ABSTRACT

AQUEOUS

ARTWORKS

BIOGRAPHY

DANIELLE DEGARIE

DOROTA KOZINSKA

ERICK ALLEN

FERTILITY DANCES

LÚDICA

marianne tolentino

DELIRIUMS OF LÚDICA

STEPHEN D.KAPLAN

ERICK ALLEN

SCOTT DUPERRON

STEPHEN D.KAPLAN

 

 

 

LOS CUENTOS DE UREÑA RIB

LA INICIACIÓN

CELAJES

PULPO A LA GALLEGA

LA PORTEÑA

VIENTOS DEL NORTE

LA VINDICACIÓN DE OMAR

CELAJES

EL ABRAZO

LA TORRE VIGILADA

LA SOLUCIÓN EN EL OMBLIGO

SALAMANDRA

EL NAHUAL

MALENAMORADA

 

DOMINICAN ART AND LITERATURE

 

FLORA

A SHORT STORY BY

FERNANDO UREÑA RIB

 

FLORA

A short story by Fernando Ureña Rib

 

Tomorrow will be the happiest day of my life. I will marry Flora!  I will finally be able to love that athletic body which I’ve looked at so many times, enthralled, since my adolescence. No longer will my heart cherish that horrible mixture of pleasure and fear that I experienced when seeing her leap from the high trapeze. No longer will I feel the anger when seeing her perform her acrobatic jumps with Ramón, who, smiling, would embrace her as both fell on the net.

It’s true that Flora’s appearance has deteriorated.   Her hands are now calloused and her arms look flaccid. But she will no longer live that boisterous and depraved life of clowns, dwarves and contortionists of the circus. When Ramón died, (I, myself, loosened the ends of the ropes that would hold him up) Flora fell into a deep depression and there was no dwarf, monkey or clown who could make her laugh.

I was always by her side, I must say, although that was not within my duties. I was in charge of getting rid of the stench of the animals. Touring hours were long and exhausting, in isolated villages of Minas Gerais and in the towns surrounding the Paraná River, where it was impossible to understand the vastness of Brazil. I would get up at dawn to bathe and clean up shit from the elephants and Bengal tigers as well as feed hungry tigers, monkeys, parrots and falcons. Of course, nobody would pay attention to my miserable and insignificant work, least of all Flora who would be the last to notice me as she, in her splendor was desired by everyone around her. Ah!...she had been born to be an entertainer. She could sing and dance and was like a juggler who does not know the horrors of fear.

And it was because of that fear that I went to see Madame Alphonsine one day. She is a juggler-conjuror and palmistry reader who worked at one of the booths placed at the entrance to the big tent. She took my hands in an expectant silence, looked up, looked me straight in the eyes and just said with remarkable emphasis: “You have to break down the wall that prevents your happiness.” She took my coins and said no more. But I understood. Ramón had to be overthrown, destroyed. This acrobat, trapeze worker and animal trainer held me in contempt and was the cause of my suffereings. All I had to do was loosen the knots on the net and wait for Ramón to collapse after one of his arrogant somersaults from the high trapeze.

I took advantage of those days when there was great turmoil between Ramón and Flora caused by a gorgeous, invertebrate female contortionist.(newcomer to the circus?) I discretely prepared everything to make the collapse look like an accident or a suicide. It was the last show and just before the curtain fell, the drums thundered in suspense and the announcer, after a chilling silence, prompted a cry of expectation to the audience. Ramón himself had asked him to announce something new, something never seen before. As if swallowing his voice in an unusual solemnity and stressing the syllables of his speech he exclaimed, “Ladies and Gentlemen, please listen attentively and keep a respectful silence. Everyone will now watch Ramón Urrutia’s great mortal somersault after performing three rounds in the air. “

As it was in those distant places, there was no one to claim or honour the body of Ramón, I, myself, had to slaughter the trainer, feeding his flesh to the voracious appetite of the tigers. I promised Flora that I would take care of her, that I would be her support and comfort and that I would never leave her. That’s why tomorrow will be the happiest day of my life. I am free of fear and Flora will marry me!



By Fernando Ureña Rib

Translation Margarita Cárcamo

 


THE SUSPENDED BREATH 

FERNANDO UREÑA RIB

DANIELLE DEGARIE

 

 

The curve, the luster, the transparency of glass that provokes the desire to touch, to penetrate, to caress...Why? In what mix of impression, discovery and research serve?

I was deeply troubled by these images in movement, which I experienced in the universe of Fernando Ureña Rib. Perpetual sculpted spaces, open spaces, folded, contoured, projected. A world of soft forms, polishes, infinities open to multiple dimensions provoking one to touch.

The texture skin of canvas, of sculpture of the Dominican artist reflects self. Continuously tempted to place one hand on the curve, and follow the lines. What is the aftertaste or rather the before taste of the dream that escaped me?

The desire that never ceases to renew itself, allows oneself to fulfill the adventure.

Concerning the organic forms we question ourselves: are they flowers, shells, fruits of the sea or women? The most representative figures were a couple enlaced together on horseback, always, the blues, the ochre's, and the orange. Creating a magic moment where time is suspended.

A breath of life and intimacy surprises you, forcing you to stop. His images are always fluid, melting, free of constraints, crossing boundaries of rigid spaces and fixed ideas.

Curious, sensitive, indulgent, deeply intense, of perseverance, of conviction and desire, that is how I would briefly describe the artist that I've met.

Those imaginative worlds freed from the pressures of imitation and representation, having their own magic, impregnated with the spontaneous associations of dreams, those imaginative worlds are organized on canvas and paper...as in the work of Fernando Ureña Rib. So we reaffirm that the artist in his last metamorphoses has evolved a fantastic surrealism. This is an open face of youthful maturity susceptible of other unsuspected evolutionary solutions.

DANIELLE DEGARIE

Montreal


 

 

 

Ureña Rib has seen his work exhibited around the World and holds a prominent position on the Art scene in his own country, but he admits to be particularly drawn to Montreal, which he visits annually. Renting a studio in the downtown Belgo Building, he immerses himself enthusiastically in the creative and diverse atmosphere of Montreal producing here his works.

FERNANDO URENA RIB

ART STUDIO

 

 

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