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Amsterdam Part 3- 50 Hygiëaplein, Amsterdam

This stage is the last stage in Holland for them as of now… They lived here for almost 5 years. These years I was in Los Angeles really starting my family, getting married, and on my way to my second child…my special little guy DJ. During this time Maron painted a lot and did some incredible work. I will share with you a series that is so beautiful, it is a true favorite phase in his art…

The Guardian –

My father always paints what he sees…sometimes it can be just something that is there and catches his eye or he may set up a whole montage. This piece “The Guardian” is one of those accidental moments that were just there…I recall seeing when I visited them how he kept his paintings in the studio stacked like this leaning against the wall with a nice sheet over them for protection.

The Autumn Leaves –

Such beauties these are. A picture can only show so much!

Lee’s Bouquet –

This one was for my lovely cousin Lee who I love dearly. She fell in love with it and had to have it. Through the years she has acquired some beautiful pieces for her collection of his work.

Oh my…honestly! Beautiful, color, dimension and just every sense it envelops you into…

Here the Master at work…

Painting…Love the black & white

There it is…Marvelous                                                                                – Flowers on Flowers

Oh this one in person is so captivating! I wish you could see this painting in person… that shall come my friends, soon! OK back to the virtual Gallery

This is the one for me…this is one is for me simply incredible and I love it.

Painting mama’s vase…still has this vase and yes it is a beauty

Here he is painting the book and this one as well is amazing in person…(well they all are)

Isn’t she awe inspiring? I have that vase now, so lovely.

Truly enjoy this one…Quite genius                                                 – Dream – The Painters Raft

Inspired by Canaletto - The 2 together look amazing on a wall ;)

Dream…Night at the Opera

Yep! That’s where it is…

WOW! I mean honestly…special piece, very special

We end the post this time with a special painting, this is sea salt from Cadiz. When he went to visit my uncle Manolo in Spain he got this salt from Cadiz which is a very special salt. When you go to a restaurant this is how they bring your salt to the table. My father also recalls this is the type of salt that Abuelo (my Grandpa) would use to cook with, pescado frito etc…

Guys this is a joy to share with you and there is more to come, thank you for continuing with me and please feel free to check him out on these links:

His Blog

His Books

His Flickr Gallery

Also keep up with what my talented mother Willy van Rooy is doing here.

Love & Peace!


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Los Angeles -Part 4. Cambridge St. and “La Corona Roja” exhibition

Now we go to a different part of this great city, Maron returns from the Canary Islands and we live in LA; Venice & Western on Cambridge…BEAUTIFUL big house, 2 stories and completely redone inside with dark wood floors and a piece we loved which was an old school white heavy double oven stove. So let’s take a short tour…

The studio

the downstairs living room.

This was the dining area…to the right you would be in the kitchen & to the left you had my mother’s studio; behind was the living room that you saw above, lovely.

Upstairs studio where Maron did his work, to the right was their bedroom and across the hall there was the main bathroom with a great cast iron tub…God I loved that house, if I could get it today! You can see on the easel the becoming of “The Shroud”

The Shroud. This painting he did for Piero Di Pasquale, a friend who was a reporter of RAI TV in Italy as he was doing a piece on the subject. This painting was amazing and is admired.








Portrait of Piero                                                    Portrait of Krista, his girlfriend and child actor

And their doggie…what a face!

Flowers for Piero

Also upon his return from Canary Islands he was invited to take part in a group exhibition in the museum of modern Art in Las Palmas; “La Corona Roja”, all about volcanoes. He himself did not go there but the painting was picked up  and later returned, then sold to Douglas Bergeron and Vibeke Knudsen here in LA.

I will show you some beauties that he did while in LA.


My Spider plant (Willy’s)

The Potatoes

Now I want to show you some things that have to do with the Volcano exhibition

Red Crown”

About the Volcano

The Cock’s crest, 1996 – Oil on Canvas

Here it is close up…it is so majestic!

Here is his info for the Museum…it summarizes what I have been telling you all in this blog ;)

Let’s go back to looking at some pieces while in LA…

Palm Tree LA

This painting was bought by Paula Abdul who my mother styled for some time…she was with Emilio Estevez. I recall meeting him once when they came to our house on Longridge, they were very nice.

The Blue Longridge. I of course love ANY knot he does and very much look forward to his limited edition prints on canvas he is working on…(YES!)

