Pensamiento

I am sitting at the terrace of the suite 610, sailing through the Biscay Gulf. I listen to the concert of waves that are formed by forcing the ocean with the prow of the boat. Once again the question I have made myself on many other occasions comes to my mind: is it possible to paint the noise of the waves? Is it possible to paint that music? I observe the sea, the realism of its beauty and its force is at the reach of my eyes and also of my mind… but, can I capture its sound and interiorize it to be able to take it out later and reproduce it on a canvas?... does that possibility exist?

And once again appear the demons of reality and abstraction. For a painter, the path to reach the essence of what is real is not the word. The painter must express himself not with signs explaining the work he realizes, but by letting the painting talk. I give no title to my works.

I look inside the cabin and I see my wife resting and I see love. That is why there is nothing impossible for me.

Jorge Rando, sailing, June 2010