Th hunt for the frozen wolf. Says the owner of reserve in the North of Spain that not long ago he hunted a wolf. In the good times, the animal had been dissected or maybe thrown in the waste.Today th scarce specimen and illegal ended his days in a freezer Cheste. If important people come to hunt, we take it out of the freezer the day befote and we tell them : Look what we killed yesterday. It´s what they want to see. As soon as the urbanisation of Spain comes, nature becomes more and more confined Each time th epopulation living in the city is increasing, , where all the work is concentrated and the economic activity If one stay sin the countryside, the countryside will never be his. It is necessary to emigrate to the city to conquer it. But once you are in the city, the vision changes. You have the job, the Money the wellbeing but you begin to miss something. The conquest of the countryside becoems the conquest of a romantic ideal. The countryside that wants the city is not a saving place, nor agricultural. It is a theme park that represnts the countryside and that which one cant getto consume the authentic. The rural houses becime stronger to seem more rural, the cheeses very artesan, they give names to things and places that did not have them, and the people of the city relieve to remember things that were in lives or previous generations. The fight with natureis one of the things that makes man man. For the urbanite that can pass years without ever seeing the animals that he eats, but just muscles and fillets, the act/facto f killing an animal toe at it supposes a contact with reality slmost traumatic but emocional/exciting/arousing. That is life. (It´s life. To be able tos ay. I killed it. Of course, for that theme Parks also exist. A hunting reserve is not a saving? Mountain where aun deer stay. Its a private and fenced space where they breed deer and offer them toe at all through the year. When the hunting Seaton arrives, the urbanite will come from the city and in his 4 by 4 with seats of leather in search if his experieince. He is left to carry for the blood and the coarse environment that surrounds the hunting brings him back that which he had lost: to be from the ´pueblo. With the shotgun in hand, The Spaniard from the village that conquered the city remembres that he is still a man, that he can survive. Then he makes his Photo with the frozen wolf and returns back to the top with his 4 by 4 without losing the Keeling of having found what he had come for. In his shining gaze the dogs jealous who drunk of blood , they know to enjoy like crazy.

Much is said of the canon of beauty, of its standards, and this talk is in reality of an offical style, unique with references imposed by magazines.
But ultimately beauty is a virtue that comes from birth. You have it or you don´t and, today when someone tries to transform themselves under the knife, they risk becoming a freak of design.
One of the people I painted told me ´´beauty is self esteem.it´s to see yourself as beautiful, no one else.. Accepting therefore that there is no more valid aesthetic judgment than another, in "Beauty of the Barrio" I dispense with my prejudices and I look for the beauty from a criteria alien to mine. I forget my assumptions, determined by the commercial filters of the advertising machine, and try to arrive at the interior of the person inviting her to be beautiful, to show her own idea of beauty: the beauty that wants to project onto its environment, in its neighborhood. The beauty one wants to see reflected in the mirrors of their house.