Al Sur Del Tiempo (South of Time)

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In the early 60s (the decade of the utopian assault on the sky) between September and October of 1964 in the context of profound collapse of paradigms, is based in the town of El Tigre, Anzoategui FREE WORKSHOP ART the product the concerns of people from this city and initiative of some students of the School of Art Armando Reveron of the City of Barcelona, ​​who wanted to make this space (El Tigre) a decent place to live, a decent place to fight and create; more than foreign companies, oil fields, brothels and bars. This need for collective and public approach led to cultural authorities granted minimal resources and name two alumni artists Armando Reveron School to assume the development of this workshop. Those young people (Eduardo Eduardo Lezama and Latouche) on previous occasions had traveled to the land on their own, as a way of showing their work as students, they were hit by the spell of light, and the surreal in this town, these together with other young artists, poets, theater people had made cultural outlets in some populations of southern Anzoategui (El Tigre, Cantaura, Anaco, San Mateo) showing their artwork and sharing their creative visions and feedback to the inhabitants of those lands. They assumed this task as the destination of life. The intention then was to provide this space (El Tigre) formation of an area of ​​plastic, to transcend its target, crossroads oil fields and brothels.

El Tigre, crossroads, is located in the middle of the vast plain of the Bureau of Guanipa and has been inhabited since ancient times by our Indigenous Kariñas heirs of the Caribbean country, one group of people (and the missions that came and went in different seasons ) which until then had lived permanently in these areas, was the birthplace of this town, at the time that he begins the drill by the Mene Grande Oil Company (MGO) of its first well, named OFFICE No. 1, the day February 23, 1933. The first steps of his life, were generated entoces shuddering under the rafters and the glaze of the natives of Chamariapa Kariñas who prefigured this destination in the myth of Che-It-I, representing the Caribbean Princess with his blood the oil according to the myth would awaken from their slumber under insesante noise of drilling rigs wound their sacred land and the cries of the workers and foremen of the company Yankee, who busily seeking their coveted bitumen strange devices.

Here in this magical and earthy, world of light and wind, here in this savanna was conceived people the miracle of poetic creation and plastic. Children and young people of that time, took to the FREE ART WORKSHOP El Tigre, many of them were children of oil workers who had immigrated to this land in search of prosperity and employment. These budding artists took this experience their fundamental tools and brush each sought his own way, each started their own voice and said in all the mystery grew roots that penetrated the earth, not to exploit the wealth behind, but to feed in reverse with its fruit creator this space. Most of these artists have achieved recognition at regional, national and international, but all sleeping in the consciousness of most Venezuelans who ignore these troubles and adventures of creation.

Today 2009, 45 years of his gesture, his brushes continue speaking, not delivered to forget, or imposes market trends and styles that sets standards, often living with other life forms to survive the indifference of the metropolis and sacred spaces and curators who are not prejudiced in their vision flipped his gaze towards other creative potential.

This document is intended as a contribution to the rescue of that memory, that gives us identity, a commitment infinite faith in art as a weapon of liberation of the people, the thirst to subvert reality, not with gestures or speeches, if not happy homelands buildings, where we all sang without sorrow or anguish. SOUTH OF TIME is that, a visual contribution to the inquiry required of a small part of this history, the ancestral culture of the oil, its creatures and its artists.


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