GORRITI

Published by DEIA, June 9, 2011





I remember a very special visit to one of the most authentic people that I know.
It was cool outside. It was autumn, a luminous day of those but humid at the same time, the ones that I like, with the aroma of the wooden smoke coming out from the chimney. The Malloak in front, as if of a giant-sized painting in three dimensions we talked about and at the front door of his home, its owner, Juan Gorriti, sculptor, painter and a thousand things more, but above all owner of his own destiny like few I have known.
I greet him with a strong hug and after a long and amusing chat he invites me in to taste the beans his wife has prepared. Everything next to Gorriti tastes different; he has the pleasure of what's sincere. A slug of wine, a couple of fried eggs and one already forgets about the problems of the city, hastes, paperwork...
Gorriti is a man with a special magic, with the wisdom of a farm man and the most creative artists' talent. A human being that, unlike other ones, expresses what he feels bluntly, in a natural way. Always it is said that artists receive infinity of influences and I believe that in the case of Gorriti those influences are mutual because anyone that has talked with him or has seen his artworks realizes that inspires life in all that he touches and converts the common, the normal in something with proper and different personality.
I am fascinated with his vision of what surrounds him: “Our villages and farmhouses, mountains, forests, all that surrounds us are big art galleries... ” Their art, their talent, are an accurate reflection of their philosophy of life, without internal wars obscuring their existing, letting oneself get carried away by what is born inside, without filters. And, curiously, that seems the less risky for us all, I believe is what really satisfies him, turning his gaze into something clean and in peace.
All that wraps him up is susceptible to be a part of his art although, particularly, I am delighted with what one is capable of achieving with wood, creating, like Mother Nature, transforming.

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