There is an art that pretends to be artistic, as well as an art that simply neither knows nor desires to be anything other than what it is… art. Art just because, art without more. We could make a similarity with gold; There are 18, 22, 24 carats… and I will say that, like gold, in the history of bullfighting there have also been bullfighters of different carats. There have been 18, 22, but 24 carats, in my opinion, only Belmonte, Cagancho, Curro Puya, Curro Romero and Rafael de Paula have owned them. And no one is in charge here. No one is to blame for being born or not born with it. And there is an art that we see, as well as an art that makes us see, I wrote in my book ‘Quejíos’, and it is that which makes us see that reaches the highest meaning of seized and indelible culture. Reality transcended to another nature of its own, so intimate and solitary, that it seems to us like gold still in the raw. It is that other reality that takes you to other places, when what matters the least is what is done, because what is truly unprecedented is how it is done. And in that aspect in painting is what Velázquez and Van Gogh told us, just as in music there are those Mozart and Beethoven. I will say that of those that I have seen and heard, only in Curro and Rafael has this pseudo-miracle of that which makes us see with the eyes of the soul, the magical anointing of catharsis, occurred. And that includes both the anger and the clamor, the thunderous failure or the goosebumps for not believing we see the beauty we contemplate. And it is in that not believing what we see, what we see best over time. The rawness of the spirit that surpasses the flesh like the nails did with Christ on the cross. That which so often surpasses the eyes of the ignorant. The light of Curro Romero is protected by his intimate symphony with time, because although it is true that man cannot stop time, he can make time pass through himself. Make him an accomplice, as Curro did with the bull, when at the bullring he whispered the secret of his mystery, in a measured, fiery and almost silent way. And in art nothing is totally true and nothing is totally a lie. Or put another way, art is lying by telling your great truth. Your only truth. That truth is the concern of a mystery that, on the other hand, is never fully revealed, since it jealously guards an ultimate feeling in its meanderings. To say bullfighting, as Curro has said, is to feel the feeling, which is emotionally heard inside. The music that does not know music, and that in its very quejío continues to shudder when it is known that that memory and nostalgia continues to fight as an allegory of all times.
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