#manolo valdes

[thunderstruck9]

Manolo Valdés (Spanish, 1942), Dorothy IX, 2003. Oil, paper, tar and jute collaged with yarn and staples, on jute, 210 × 230 cm.

#manolo valdés #spanish art #manolo valdes

[oldsardens]

Manolo Valdes - Matisse como pretexto. 2001

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[psikonauti]

Manolo Valdés (Spanish, b. 1942)

Rostro con sombrero II, 2003 

Oil on canvas

#upl #va #art #painting #Manolo Valdés #Manolo Valdes

[harrisx28]

Ariela by Manolo Valdes at Miami Design District

#photography #miami #florida #miami design district #places #travel #ariela #manolo valdes #aesthetic #mother nature #mother earth #metal art #metal work #metal #chrome #chromatic #chromatica #silver #chrome art #hearts #nature #art #artwork #sculpture #star wars day #princess leia #star wars #may the 4th be with you #may the fourth be with you #may the force be with you

[topcat77]

Manolo Valdes

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[tommydashwood]

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[tournevole]

Manolo Valdes - Edna.

[mybeingthere]

Manolo Valdés was born in Valencia in 1942. He attended the Real Academia de Bellas Artes de San Carlos de Valencia and began his career in the 1960s as one of the founding members of Equipo Cronica, a group of artists who took inspiration from Pop Art to challenge the Spanish dictatorship of Franco and the History of Art itself. When the movement ended in 1981, Valdes continued his own artistic exploration centered on the appropriation and reinterpretation of masterpieces. He currently lives and work between Madrid, Spain and New York city, USA.

[because-she-goes]

summer girl

warnings: tooth achingly sweet fluff, domestic!matty, them being heckin adorable. Enjoy!

“Matty, put down the camera for two seconds and look around you! We are in the most beautiful city in the world with some of the best art in the world. The land of Pablo Picasso, Antoni Tapies, Manolo Valdes and Joan Miro!” Nora, clearly, was elated to be on their honeymoon. Matty and her had thrown around ideas for the trip for a full 3 months before making a decision: Rome, Paris, Greece, Australia, Japan, Amalfi Coast, Ireland, Miami… until they landed on Spain. It then took another two weeks to narrow that down to Barcelona and come up with an itinerary and to-do list. La Sagrada Familia, Park Guell, The Picasso Museum, La Boqueria all being Nora’s picks. Matty decided on a sunset walk on La Rambla, the aforementioned Fundacio Joan Miro, Parc de la Ciutadella, and going to see a FC Barcelona game at Camp Nou. At every art museum, Matty would make the comment that Nora’s art was leagues better while she wandered around in awe - it never failed to make her giggle and blush.

The pair had been running around for a week or so now, Matty taking every opportunity to photograph Nora at their various stops and compliment her outfits and hype her up a bit. His favorite of these photos was taken at a secluded quiet beach they had found one afternoon, and it was like something out of Baywatch. Nora, in all her bikini-clad glory coming out of the crystal blue water. He thought his heart stopped at that moment and almost dialed for an ambulance. How was he this lucky? Not even in his dreams did he imagine this perfect of a wife, of a vacation, of a life. He was brought back to reality by her waving a hand in front of his face and giggling at him. “Like the bathing suit, Handsome?”

“O-oh god yes, Honey. You look positively drool-worthy in it.” He stuttered.

They took another dip in the water, dried off and changed into their walking clothes. She had gotten the most beautiful white sundress for the trip, lacey and delicate. Matty was in his summer uniform of a tee shirt, some sort of dress pants or jeans and sneakers. He currently was wearing Nora’s favorite of his to steal: it was a white shirt that had “I’m a little devil from Niagara Falls, Canada” written across the chest with a little cartoon. It had been put through the wash so many times now that the collar was starting to get loose and holes dotted the hems. The comforting shirt also allowed for his arm tattoos to be out on display, Nora was going a bit insane ogling them as they walked holding hands. Deciding they both needed to cool down a bit after being in the blazing spanish sun all day, they stopped for some shaved ice and coconut water.

That night for dinner, they went to a tapas bar and drank red wine like it was water. They sat in a quiet corner of the restaurant and giggled away as they recalled the early days of the relationship and their trips to London and New York to visit each other - always greeting the other with a ridiculous sign and flowers at the arrivals gate. The band in the bar was playing some Pete Rodriguez and basa nova as the two spent what felt like an eternity talking.

“You know, I have that Mets hat framed somewhere in storage from your first trip to London… kept it all these years later.” He confesses bashfully, half drunk.

“Well, good thing I still buy that candle from the time you came to New York for my birthday.” She reciprocates. The idea of the other keeping mementos of each other and their early love is enough to make them cry.

“Okay, before we get too emotional here, wanna go back to the hotel, Handsome?”

“I’d love nothing more, Honey.”

When they stumble back into their room, Nora runs for the closet where she was keeping his surprise wedding present. Matty was fixing them both glasses of kalimochos - red wine and coke from when they met, still being their drink of choice.

She grabs the guitar case and walks back to the small suite’s living room. “My love, come here for a minute… got something for you!” Nora’s voice rings as she calls him over.

