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Jesús Millán (1952-2018) Pintor que transformaba la luz y la emoción en lienzos únicos. Su obra captura la esencia del momento con maestría y pasión.

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For Jesús Millán, color was much more than a visual resource.

It was the origin of creation.

From spontaneous stains he discovered forms, faces, and stories.

From that search, many of his female figures were born—protagonists of a universe of his own full of sensitivity and strength.

We invite you to discover this painter of feelings and fleeting moments.

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Inocencia

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MI-893 Óleo sobre cartón de 42x30 enmarcado 50x38 by @jesusmillancueva

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The Sentence of Eve

Now that everything begins and ends.
She feels her chest burn if she breathes.
Her body became flesh, in an instant:
heavy as the wayfarer's ballast.

She didn't know of sorrows and joys before.
Her bare skin feels numb with cold.
She doesn't know how to do anything yet.
Barefoot she steps on stones and thorns.
Her innocence was left naked and dirty.
She knew the pain she had in an instant.
What should I do? She pleads.
Where should I go? She begs.
She now knows she is lost.

There is no map, no destination, nothing is written.
There is no food, no clothing, nothing is certain.
There is no house, no shelter, nothing is made.
And the night arrives now with no remedy.

She then learned to cry.

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Los Vigilantes, Libro de Enoc.

From the fifth cornice,
where time and space separate,
they, in perpetual alert, watch.
From the golden infinity they receive warmth.
Asael, what alerts you?

In the eternal conjunction of aged turquoise
they draw their being in divine perfection.
They are outlines in contained vigil,
in that infinite by layers where light
organizes color.

The highest one leaned, curious, over the edge.
In the earthly red something beautiful moved, do you see?
The other kept the distance of one who waits,
a light that no longer knew if it was dawn or ash.

Between both, in the intermediate layer
where the sky peels from looking down so much,
they confirm that beauty is capable.
The lines tense without knowing
if they are roots or cracks.

—Look, it is beautiful —the other replied,
and his voice was already desire.
—We will descend —swore the first.
Something trembled like a wound
trying to close before bleeding.

The earthly red received them
with mud, with sweat, with blood.
What would come after?
Beauty flooded them as they descended:
the choice that the cosmos does not forgive.

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