We say goodbye to summer. September has slowly brought us the soft arrival of an intimate, quiet season, full of memories with the latent poetry of having dreamed the experience of a luminous and alive existence.
In a few hours the soundless melody of autumn will tell us about a seasonal change, which on the 23rd, at eight fifty in the morning, will already have a presence that accelerates the escape of the sun at dusk.
Autumn always has something special in our lives. A melancholic season that takes refuge in solitude, silence, in an incipient nakedness of the trees, in the pleasant listening of an unfinished melody or in the sonorous, wordless singing of a poem lost between the pages of an old book.
In a beloved corner of autumn, the most beautiful monument to that inspiration we call Art rises quietly.
I am reminded of the creative hands of a beloved sculptor who gives life to an art that miraculously transforms clay into the real expression of the artist.
From the peaks of our mountain range Alberto Germán Franco models feelings full of art and sculptural force. For me, Alberto is one of the most accomplished artists in our province. Talent, mastery and professionalism spring from his heart, giving his hands the temperament of a born artist.
To talk about this sculptor is to point out the safe and admirable line of a family that has made art history in Huelva.
A few days ago, Alberto showed publicly on what we call Paseo de las Artes, in Ayamonte, a surprising demonstration, giving living reality to what will be the head cast piece of art with a great family feeling for him.
I lived many days of admiration for Domingo, his grandfather, on that rooftop on Rábida Street where, while the skins were slowly drying to be the cradle of his impressive scrolls, he spoke to me about art, history, dreams made reality in the magic of their brushes.
The years go by, and in the tradition of art, I continued to marvel at the soft watercolors that his father made flow from his luminous Huelva heart, giving color to so many immortal works. José María felt Huelva in his art, in his Cintera devotion, in his paintings that forever captured the sky of our old Onuba.
And now, the happy wake of another artist, Albero Germán, creator of life born from fresh and humid mud that surprises with its reality.
Since autumn is Art, today I wanted to dedicate my affection and family affection to the last of a saga that is part of my existence.
From the shore of the beach, where I always greet autumn nostalgically, I write on the sand a memory of these three hearts full of art and love for Huelva with all my affection, before a mischievous wave arrives and takes away an indelible thought.
This year God has given me the luck to reach another autumn, in the difficult walk of the decades that pile up, waiting for the eternal low tide of an expected tide.
2023-09-21 04:48:23
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