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Synopsis and context of the work of Manuel Diez Matilla


Revision in Sunday, August 18th, 2013

By Christian Diez Axnick


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The beauty is Word of God. Even if I don’t know Pablo Camino's work, I know that it
is a universal reference within the hispanicism, and even at the world level.
It summarizes well the abstraction required by our judgment. We come " to
think after him of the thoughts of god ", as soon as we make a commitment
in the sinuous meanders of the aesthetics and the confused mathematics. Because
god is the only one who made things differently. There is also Neruda, and
other poets.

After all, the only successor of Charles-Quint is Jaime de Mora from Aragon, and the
Valois continues to exist, they had even offered us a kir as I had said it
higher with Nina and Xavier.

From Chenonceaux to Villandry with his magnificent spring flowers, to
Azay-le-rideaux, to Chartres with its extraordinary cathedral in the luxurious
stained-glass windows, one of the most beautiful of France and even Europe and
the world, where is a white shawl attributed to the Virgin Mary, we see it, our
country became big when it welcomed the artists of the other countries, the
other corners and places were the most moved the back by the world. The same
country is small and despicable when some politics put no more limit in their
power, in their racist conception, their hatred and their contempt of the
various cults, and even all the cults.

It is for lack of competent and clear-sighted magistrates that these people are not
pursued and act on the center stage with complete impunity. It is an
indisputable fact. A force of opposition is needed, and we know it for a long
time.

The universal expansion of the various cults, even allied if necessary to the
secularism, cannot adapt of such individuals and characters, no more than the
democracy.

It is not frankly necessary question in Europe, no more than in France, to go back,
to question the past, its contribution, the emancipation which it brought us
until now. Neither for Zurbaran, nor for Murillo, nor for Italian, French,
German or English masters. The art is made by additions, by search, by
innovations, by complements, by ideas. France is a deep country, to
the political elites unfortunately totally moved by the most social realities.

The gay man politicus became a despicable and squalid being. It is a fact in which our
split democracy is used, and that is why she tries to draw her strengths from
the traditional and ancestral principles, to fight better these ceaseless
attacks against her formerly constituted bodies.

But the best answer to this crisis will come undoubtedly always from the basis. I think
for example to my priest of baptism, the RP Don Primitivo Belver, a very
faithful supporter of cardinal Ratzinger the years already before he will
elected as pope. I believe that the only chances of the Christianity are in the
strength and the clear-sightedness of its analysis, in the quality and the
courage.

The esotericism, the metaphysics, the sciences of the fate must be separately
handled, as all which concerned the complexity of the life on earth and relationships
between the people.

It there several years already I made the reservations and the core drilling in
plumbing for the basement and the floors of the Senate, and as so many workers
and executives, I believe that only infinite precautions associated with a
certain height of view can allow the church to transmit a secular message not
to say millennium, to transcend without fanaticizing them or impoverishing them
the populations of the world.

Later I made the CVC of the CHU (TEACHING HOSPITAL) of Amiens, which has all the same 5
Nobel prizes to his credit. Lately, as I indicate it in the psychological
series, I make rather of the civil engineering. I am bound to secrecy. My works
generally have to return to the company which employs on me.

I am for a tolerant and strong line, in the respect for human rights.

It is true that over the years, the draftsman, the projeteur whom I am, in plumbing,
in air conditioning, in building, in architecture, has only less and less time
to dedicate to the art, but nevertheless I make generally very thorough studies
for my subjects, including modern subjects, even if for lack of time sometimes
the mountain gives birth to a mouse. I filled out a lot on the other
hand, I master better very different domains, but which after all join. On the
other hand, I paint little, and especially modern works which ask for quite a
lot of conception. I finally went away from the classic art.

The family dramas which I knew and still know, these successive dramas, left me
after all only not much time to dedicate to the art. I think on the other hand
that there will be always big artists, because France remains an open country.
I resigned from the Workers' Party, because I found him in the end too much
folded up on him same, rotating every time the back in Europe. The position of
the party seemed to me too anti-European in the end. I
was rather for less category-specific and more widened negotiations, but I
found that every time such or such class played the interposition between the
basis, the activists, and the direction. Our activists suffered a lot, gave a
lot, and we abandoned them for the benefit of incomprehensibles dogmaes.