Well my dear friends we once more went on a trip through time and I was able to share the story and art of the unmistakable Maron, my father…until next time stay good!

Check out what my mother is doing during this time HERE

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Los Angeles – part 3 – Exhibition in Canary Islands…Maron’s homeland


“En 1995 fui a Las Palmas y expuse en la galeria Saro Leon, una de las mas prestigiosas galerias de las islas Canarias. Para eso tuve que viajar y llevar los cuadros de Los Angeles a Canarias pasando por Madrid, via Nueva York. El tema de la exposicion fue la serie de alfombras que empeze a pintar en Paris y continue haciendo durante toda la decada de los ochenta y parte de los noventa, esa exposicion era el resultado. Aunque tambien pinte muchos otros cuadros aparte de las alfombras, esta eran parte de una serie sobre el mismo tema. Se podria preguntar porque pintar una alfombra en el suelo y practicamente nada mas, la razon es precisamente para ponerlas en primer plano y no en el fondo como decoracion, y porque son asi algo relegadas cuando en realidad tienen mucho que contar en la historia de la pintura en general, no solo en el arte occidental. Ahora me gustaria narrar un poco la historia, les aseguro que fue una verdadera aventura. Cuando fui de Los Angeles a esas islas en medio del Atlantico cerca de la costa Sahariana, mi querida tierra Canaria, no conocia ni siquiera habia hablado nunca con Saro Leon, solo contaba con la recomendacion de Quico Rivas, importante comisario de exposiciones, que me aseguraba que Saro esta de acuerdo en hacer la exposicion de las Alfombras. Esto lo digo porque aparte de mi nadie sabia nada y si se los dijera tampoco me iban a creer, asi que trate de mantener el proyecto lo mas discretamente posible, solo despues de hablar son Saro, fijado la fecha y empezado los preparativos que fui poniendo los mis mas allegados al corriente. Pero hantes de hablar con Saro pasaron casi dos meses de suspense durante los cuales estuve a punto de perder la la cabeza, pero toda esa historia ya esta escrita y se puede leer en un libro que hice con todas las cartas que le escribia a Willy en Los Angeles y eran diarias. El libro se llama: Viaje a Canarias. Solo decir que gracias a Quico Rivas pude realizar esa exposicion en mi tierra, 30 años despues de Nueva York y para mi mas importante personalmente. Sobre todo por mi madre que ya enferma fue a la galeria donde le hice los honores a puerta cerrada. A Quico Rivas lo conoci en Madrid cuando fui a ver la exposicion homenaje a Alberto Greco, al que conoci en Canarias en el 64 cuando vino invitado por Juan de Prat-Gay. Juan colaboro con Quico en esa importante exposicion que presento en Argentina y Valencia antes de Madrid. Probablemente Juan le hablo favorablemente de mi, y en cierta ocasion Willy invito a Quico a venir a ver mis cuadros, entonces me encargo un retrato de su novia. Por cuestiones de salud Quico se fue a vivir en la isla de La Palma, fue asi que la idea de promover mi exposicion en Canarias surgio. Ahora le paso la batuta a mi hija Alegria. Un saludo a todos;”

English translation

Now in Los Angeles and it was 1995; I was to go do an exhibition in my native land in one of the most prestigious galleries of Canary Islands, in Galeria Saro Leon. For this I had to take the paintings (no easy feat) from Los Angeles to Canary Islands passing by Madrid, via New York. The subject for the exhibition was the series of rugs which I started painting in Paris and continued to do through the 80’s and part of the 90’s, that exhibition was the result. Although I painted many other paintings besides the rugs, these were part of the series of this subject. You could ask, why paint a rug on the floor and practically nothing else; and precisely it is to put them on the forefront and not in the background like decoration, relegated when in reality they have a lot to tell in the history of painting in general, not only in the Occidental art. Now I would like to narrate the story, I can assure you it truly was an adventure. When I went from Los Angeles to the middle of the Atlantic close the Saharan Coast, my beloved Canary land, I did not know nor did I ever speak with Saro Leon; I only had the recommendation of Quico Rivas, important exhibition organizer, who assured me that Saro was on board of the exhibition of the rugs. I tell this because other than myself no one knew anything, and no one would believe me if I told them; so I kept this project very discreet. Only after speaking with Saro, finalizing the date and starting preparations is when I brought those closest to me up to date. But before speaking with Saro 2 moths went by if intense suspense during which time I almost lost my mind, that story has been written in a book of all the diary style letters I wrote to Willy from Canary Islands; The book is called “Viaje a Canarias”

