When a painting of Carlos Luna is contemplated for the first time, its volumetric paradox assails and enhances the bi-
Would it be too evident to relate this volumetry, this authentic captive turgidity to Cuba’s insularity, both to “the damned circumstance of the water everywhere” as the painter expresses it in one of his works, as well as to his people’s confinement, manifested by this recurrent figure of an airplane – always an airplane from Cubana de Aviación Company – that crosses the skies of his paintings? It is too obvious but possible. This plastic captivity sensation, perpetually emancipating, can also be found with several tints in the work of other exiled Cubans, such as Jose Bedia and Segundo Planes. On Carlos Luna’s paintings the figures of fractionated limbs suggest marionettes – and let us remember that one of the greatest topics of the marionette is the contradiction between its dream of liberty and the subjugation to which it is submitted.
The dynamic fragmentation of Carlos Luna’s figures, although it flaunts the joints and articulations of the marionette, it keeps relation, of course, to the futuristic iconoclasm and to other avant-
In this way the painter is presenting a “sociality”. Whether as the background of undercover desperation after sexual feat, whether as idiocy or madness that reach esthetic redemption or as a yearning and a premonition that project through a medium across light cones which appear from the women’s eyes, on Carlos Luna’s painting there is an invitation to get acclimatized to the world’s vision that arises from his reference social group between the margins of the obligatory civil life. Cuba is next to its nature, curse, rare harmony and genius. The personages of these paintings sprout eminently from a biographic background.
Carlos Luna was born on January 2nd 1969 in San Luis, a tobacco-
The painter’s eye took root in this wonderful and sexual micro-
This forum that effectively adopts features of a puppet show keeps a key of cultural richness lived like a show. Cuba appears on the pictorial work of Carlos Luna as a great theater and in his memory of artist there are many stages, cockfight arenas and platforms that are intercrossing. His very sharp conscience of social theater surely comes from the resource towards entertainment that in Cuba acquires intensive education proportions. Being student of art schools, the painter must obligatory attend classes during years, every week, several days a week, ballet, concerts, music contests, theater contests. There he met heaven and hell of masterful and detestable shows. With time, theater by obligation saturated him. No more concerts, shows, not even the circus. Intensive education acquires indoctrination shimmers. It has to be added to this, the great political theater of “revolutionary acts” staged every Friday under the sun at elementary schools, the theater of multitudinous meetings mended with endless discourses and the reunions of the Revolutionary Defense Committee hatched with good faith blackmail and espionage. The modest puppet stage that Carlos Luna admired in his childhood comes out from his memory, almost defensively, and one of the personages, the old man who told lies, was a parody of Fidel Castro. The hero merges and confuses with the buffoon. The great purity reveals into great deformation, the historic feat is also a great charade, the civil and disciplinary order of everyday life does not result anything but a controlled disorder.
Controlled disorder? Since 1992 Carlos Luna settled in Mexico and he found a propitious working environment in the City of Puebla de los Angeles. In contrast to Cuba, where sensuality takes possession in daily life, in the Mexican High Plateau this one tends to hide. The Mexican dissimulates and attacks, he is reserved and violent, his hypocrisy still translates the formalities from the novo Hispanic court culture. In Puebla, Carlos Luna found alternate theater where sexual matters are always latent, enclosed behind the walls of private matters but insinuated by heavy silences, circulating under the table. Puebla, a baroque city by excellence, fulfills with inverted reflexes such controlled disorder that Carlos Luna brought from Cuba.
On his paintings, the space of this disorder, latent and emergent, founds often manifestation in images of a swollen vegetal nature of genital contours. The plants crack the earth with their roundness. Agitated dialogues are held between a weed and another one, which are testicles and glans penis with teats and huge buttocks. It is the “manigua”, a hot and fertile foliage. Yes, it is the “manigua” of Wifredo Lam, the same one that was praised by the surrealists and from which Pierre Mabilled exclaimed: “ it evokes an universe where trees, flowers, fruits and spirits cohabitate thanks to the dance … life bursts everywhere, free, dangerous, emerging from the most exuberant vegetation, ready for all mixtures, all transmutations, all possessions …”1 Nature where the animism retrieves its full image, but at the same time a creation of the sociality around.