I had wished more realism on behalf of the activists,
and a little less ignorance of the cruelest realities. There is a lack of
responsibility, but the courage of our activists is not in question. Their will
to change the society either.

But it is true that I am of no party really. For me a
party is a place of exchange of  ideas,
the contradiction, and lastly a ground of consensus if possible. In
fact, the contradictory debate which we had did not succeed.

A new way is needed. It passes by the unification of the European around common
values. Because in front of powerful rival, terrible, terrifying imperialisms,
Europe has to guard and preserve a capacity of union, and it she will reach
never without the negotiation there, or in the negation of her recent past. Too
often our leaders turn the back to the big projects of tomorrow. It belongs to
us all to find a common ground, to succeed in uniting us.

I form the wish that we understand, and the rather recent publication of the Gospel of
Judas gave to the latter a species of forum, in the measure or Judas very well
seemed to know the Jewish religion, its metaphysics and the philosophy, in fact
the Torah, that Jesus did not think completely of the same thing as him, even
if these texts move closer to both men. Not that you should not rehabilitate
Judas of an intellectual point of view, it would be disguise the conception
which he had of his mission, but I believe that it is indefatigably necessary
to call back that the teachings of Christ remain superior to his.

The will of Judas kept a better press than the Gospel of Judas. Beyond these
questions, and my mother would like to read the will, let us consider that the
Gospel is incomplete, and that certain data are falsified, biased. They do not
return well enough the context, because texts were damaged.

At the bottom, who suffered during the World War II, all the same especially the
German Jews, the German communists, the republicans, the Christian Democrats,
the paralytics, the handicapped persons, the homosexuals, counter them, in a
sense the useless mouths found by the regime. Current World, having joined
forces against Germany, should admit that she can also have a word to say. I
believe that Germany a day will have to get rid of Russian and American
guardianships, and to be also capable of defending itself and of striking. Its
vital interests require him in front of new threats which emerge almost
everywhere in the world. It is necessary to extirpate Germany of Its past. A
capital as Koenigsberg, the capital of the oriental ex Prussia, will never be
really Russian or Soviet.

Finally after Eugène Ionesco, Gérard de Nerval, who spoke about Gonesse, about ponds of
Comelles who did go Blanche de Castille, the mother of Saint-Louis, and also
the famous Lady Blanche, after so much artist who managed to make the criticism
be reborn, the exceptional art of Manuel Diez Matilla, which lived for a long time in
Val-d'Oise, knew how to breathe the second life into the oil painting, into the
pictorial standards, into the domain of the relations between the artists, in
the years so to speak which precede the discovery and the definitive
indentification of the ossuary of Jesus.

For the anecdote, the castle of the white queen, in front of ponds of Comelles (or
ponds of the Lady Blanche), would be the one or Blanche de Castille, the mother
of Saint-Louis, would have been clostred following an adultery.

Realicon of the mound Montmartre in the last years of his life, my father had his
style, he knew how to breathe his vision of things. In my spirit he is inescapable,
and sta ys one of the last known artists who had periods in Spain, in France,
and who joined the tens of big painters which stayed on the mound, in
particular in 12 street Cortot, the wash-shed being situated a little more low.

I form the wish that our tortured profession is reborn one day of its ashes.

The creation of the CA.P. of laqueur decorator would a lot help the state to insure
the formation of the artists of tomorrow; can his wish be fulfillled.

It is true that the current world, made by lobbyings, channel-flicked, passed through
an artist of its tempering. A painter as deserved him better. Sometimes, I have
the impression that the media decided to destabilize us, and eleven
psychological studies which I dedicate him should partially remedy this problem
of elementary democracy.

I think that there is still time to know how to take the pulse of the impressions that
he left behind him, of his mark and his immortal track. He sometimes said me by
laughing "Filosofia Don Diego", be a philosopher. We did not make a
lot of philosophy for the house; everything was dedicated to the painting. His
whole life was dedicated to it. It conditioned me until today.