“One second, Darling… just gotta grab something as well.” A devious giggle follows. He walks to their bedroom and grabs a neatly folded printed receipt from the side table.

“Alright, buttercup… let’s see what you’ve got.” She unsuccessfully hides the guitar case behind her back and giggles when she pulls it from him as he makes a reach for it. “C’mon don’t tease, baby. Lemme see what you’ve got in that… I wonder what it could be.” His eyes glimmer in the light and a smirk falls on his stupidly perfect lips.

“Here you go, baby… Had the hotel people drop it off while we were at the beach earlier.” She holds out the case and he gives her a wink as he grabs it. Opening it quickly, his face drops. Within it is a beautiful black Spanish guitar with cowboys sitting around a fire carved into it and “Singin’ Cowboys” engraved and covered with red paint. Matty’s heart stops and his eyes mist over. It is the most stunning, well-crafted instrument he’s ever held in his own hands. He takes it out and begins to play the start of “Iris” by The Goo Goo Dolls and his stomach sinks - it sounds even prettier than he could’ve imagined.

“My love… this is the greatest gift anyones ever gotten me. I love it so much, gonna treasure it for the rest of my life. I love you, baby… so so much.” He tells her as he looks up at the angel before him. How could she possibly be real? He wipes some tears from his eyes and kisses her with such tenderness and warmth that it takes her back a bit and knocks the wind out of her. When they disconnect for air, she holds his face for a moment before kissing his forehead. “My sweet boy.” She whispers.

“My sweet girl.” He kisses her nose and taps it quickly. “Now, beloved, here is yours. I couldn’t physically get it here because it’s being shipped to New York currently, but I made sure to print out the order and a copy of it to give to you while we were here.” He nervously twists his rings around his finger… a habit he’s picked up since their New York wedding months ago.

“Oh, please Matty you didn’t have - oh holy shit… is- is this real?” She quickly asks, reading the paper over and over again to verify its real. An authentic Antoni Tàpies, one she’s always dreamt of since she learned about Spanish art in high school. She must’ve told Matty a hundred times about the art in Barcelona and all her favorite artists in Spain.

“Very real, baby… Hopefully you like that specific piece. I thought it had a cool energy to it and matched some of your work. What with the the hands and semi-heart above them.. Plus it’s from the 60s which I remember you always saying was one of your favorite decades in art!” He scratches the back of his neck as he rambles and tries to remember what she’s told him over the years and the information the seller gave him.

“Matty… Les Mains is one of my favorite pieces of art like ever… You’re insane oh my god! I love you and thank you thank you thank you, Handsome!!” She runs into his arms, still clutching the piece of paper in her hand. She knocks him back at first from the force of the hug, but quickly his arms wrap around her waist and he kisses her head.

“Love you too, baby. Can’t believe I am lucky enough to spoil you for the rest of my life and have you forever.”

“Me neither, Handsome.. and for the record, having you as my husband is the greatest gift I will ever receive.”

“Couldn’t agree more, Wife.” He kisses her again and in that moment it feels like time and the world ceases to exist. Just him and Nora in Barcelona… husband and wife.

#the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy fluff #drew’s writing :) #matty x nora #an encounter #HONEYMOONERS BABY #theyre so stinking cute omfg

[rearte2]

Manolo Valdes - Retrato de Mujer, 2003

[voyons-voir]

Valdes, Manolo (1942- ) - 2006 Double Image

[thunderstruck9]

Manolo Valdés (Spanish, 1942), untitled, 2006. Collage and graphite on paper, 100 x 71 cm.

#manolo valdés #spanish art #manolo valdes #bottle #perfume bottle #scent bottle #chanel

[desanuviando]

Check out Manolo Valdés, Blue Butterflies (2016), From Opera Gallery

[awutar]

Enrique Guzman assures that he would not stick his hands in the fire for Veronica Castro after rumors of harassment of minors

Enrique Guzman assures that he would not stick his hands in the fire for Veronica Castro after rumors of harassment of minors

Many celebrities have shown their support for Veronica Castro after she was singled out for apparently having raunchy conversations with minors. Lucila Mariscal, Dulce, Marcos Valdes, Manolo Caro have been some of the celebrities who have said they support it. Nevertheless, Enrique Guzman He is not one of them, since when they asked him about it, he specified that he would not stick his hands in…

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[ricmdesign]

Loving the layering of the Manolo Valdes Sculpture and the Robb Wynne glass drops. The texture of the embroidered grasscloth is visible through the glass. The sum of the parts is what makes the whole. #littlerickyrecommends #richardmishaandesign @manolovaldes @wynne_rob @philipjeffreydesign https://www.instagram.com/p/CezyldZoq4WnoH8Nz4FykcZfhISzjmi8YlZv7A0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[disease]

MANOLO VALDÉS / “UNTITLED” / 1998 [oil and mixed media on burlap | 180 x 148 cm.]

“I am just a narrator who comments on the history of painting in various ways, using new materials: it is like a game that consists of changing the code and the key to the artwork… Many of my colours, materials and textures are the product of relived experiences of other masters. My painting involved much reflection.” —M.V.

#u #manolo valdés #manolo valdes #fauvism #portrait #mixed media #painting #90s #contemporary art #spanish #art