With a particular interest for the classical Greek culture, which influenced him, one day Gonzalo Bčnard sets off for Tibet, where, in a school monastery of painting and philosophy, "empties the bowl" as much as he can and learns the simplicity of the stroke and colour. The symbology of life in a minimal concept. The essence. The full colour in a graceful stroke.

With an alliance of semen and colours —he identifies himself, he rebirths himself, he recycles himself—, he brings us in his paintings his own peace of mind, his humour, the sensitivity which is so peculiar to him. He brings us and paints us a self honesty which he lives, being conscious of the world, happily and ironically. In his paintings, he always leaves hidden-text. He goes beyond the strokes. He enjoys himself as much as he enjoys art, the smell of wood, the touch of skin, the warmth of bodies, the coldness of glass. As much as he enjoys sex.

From entire men in wooden skin to the transparency of their lines, they play themselves with their own shadows. Or with their body. In their body. To their body. Physical. Mental. Sensible. Sexual.

Gonzalo Bčnard’s paintings sometimes disturb for their serenity. He heats with blood. He illuminates with saffron. He gives basis with sea. He brings us male nakedness. Without shame. Without covers. Because men have nose and penis and hands and feet. Because men think and love and walk. Because men are all complete without taking out parts. Because men are born this way, from semen. His semen. My semen.
 

Apple Pie
Why the apple? Why the pleasure? What’s a sin? Why the fear of sin, of having sensations, of having pleasure? And nobody admits it…

Painting gives me a huge pleasure. Almost as much as writing. Almost as much as eating delicious apple pie. Almost as much as leaving and taking a walk without thinking. Almost as much as … making love? But love is not something you can do. You give? You receive? You share?

And nobody admits it…

Love gives pleasure. And it’s human. From anyone to anybody else. Love and be loved in return. But love also brings envy, from which nobody knows how to escape from their own insecurity. From their own social prejudices. Who doesn’t know how to love, is envious of who knows. Of who loves. More than that, from who shows with honesty that they love and who they love. And nobody admits it…

Because of that we become greedy of our own love. With fears. We love under masks. We have pleasure apart from society. The society which gives birth to us, which makes us grow, which gives us maturity. Which is not always our own maturity but the one they want us to live. And nobody admits it…

In Buddhism there are no sins. There are 3 poisons, sometimes very tempting, represented by the peacock, the snake and the pig: greed, hatred and ignorance. In Catholicism there are the 7 we all know. But there are virtues as well: generosity, chastity, patience, temperance, charity, diligence… and humility. And humility is to recognize that each one of us is not more than a sinner, that we live in sin and are nothing.

However the sin of lots of people is basically their own existence. Existing in ignorance, existing in the poison that is sometimes so tempting. And nobody admits it… See “Babette’s Feast”… the pleasure of giving pleasure. The pleasure of making others “sin”… for love.

But here there is no feast. Just a desire to share art work. Honest work.

When I chose models, normal people, happy without prejudices, I took the best they offered: character, personality, expression, movement, lines. Within the theme of working, I followed what came before. So, there’s an honest logic, a continued work. The person and not the body. The body and not the sexuality. The purity and not the perverse. As I told already in some interviews, I’m not gay when I paint male nudes, nor heterosexual when I paint female nudes and even less zoophile when I paint animal nudes. I just paint. There’s no sexuality in what I paint. And each piece of the body that I paint is part of the same nature.

The different techniques of the paintings are chosen by the artist. The artist chooses what he thinks could be the best technique to express what he wants to share. So, the diversity in painting, to share information and to feel. The famous freedom of expression.

And if we reinvent sin?

Is it not more sinful to be ignorant? To have prejudices which castrate us? To renounce life… while we’re still alive? Is it not ignorance who leads us to a mental castration? Thought so… ignorance leads us to prejudice, to stupidity, to incomplete judgments, to think that we are the owners of the absolute truth, to the failure to recognize that one is ignorant, to superficiality, to envy, to greed, to false ego, to unhappiness, to a lack of values, to a lack of objectives. And nobody admits it…

I’m free! I’m the owner of my pleasure. Of my pleasure of painting. Of being happy. Of living. Of loving… I admit it! And that’s why I paint. And that’s why I share my pleasure…
 
 

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