Thanks to Quico Rivas I could come to have an exhibition in my land, 30 years after New York and for me more important personally. Most of all for my already ill mother who I gave special honors before the doors opened to the public. I met Quico Rivas when in Madrid while going to the homage exhibit to Alberto Greco, who I met in Canary in ’64 when he was invited by Juan de Prat-Gay. Juan collaborated with Quico on that important exhibition presented in Argentina & Valencia before Madrid. Juan probably spoke favorably of me to him and at some point Willy invited Quico to come see my work, so he asked me to do a portrait of his girlfriend. Due to his health he went to stay in the island La Palma in Canary. That is how doing the exhibit in Canary Islands came about.

Now I want to briefly tell you about this specific piece which was to be the star of the exhibition and my father spent a year working on…”The Rapture”

this masterpiece never made it to its destination…yes you read correctly, it was stolen! somewhere between Los Angeles and Canary Islands it was taken…heartbreaking.

Invitation to Saro Leon -back

Invitation to Saro Leon – front


The Royal Couple – I recall thsi one very well…beautiful piece, majestic.

Used Carpet

He & Saro.

Very cool newspaper article; reads: A Rug for three (Salvador Maron, Saro Leon & Kiko Rivas)

Commissioned portrait of Saro’s family members

Saro Leon portrait commissioned by her husband who shed a tear when he saw it…

Padre Claret. This is the most prominent religious figure in the Canary Islands. They actually asked for 2 of this portrait as they wanted to hang one in a school so he painted this amazing piece twice exactly the same.

My cousin Angela

my cousin Amado

You can also see what is happening during this time for his other half WIlly if you click HERE

For now my dear friends I keep you in suspense until the next episode…LOVE!

7. painting N house

Maron arrives in Los Angeles! – Part 1

Now we enter an important phase as this is when he came to Los Angeles. A good friend of theirs by the name of Nancy Mehagian who they knew from Ibiza. Nancy offered to become his manager & so she did, very well I might add…she booked portraits for him and found clients who wanted to have his work. He did a lot of different things during this time but he first came to LA on his own. I remember at that time me and my mom and brother remained in Madrid for a while so that I could finish school and he could get settled. I was so excited to get a package in the mail from him with a $1 bill which was awesome to me, so “America” and a Fresh Prince tape and a SNAP tape…(who can remember SNAP?)

Well Nancy managed him for a while and she did very well indeed. She knew a lot of people here in the US and she could show his talent which made it easy to book a portrait or an interior etc; I will share with you some pictures of work he did in this time.

sketch of good friend Marilyn’s home

putting on the finishing touches…

Voila! beautiful finished interior

He painted and painted, and now he started doing a painting of the garden for Italian restaurant La Pergola located in Sherman Oaks on Ventura Blvd.  His garden was located behind the restaurant and it is where he grows his produce he uses in his menu

he worked very hard on this one, being under the summer sun in LA is not easy feat!

you can see him there working away…

here is the finished piece. This one is a gorgeous painting, Marlon Brando walked into the restaurant and said “That is a great painting”!  and of course he was right :)

Now I will show you some more work he did while he was in Los Angeles in the very beginning

Painting Nancy’s interior

I truly love this painting, Nancy house is where I spent the start of my Los Angeles experience and this is a beauty.

Below you can see him starting to paint Rio (Sean Flynn) who was named after his uncle, Rory’s brother. I recall babysitting him when he was about 5ish… He has grown into an amazing guy! There is a very special story behind the Flynn name but we will leave you with a fun fact, his grandfather was Errol Flynn and they are friends that I love dearly, Rory who is an amazing photographer, Sean, Gideon, Luke

 I will find the finished painting soon, sorry!