Today, with the age, I have more backward movement. I realize of what is to paint, me
who remained idle, not understood and criticized for reason sometimes. However,
I was a witness living on the history which accelerated in front of me. It is
not without having tears in the eyes that I attended the evolution of things,
according to my journeys in Germany, which finally were more numerous that in
Spain. " Kukmal die arme Leute ", said to me Marita, when we spent
images of massacres on the television. It is to understand nothing to it, and
nevertheless he is terrible this report, that of the dramatic evolution of
things.

Tobuild is not simple, to destroy is easy. Germany lost and loses some influence,
"Einfluss", as it is said. And she is not only in this case, but her
position is particularly delicate for a long time.

We shall not redo a genius as Manuel Diez, with all that it implies and lets
glimpse as consequences. Even there I am on the hot seat, on the steakhouse. I
try to find the time to paint, but I have no means even since I have the
detached house, which asks for quite a lot of work; deeply that we go also in
Spain and in Algeria my wife and I.
I would need a workshop for my old days. Of what to allow me to get organized a little
better on the manual plan. We cannot paint in the small apartments of cities. The
painting smells strong. And then, my mother is very a criticism, as my wife.
It was a few years it is Norbert who had come repaint the lounge. He was 57
years old all the same already.

I always felt well with Norbert, my uncle. He had been operated as Uwe. Uwe of
the head and he of the vesicle. They had returned me height of schaschlick from
there low. I am a big amateur. I adore the German kitchen, the pastries, the
Monkuchen, the Streuzelkuchen. The German pastry is excellent, remarkable. I
remained greedy of Germany. Cake shops are well worth pastas and bollos of
Spain. My father was more in the Spanish camp, what is normal. I I always kept
an eye on Germany, and even two, even if I am fond of polvorones.

Edith, my aunt, found me not much honor. We can see things in this way, it's true.

But my heart also beats for Germany. Even if I am not mistaken. But I am
conscious of my origins and what they imply in the daily life.

My mother was born to Kreis Neuendorf, who is in current Russia. Her sister Gerda
was born in 6 km from there, in Momehnen, current Poland. Other part of the
ex-East Prussia, the third, is a Baltic state today. The last time when I went
in Germany, we went to Dieter and Gerda.

Yes, Jesus Christ speaks of "decimate" of the truth, because he argues in
general terms. We are many to be called Diez in the world. We are not every
same, we have every no same ideas. But we all knew family dramas, we
were all confronted with the incomprehension.

At the bottom, our lives are diffuse, linear, turbulent. We cannot compare
everything easily.

Sometimes, we are isolated, left to our own devices and shy. But not that much. We
sometimes, to have certain drives, certain reactions. It is question of
influence a lot, it is a fact. But sometimes also, the private life interferes
in a it is true random way, such the truth was gone down by god on our lives.
And then, little by little, she fades again. We pass in other thing.

The life reserves us a little of everything.

France is a putative power, a hydra with a gaping mouth. But we always put in
perspective, without returning everything to one for all that. Both quoted by
the rifle are different one of the other one, it is like that. I make errors, I
accumulate it, I have to assume and pay these errors.

I would want for nothing in the world only my family or my close relations made the
expenses of my errors.

Any years ago the uncle of Hanifia died to alzheimer, the life continues to deprive
us of everything, to kidnap of us our close relations. He was very kind. The
life goes away, it leaves each other, the death cavorts and comes to tickle
those who stay. We are mortal, it is a fact.

Daniel Parent, one of our childhood friends, died any years ago of an occupational
accident. He worked on the power plant of Ivry. He had to make a manipulation
with two other employees whom he wanted to make only. An electric set fell him
above. He was electrocuted. Everything fell him on the face. So goes the life.
Our generations disappear gradually, little by little our strengths diminish,
all disappear. These dramas leave us stunned and pale, examiners and pallid.
Daniel was in the CGT (FRENCH TRADE UNION). He was militant all his life. He paid
the stamp and the half-years.

Poor Daniel, he leaves an orphan son and so many friends in the cautiousness. He
was alive and kicking and of ardour. It was an union activist of always.
He had been stolen his 4X4 in front of at our home a year.