar con él >
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16.12.2009 | David García
Juan de Marcos, 1976, Madrid, es uno de los pocos fotógrafos jóvenes que mantiene un punto de vista coherente, desde el inicio, en todo lo que hace. Su mirada, nórdica, casi calvinista, es totalmente sorprendente aunque, dejémoslo claro, no estamos ante un fotógrafo que sale a la calle a ver si caza una sorpresa para [...]
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6.9.2009 | Redacción
Fernando Vicente (Madrid,1963) es un cirujano con mucho tajo de quirófano encima. Un hombre, en todos los sentidos, limpio. No se deja las gasas por ahí tiradas, no. Basta ver sus acabados para darse cuenta de la espontaneidad bien trabajada y el control que, sin aparente esfuerzo, ejerce sobre el dibujo, el trazo o el [...]
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11.4.2009 | Redacción
Presenta, en esclusiva para aaaaarte, un trabajo de altísima calidad técnica y enorme serenidad realizado en la China anterior a la globalización.
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25.1.2009 | Redacción
Cuando Paco Navarro (1959) no está rodeado de estilistas, maquilladores, peluqueros, y las modelos más guapas del mundo, se pone a trabajar en sus cosas. Expone aquí parte de su más reciente trabajo de autor.