Different works he did…



Here a portrait of a wonderful woman, Nancy’s Mother Florence

Below you can see a painting of Nancy

and also her lovely daughter Vedra

Big portrait of Nancy…I love the sofa pose ;)

Portrait of Johanna, above

Portrait of Joan Quinn. I actually just saw this exhibited late last year here in Los Angeles. Below you can see a picture I found of me and my husband & kids walking the exhibit…funny I did not even know this existed.

and below someone admiring work by Maron

My dear friends this is it for now, there is a lot that happens in Los Angeles so I will see you all again soon. Until then you can keep up on what’s happening with my mother WIlly HERE






hello morning

El Cuarton – South of Spain – Early 80’s

Maron welcoming the morning breeze in El Cuarton, also the picture used for the cover of the book written by him…It is a available where you can get more in depth into this time, written by Salvador Maron. Click here to download

I remember this time pretty well considering how young I was…El Cuarton, a beautiful estate in the South of Spain where we lived for a while by invitation of Miguel Garcia Rey, the manager. My father met Miguel through a trip he took from Paris to Spain and he became a big fan of Maron, he really admired the talent that is indisputable. They met a very special person that I recall very well…Robert, he lived in the most amazing home in the very South point of Spain on acres of land that consisted of all there was to see until the very tip, you could see the ferries going to Gibraltar well into the night. His house was very contemporary, not straight or boxy but quite round and wavy, you could actually climb on a huge rock that was built into the house and walk on the roof from one end to the other, with small jumps and bridges and other rocks to take you back down…well I used to LOVE going there and climb away, imagine all sorts of scenarios…wow! I always could let my imagination soar in those settings…who couldn’t! Well Robert was an adventurist and treasure hunter, yes yes, diving in the ocean and finding treasures, and he found many! he really admired my father’s work and after becoming good friends he organized and exhibition along with Miguel. 








The invitation











On the invitation Miguel gives a good rendition of his timeline up until this point, much of what you have read so far, also wonderful words spoken about my father on a more personal note about the artist and the skill to his craft seen from the eyes of a fan who can truly appreciate art without being an actual critic. (To see in large to read it click on it 2 times)

The Exhibition consisted of mostly pastels and drawings with a few paintings, the drawings were big in size…you can see a pastel of a certain someone who once again is without clothes on :)

Here I will show you the finished painting of the carpets that he was working on the previous post, do you remember?

the carpet series are truly magestic, so classic and disciplined…the endless levels and layers, dimensions so tastefully weaved as the carpet itself…

Here you can see him painting another carpet, you can see the change in his looks as the time goes on, it is important to appreciate the time spent on his work…you can see the seasons changing…do you see?

So funny how much I see my son in these pictures!

Here is the finished piece

Now he starts doing the deer carpet painting which I remember as well…I was pretty young, about 4 or maybe 5 but it was a magical time, such a gorgeous setting and for a young adventurous girl like me it was the epitome of play land where my imagination could just run free which was my favorite pastime.

Look at him working away with  the faux Mohawk! The piece is not large in size but it packs the punch in detail ;)

Magnifico! It actually ended up years later in a very nice home in LA.

This was also a very interesting time for them and there was much happening, you can get more details on what transpires during this time on her blog HERE.

Much more to come my dear friends, the story keeps growing and new real time developments are taking place, a very exciting chapter is in motion now and we are very excited to have you all with us during this transition so stay tuned! 


con Alegriti

Times of joy, family and inspiration

I am going to share some images of drawings that encompass this time period where Maron became a proud dad of a lovely little baby girl ;)

This was in Paris and there was a lot of inspiration happening, he drew me a lot which he has done of my kids now (his grandchildren) and I cherish the drawings so much! I share some here

There I was 3 days old and doing what I love…eating!

1 day old…

reminds me of my baby Amara!





the next picture is adorable, I am sitting on my father’s lap while he is working…I must say if I was anything like my little ones that must have been a bit of a nightmare because they want to grab everything! but I am sure I was an angel hehe

Below is a portrait of my brother Alejandro when he was about 11, it was done in ’79

The next one was done a year later so he was 12, so amazing how much you change in just one year…

here some beautiful drawings









Below a series of flowers that my father to this day either draws or paints for my mother on her birthdays

the left one was for her 31st and the right one was for her 34th. The one below was for her 35th…



Now I want to share an amazing painting of carpets that he did, he actually did  a whole series of them well into my childhood. I remember very well all the work he put into these amazing pieces

Here is another painting of carpets that is gorgeous! Of course the picture does no justice to the detail but you get the idea…

I want to emphasize the size of these paintings because I thought at first glance you could think they are small but they actually are very big! Here you can see him working on one of them

Pictures taken by my mother, I love the way she photographs, she truly has an eye for it!

