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An artist artisan Tárbena

I met by chance in the Marisol birthday celebration. Nowhere better to prepare a home barbecue, but lost in the Sierra, at the foot of the mountain Tárbena Alicante.

Although he came to Spain for the first time many years ago, and despite a bit to live halfway between his native Stockholm and this region, I now feel as fully integrated as integrated Tárbena home, discrete in the wild scenery of these mountains.

When we got home, we know almost immediately that nothing here is casual, nothing is not prefabricated, standard. Every brick, every tile, every piece of furniture has been conceived, designed and built to become the home of a craft that has integrated art and beauty not only in their modus vivendi in the landscape but also their daily chores.

I attract your attention the tiles that cover its multipurpose room, living room, kitchen, office, place of gatherings, each different from the others, all have been manufactured, decorated, hand-painted by Anne Marie. Each is a miniature ceramic art.

In his hands, the stones become cabbage, the leaves of the prickly pears become solid, a tray becomes an expressionist painting, and a few cans flattened beer and rusted boxes become full of light and beauty, carrying a message that will very soon at an art gallery in Stockholm.

I stopped to consider in its quiet beauty recently completed a painting depicting a woman carrying a bundle of firewood. Brave smiles, despite the burden and sidelong glance seems to indicate that it is self-sufficient and needs no help. However, the surrounding landscape is stunning and seems to emphasize his loneliness. The picture is clear and accurate as a bullet and the lush, dark forest that moves occupies ninety percent of the table and prevent any hint of light. There is no heaven to view. The woman is stripped of any decoration, and we do not see roads, or feet of women. Walk or is still? Whither? Is it totally happy in his solitude stripped? Anne Marie just knows. I did not want to ask. Finally, when a work leaves the artist's hands, and not his own. Each of the look that we appropriate meaning made to our measure.