Suddenly, a seminal liquid flows out from the bulb of one of these flowers. The “manigua” has dyed red. The spirit is carnal. Anything that is votive matches up with intemperance. The manigua embodies on the painting of Carlos Luna this genetic and lustful atmosphere that is breathed in Cuba. On the other hand, it is the image of the native land evoked from exile. Severo Sarduy made the best recreation that I know of this animist jungle, precisely desde el recuerdo (from remembrance), and I copy a fragment from it:
All what is straight – cane tubes, long legs without knees, arms’ cylinder – breaks into a curve: buttocks, liana, hammock and the trajectory across the sky from the diurnal moon.
All is ephemeral like the pass of a bird and however fixed, motionless in the dense air, in the insular calmness of midday.
Or not. A light tremor, a swinging in the swollen leaves, green and white, from the yagruma, in the strong flowers that drip a transparent and purple slobber, in the red lines of drunken logs. Something is moving, something is happening: the wind, the getaway of a slave, the menace of open scissors.[1]
As producer and illuminator of this great theater, Carlos Luna establishes through the color’s temperature not only psychic states but also he releases real synesthesias. In this way, in the extensive series of canvas dedicated to the rooster’s figure, also made with volutes of masculine genitals, the chromaticism often produces the crowing effect: as per red, blue, yellow or green tonalities – and with the resonance that the space geometry designs – the spectator listens to the quality of the crowing according to the time of the day. The rooster, which indicates the time, is also a kind of stage director. He is the light in some kind of way. He blends with the sun. He is a creator. He is a macho, the master of the henhouse. He is the bird of plenitude. But, damn it! In spite of everything, he is a bird that does not fly. To which spectacle is he introducing us, but to that one of the human condition that becomes bitterly aware of itself?
Because he is playing here a life experience. Among the popular amusements that marked the painter’s childhood are the cockfights in first place, which he attended and they were not legal, indeed. In the town of San Luis there were seven “vallas” or cockfights arenas. When he was a boy, Carlos Luna was enthusiastic about fighting cocks. He bred, trained and watched how cocks fought. This passion translates into his superb birds.
This is a story. Once, an encounter between families was being agreed. Everyone knew that on Sunday a cockfight would take place, but no one denounced it. In order to get to the cockfight arena, one had to leave the town and made a long journey trough the woods and its rough paths, through the most intricate zones of the manigua, obeying an impulse of tense and festive secrecy. One had to pay to attend the cockfight arena, meanwhile some watchmen watched from the top of a hill in case the police could approach.
At the upper part of a ranch, hidden in the foliage, there was a big circular pit excavated in the earth. The attendants placed themselves around it. In order to resist the intense heat during the fight, the pit was filled with ice blocks. The ice was covered then with sack blankets and fleshy leaves of guano (palm) were extended on the jute. Sawdust and straw from the rice grinding were then scattered on them. The roosters fought there, on the circle that was one meter beneath the floor level. The fights were occasion of terrible relieves where social fury and impotence sprouted before political repression. But after a while, the people shared a friendly way. When the fight was over, the cockfight arenas were camouflaged covering them with boards and guano. The government knew well about the cockfight arenas, but they were one of the illegal places that were not much intervened by the authorities.