And finally a little indulgence…BEWARE of nudity!!!

That’s right! that is how we do! I am European as my husband says… So there it is my dearest friends, just a small journey into this time filled with love and family and new things brewing in the midst. Next there is a move coming but where??? you will have to tune in next time to find out!

Also follow what is happening with my mother Willy by clicking HERE

painting the Ham beginning

Paris and The Ham – my treasure among others & the prelude to my arrival!

The Ham    ’76-’80

Let me begin by giving you a bit of insight into The Ham and the preciosity to it…The Ham came to be 2 years before I was born, I was born October 3rd, 1978. After the exhibition he went to Madrid for some family matters he had to attend and while there he did what he loved so much which was hanging with his parents. My grandfather had tons of charisma and my dad always enjoyed an outing to get some tapas and have a few beers. In the painting The Ham are all the emotions, like being taken to a sort of a basement full of Jamones hanging by ropes from the ceiling, just curing and becoming magical (did you tell I love this ham?) The whole ceremonial way of even selecting the right ham! oh man…Ok so he goes into this place and the owner chooses the ham for him and so there is my father with his ham, which in reality he planned to eat, ha :) Instead when he gets back home he starts to do a painting of it, I do want to let you know that when he paints he will not move him until it is so dark it is basically night so there is no more light! Actually by the end of this painting the rug underneath him was tearing and completely worn out (from standing on it while painting) This painting took 4 years and by the time it was finished the actual ham was completely dry and in the end you could only make soup out of the bone.

In the meantime he also does other paintings, portraits is what he loves, painting people is what he likes best,  but hard to find the model who wants to pose… Also did still lifes, but mostly he worked on The Ham. 

Here are some of the other wonderful paintings

This is my mother Willy van Rooy wearing on of her own TuniqueUnique. STORY HERE

Here is my brother Alejandro…wow he is so little there…(sigh) :)

Armen – One of my fathers best friends, and to me a sort of godfather

Susan Bottomly – Model and beautiful person all around

S. & S. – Paris French VOGUE –                                                         Ph. Tony Kent

Carry posing in the studio –                                                            Ph. Tony Kent


My mom and my brother, I believe he has this one, it is so gorgeous and classic!

Awww…ooohhhh….aaahhhh… :) xoxoxo Ok here please note the BEAUTY behind them!!! yes that one is mine ;)

Ok…ok…Working on the Rembrandt book, in braguitas, which look mighty comfy…yep, either that or nothing if you leave it to him so :)

Book of Remrandt – ’76

Visitor in Paris

Love this self portrait (love them all though)

Purple beauties in a vase – ’77

Oh wait what is this?? is that cute baby a little girl??? well look at that, I made it! My loved ones, I leave you here and I tell you that I love you all and I thank you for following and until next time when I reveal the finished Ham, à bientôt!

You can see what is happening during this time also if you click HERE in my mom’s blog

the Nichido ...

Salvador Maron awes the critics & is awarded a Nichido Prize!!!

So the exhibition was a huge success and it was noticed by many, critics were recognizing the talent and word was getting out to the masses.

The Herald Tribune – French edition

Spanish critic Arte Guia

Arte Guia Translation:

First exhibition in Paris of a Spanish painter who has been living here for the last 4 years & whom Juana Mordo introduced in 1965. We find ourselves before one of those painters who believe en the true value of well done painting and who virtually executes the “trompe l’oeil” without owing anything to photography or to “collage”

Critic for “Le point”


“Le Point”

Hyper-realism? Well no, painting, slowly matured, precise, something precious, Salvador Maron, young 28 year old artist, originally from the Canary Islands, paints “from life” as Velasquez and Vermeer before, he likes to make sensible, palpable splendour of the cloth, canvas, muslin, velvet, crushed, broken, knotted carelessly a big quick knot, they enclose a picture frame which can be seen. “We are overwhelmed with information,” says Salvador Maron: Time to drop the curtain”. Trompe l’oeil which inclines to dream and discover, a symbol of art full of promises half-open to its secrets.

Le Pariscope


Salvador Maron
L’essentiel invisible.

