Norwescon 30 Saturday on Friday
Apr. 7th, 2007 10:01 amSaw some panels yesterday.
Luis Royo is the Art Guest of Honor. I went to his slideshow early Friday. Mr. Royo doesn't speak English so he needs an interpreter. Unfortunately his interpreter couldn't make it. His agent had to interpret for him and his agent says he speaks "little English"
The presentation concerned a commission he had in Moscow to paint the domed ceiling of the master bedroom of this rather palatial stone house. The subject was of 42 women in, well... only one state of undress really, participating in what could be described as an orgy. Yet Royo says it's not pornography as "you Americans are more comfortable with violence then sex". We all laugh at that. If our media entertainment is any indication, it's certainly true.
To tell the truth though, it didn't take long to see beyond the subject and get caught up in the well executed artwork. Royo is a fantastic painter, there is no doubt.
EDIT: On further research I find that Luis Royo has far far more subject matter then women in verious stages of undress. Go to his website! [Voice = "Hypno the Great"] Go tooooo his weeeeb s-i-i-i-te! [/voice]
His stories of working in Moscow were sad though. He described an old woman coming out to her doorstep to sell small bundles of wood. And that no one is smiling there. It's dismal. And here he is painting the ceiling of a large stone mansion, the owner in absence. He described large marble counters with sinks carved out of them, and other extravagances. And her he is, painting an orgy on the domed ceiling of the master bedroom. He painted in the corner, the owner, his agent, and himself, in robes and peeking out from the bushes. The portrait of the owner was far from flattering. His agent encouraged Royo to remove some of the fat folds under the owner's neck. He was, after all, paying the bills.
I've attended other panels that were entertaining, and I've consumed a small amount of alcohol, compliments of![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
genebreshears. I could scarf seabreases far to fast for my own good.
Luis Royo is the Art Guest of Honor. I went to his slideshow early Friday. Mr. Royo doesn't speak English so he needs an interpreter. Unfortunately his interpreter couldn't make it. His agent had to interpret for him and his agent says he speaks "little English"
The presentation concerned a commission he had in Moscow to paint the domed ceiling of the master bedroom of this rather palatial stone house. The subject was of 42 women in, well... only one state of undress really, participating in what could be described as an orgy. Yet Royo says it's not pornography as "you Americans are more comfortable with violence then sex". We all laugh at that. If our media entertainment is any indication, it's certainly true.
To tell the truth though, it didn't take long to see beyond the subject and get caught up in the well executed artwork. Royo is a fantastic painter, there is no doubt.
EDIT: On further research I find that Luis Royo has far far more subject matter then women in verious stages of undress. Go to his website! [Voice = "Hypno the Great"] Go tooooo his weeeeb s-i-i-i-te! [/voice]
His stories of working in Moscow were sad though. He described an old woman coming out to her doorstep to sell small bundles of wood. And that no one is smiling there. It's dismal. And here he is painting the ceiling of a large stone mansion, the owner in absence. He described large marble counters with sinks carved out of them, and other extravagances. And her he is, painting an orgy on the domed ceiling of the master bedroom. He painted in the corner, the owner, his agent, and himself, in robes and peeking out from the bushes. The portrait of the owner was far from flattering. His agent encouraged Royo to remove some of the fat folds under the owner's neck. He was, after all, paying the bills.
I've attended other panels that were entertaining, and I've consumed a small amount of alcohol, compliments of
genebreshears. I could scarf seabreases far to fast for my own good.