The cockfight arena gives also shape to this sociality taken to the theater. By means of the rooster’s figure, Carlos Luna first told local stories on his paintings without painting the specific protagonists. Afterwards, the painter began to talk about himself when the figure was made complex and changed into rooster-
The social function of show business is clarified very soon as a mediation of the conflict. Carlos Luna remembers that the curious festive institution of his hometown San Luis keeps: “On Wednesdays, Bolero”, the day when the town gets together in the Culture House in order to sing. One by one, the amateurs – who are not others than the neighbors – climb up the stage. A mesh protects them, because if their melody and intonation are not pleasant, shoes rain along with booing. There, the ladies take revenge on their husbands, dirty linen is ventilated and contrarieties are adjusted. If the public show business doesn’t solve the social conflict at least it canalizes such conflict to an alternate representation. On the painting of Carlos Luna, with drop curtains, decorations and focal illumination, the spectator contemplates allegorical episodes of this town of San Luis.
We already mentioned on previous paragraphs that in the marionette tradition a metaphor is played between the dream of liberty and submission to reality. This is the great myth of the articulated puppet. Maybe the most famous version would be Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi: the puppet moves away from the classic automaton (those mechanical wonders which produce the impression of being endowed with autonomous movement) in order to act by himself with all will and caprice. Pinocchio is a rebel puppet. He is playful, disobedient, liar; he does not conform to the role of exemplary hero. He liberates himself from his creator’s yoke, what puppets dreamt many times. The personages of Carlos Luna participate in this boasting rebelliousness, in this irreducibility. They resist being puppets.
It is worth vindicating the puppet and remembering that the marionette theater was for the painting one of the vital sources of the first Picasso’s iconography, which the young artist from Malaga witnessed repeatedly at “Els Quatre Gats” in Barcelona and whose wooden puppets were related to Pierrot and Harlequin. And of course, the cinema is not foreign to this stage. See for example Carlos Luna’s rooster-
Charlot was undoubtedly one of the inspirers of the avant-
It seems that the Guajiro Compaysico, armed with his machete, doesn’t have anything to do with the pacific Charlot. But let us remember that the cinema mime used also his cane as a weapon. Both personages send us necessarily to puppets that used a garrote to take the law into their own hands. In 1895 a chronicler transcribed the blows that a marionette called “Cristobita” gave with a stick during a puppet show, in the following way: “The heroes of dramas that fill up the scene today, solve the most unsolvable problems making use of a dagger, sword, poison or revolver. Cristobita uses a stick. The club which he uses to crush his impertinent creditors, false friends, the unfortunate one who poses his eyes on his wife, all those who confront him with actions and words... If he loses his head, neither civil power nor military power mean anything to him.”[2]
Turning to the marionette in order to talk about the human condition and about man’s freedom is very ancient. This appears in Plato already. In his “allegory in the cavern” he uses the theme of Puppet Theater to talk about the perception of reality. If a group of men chained from their legs and necks since they were kids, impeded to turn around, would always contemplate the shadows cast on the wall of some figures that are on a stage behind their backs, they would think that this is reality. (La República, 514-
There is a submission image in marionettes but there is also a way of liberation. What is there in Carlos Luna’s theater of painting that appeals so much to contemporary man?
The invisible artist is one of the wonderful themes of the puppets’ world. Who is the one behind the curtain, the one who moves the wires; whose hand gives life to the puppet? When the puppet show is over, the invisible artist comes out of the forum to receive applause. The effect could not be more disappointing. The public expects maybe that the puppeteer resembles his puppets, as if the God of that world should be made according to the image and resemblance of his creatures. But he is not, not entirely. This disappointment is the show’s end and it covers the puppet theater with a particular nobility: the artist on showing himself as he is, he is revealing a fundamental key of art, the wakefulness.
The theater’s wakefulness: the painting of Carlos Luna.
Mexico, DF October, 2001
[1] Severo Sarduy, “La jungla”, El Cristo de la rue Jacob, en Obra completa, t. I, Madrid, Galaxia Gutenberg, Col. Archivos, pp. 73-
[2] J. Gestoso y Pérez, art. cit. in Francisco Porras, Titelles: Teatro popular, Madrid, Editora Nacional, 1981, p. 216. back
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