by Eva Bosch | Feb 10, 2012 | Poems, Reflexions on work process
Escorcolls al taller 3.11.98 Suspirs engarjolats en una estancia mentre el negre cobreix el tronja, en realitat es blau… Magia del color que juga a ser paraula i es perd baixan els esgraons de la Torre de Babel Dolç noi de rínxols atzabeja i pell de nacre Et...
by Eva Bosch | Feb 10, 2012 | History
by Eva Bosch | Jan 29, 2012 | Articles
There was a time when fish could fly and birds could live inside the sea. Water was hot and fire was cold and the body of the earth was made of a transparent substance and heavy clouds. Around the earth creatures lived, they flew and swam. They sang to the tune of the...
by Eva Bosch | Jan 29, 2012 | Articles
I do have a few ideas borne from experiencing my chaotic passions and I often think that being a Spaniard, a woman and a painter I mirror myself very much in Picasso’s character, hence why I have attempted to say something about him and his work. During my formative...