One day, to carry a painting, I wrapped it in a sheet: Then I saw the sheet, its material, its folds, its movements. I found this nice stuff to paint. “Salvador Maron dreamed, it seems, to be a bullfighter. There is no muleta in the fifteen “hidden paintings ” that make up, with ten drawings, his first exhibition in Paris, but a sort of reflection on life and death through a single  and multiple subject: the fabric. The tromp – l’oeil, with its razor-sharp precision in every detail of white sheets that are knotted in the center, drapery of broken folds,  prominent embroidery, linens that wind, run or tear around the painting which appears only in reverse, chassis and string to hang. Or a piece of the painting is revealed, he has seen it on his easel and fabric with pink stripes are intertwined in complicated knots, overflow in a living mass of the fabric that should contain it. But the trompe-l’oeil is not only in appearance, because the eye is deceived if it stops at what it sees. The support of the painting, what is behind the array, is always the canvas on which the painter brushes his inner reflection.

Le Figaro below
Le Figaro
For all times in the history of art, draperies were an attractive motif for painters, from the primitive to Zurbaran, from Chardin to Matisse, tunics, tablecloths, curtains are entered as a key element in the compositions of their paintings, for  Maron (one of the Nichido Award winners) it becomes an exercise in style. No Christ draped in linen. or tables covered with cloth or window with curtain.
Its materials are still at a raw state. They are tied, torn, crumpled sheets of silk or brocade painted trompe l’oeil as modest as sumptuous. Every detail of texture, grain, scratches, weft, is highlighted. There is an obsession and derision in this Spanish artist who has adopted the realist tradition of his country. He lets off steam by painting canvases slashed as if he could not stand the order and comfort that suggests some of those velvets.
The Nichido Award. Nichido price, destined to reward an artist under 40 years of age and it was awarded for the second time by a panel including Andre Pieryre of Mandiarques, Max-Pol Faouchet, Jaques Lassaigne, Pierre Mazars, Maurice Rheims, Andre Parinaud. Over one hundred painters sent their works. From a selection of ten artists, the jury selected the winners: Robert Nicoidsky Gerard Larquier & Maron.

The painter who wins the first prize will receive an exhibition in Tokyo and later will be presented in Paris. The final selection of the jury is exposed at the Nichido Gallery until April 24.

I personally enjoy very much the fact that he is featured in 2 different articles on the same page…hello! :)

The telegram stating that he received the Distinguished Nichido Prize

Behold the Nichido winner
Above is the painting that the Nichido Gallery acquired :)
The Nichido invitation
The Nichido group
Maron on the far right above
Postcard from Leonor Fini below where she gives him endless compliments
Here with another Nichido Laureate
And finally here they are celebrating at the Nichido Gallery in Paris
you can see Maron listening attentively to Andre Parinaud with his love by his side and to see what’s happening with my mother during this time click HERE

“Les Toiles Caches” – The Exhibition

I know my dear friends, I left you with such an amazing collection and you have been waiting to see what was going to be of those magnificent pieces so here we are…The amazing collection certainly did not go unnoticed and so the exhibition takes place after the daunting task of finding the right gallery to display his work now. This was done by my mother Willy who one day went to the best gallery in Paris called Claude Bernard who loved the work and recommended her directly to another important gallery in Paris called Iolas, who thought this was the perfect compilation for a new gallery that was going to open its doors, directed by Jaqueline Passever, “niece of Giorgio De Chirico“, who instantly fell in love with Maron’s work and was very excited to do the exhibition. 

You can see the news paper ad for it above

the poster

Here is the front of the invitation above

And the back side

The text here was written by Alain Bosquet, beautifully describing what his paintings stirred within…below you can read the translated text, enjoy!

Young artists today go first to paroxysms. Some want to do without any work, any meditation, any interior sacrifice : they paint as if they were spreading jam on a slice of toast.  
From the moment their instinct falters, the viewer, the dupe, the other, has to be content with it.
Some, a little more audacious, intend to make a clean sweep: the canvas disturbs them,  color is their enemy, the notion of space exasperates them, replacing painting to the reign of matter, as if that at its raw state was a new value in itself. And at the other end of the horizon, some crash themselves before
the past, delayed imitators who are still making nudes, sunsets, fruit, landscapes more or less assassinated.
 It is under these conditions heartening to discover a young painter under thirty years, who does not fall into any of these exaggerations: Salvador Maron. 
The first impression is an incontestable know-how: This Spaniard from Canary Islands embodies – and it should not displease him to be told clearly – a respect to both himself, because he asks a lot of his talent, and others because he offers nothing that is not polished, worked, thoughtful, serious , definite.
This consciousness at the level of craft provides various forms, which don’t exclude virtuosity or a kind of philosophy of” trompe-l’oeil” renewed of the mannerist that followed the Renaissance.The prestige, he is not afraid to stress, as if he wants to challenge the general relaxation of painting, it can serve as an example.
Why would we be obfuscated by this panache, which permits him to be assertive? We feel soon enough seduced by his way, as if we went in a strange impulse of gaiety  but astonishment, check, by a finger, or prying eyes, the texture of his paintings. We resolve to the evidence: it is neither photography or collage, but pretty much brush work, meticulous removed at times caracoled, always superbe. Tromper l’oeil, precisely, is not the goal of Maron : mostly he flatters it, so as the pleasure be more acute. And who says pleasure, says need to dive back, to reflect, to question ourselves at length.
Then appears the unity of the inspiration. Behold a simple texture, knotted at its middle. Here is a material that seems to proclaim its right to existence as an independent object and no more utilitarian. Here an easel covered with  a sheet so as we guess  “wit a la Velazquez” – the painting on it. Here a curtain that lets – by a very calculated prudery – a glimpse  through a frame or a window.
Moreover here, a material negligently- but with lots of precaution- thrown over the night maybe as to conjure it. Here a display of velvet, with its folds, those wrinkled masses, ostensible gilded, don’t go without reminding such contemporary of Zurbaran, maybe Moro, or such contemporary of Tintoretto, perhaps Basan.
Here are, clinging to a panel, shreds: there was a storm, an earthquake, a big rape, a terrible drama in the whereabouts, sometimes prancing, always beautiful. 
To the challenge, is superimposed gradually the obsession. So many linens,cottons, silks, brocades, in form a baroque affirmation of the object, non the less suggest an invisible presence of man. There is a power that is hidden, sights that linger, loves ready to rip the sails. 
That is to say that the depth is not absent from these works. And a humor, we would like to say: smiling, light and ferocious at the same time- underlines many intentions that the painter hardly would want to show. After the materials, Maron will paint other subjects, other objects, other beings:
armed like he is, nothing should stop him to descend into the arena.

The artist standing by his work, looking sharp!

my brother walking the gallery and enjoying the work on the walls…LUCKY! ;)

This poster was displayed on the famous column in Paris where all the great artistic events are announced since the 19th Century.

Amongst the personalities that went to see his work we have The Rotschild’s, Karl Lagerfeld, Antonio Saura, Karel Appel, Leonor Fini, Franco Zeffirelli, Labisse, Christian Marquand to name a few but you get the idea, this was the “creme de la creme” of Paris. This was a big success indeed!

On the next episode we get to the reaction of the press and critics alike, stay tuned! Also to see more of this time and from my mother’s side CLICK HERE


first toile

Paris 4 – The jaw dropping “Les Toiles Caches” the ‘Hidden Canvas” series by Salvador Maron

My dearest friends, I open this post with a statement:

This is the most amazing collection of it’s kind in existance, hands down!

There are many I adore and am in awe about but I am going to share a series of paintings that are my very favorite and I have many favorite series so you are in for a treat!

Wow! the first Toile (cloth in French)

The Blue Knot. No no, take your time…take it in…

The Knot Knotted. Seriously!

The Knotted Knot. Oh my…

Mmmm Mmmm

Shut the door!


Another… do you see what’s happening here?

What can I say… Adore it!

The Ripped Knot. I am becoming speechless…

Here is the Red Painting With Knot that you saw him working on the previous post :)

The Blue Stripes…BOOM!

Honestly what words could I possibly come up with that will describe them justly…This series was the true inspiration flourishing and taking shape. Translating through his eyes and fingers onto canvas he created not only a magnificent collection of detail and dimension but also brought a concept of genius to the game. Think about it, to refuse conforming to standard trends and going the unique route is what transcends here. He did not start off painting things that were common, he shows the beauty of what art really is. Now the paintings are ready and the challenge is to find the right gallery for the exhibition. I only wish I could have all of these pieces but nevertheless they are in good hands and the exclusive canvas prints will be available soon.

At the same time my mother is also creating incredible designs and together they embark on their life, always together and always creating…for her story CLICK HERE!


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