Manuel Diez Matilla: a forgotten fate

 

 

Psychoanalysis of the work of Manuel Diez Matilla

 

7th part

Revision in Sunday, August 18th, 2013

By Christian Diez Axnick

 

 

 

 

“ No te hagas el perrin (Does not make the puppy) ”, he said. 

 

 

 

 

 Below a Round Table ivory made by my father, of a big decorative wealth.

 

 

 

 

 

 Other picture of 4 doors before of a piece of furniture of my father. Below a photo with Christmas.

 

 

 

 

 Family photo, with pupuce ( mohli ) and Viking.

 

 

 

 From left to right: Micaela, Carmen ( carmenchu ) below, Prudencio with Maria Congost, to the right Don
Primitivo. I do not remember any more the other person in the center, Luisa whom believe.

 

Below painter's meeting in Spain.

 

 

 

 

 

 Below, one of my works of modern composition. He asked me for a crowd of studies of conception and for a
pushed arrangement of the harmony of colors. The face complies and deforms, contorts.

The nose joins an ear in the shape of breast. I borrowed certain ideas from Pruden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 As I painted little, I try hard to work the conception, and I work on modern works we are going to say, because I am a
draftsman designer. But for lack of time, I a little lost the thread of the painting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 My father always lavished me of very good practical councils, and I followed them of my best.

But after his disappearance, little by little, the reflexes diminished. I did not
soak any more in the atmosphere of its painting workshop, in the smells of the
turpentine and the oil painting.

He had a funny character, a tempered character, a sacred conception of his job. It
was a maniac of the composition, the perfection, of all that we can imagine in painting.

Which strength, which power of character and will to make well and of perfection he released.

 

 I more and more turned after his death to the CAD-CAD, the computing, I made quite a lot of plans EXE for
example, on AUTOCAD. Leaving from there my professional life was absorbed by the world of engineering consulting

firms over the years. More and more towards technique, the civil engineering, the CVC, the HVAC, the plumbing and so on.

In fact, I did a service in France, but my artistic career found itself unsettled.

A few years ago, journalists presented Gérard Garouste to the television, which
is the biggest French modern painter. I also like him, it is a fact, because my
father worked during the main part of all his career with Garouste and Jeumont,
the managers of the décor du logis, street of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, finally
formerly.

Today, thirty glorious are ended, over. But which period it was. He had I believe up to 10
employees under his orders. I was going to deliver with him being a young
street of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, with its famous Fiat 238, the small van
which has never left him. When I asked for it removal, because she was old and
in the state of carcass, wreck, he has never forgiven it me afterward.

 

 

 

 

 

 We had badly understood this day there. I had suggested to him to ask for the removal with the Opel of my
aunt Angelita and he had answered me that yes, but finally they had removed only the small van, and not the car.

He produced all the same in 20 or 30 years sublime and unforgettable hundreds of
pieces of furniture, tables, and so worked of the highly-rated thus of the
Faubourg Saint-Antoine, with the cabinet makers also, during all the middle of
his life. He had other customers in Biarritz and in Tours. To Deauville as
well, the same as those of Tours. Which reign he had, that of a pictorial domination
without division.

 Today, to say everything toyou, I live an a little bit monotonous and a little bit mediocre life also, his
genius is not any more there, his insurance, its hand either, then from time to
time I a little let go myself in the routine, in my lost memories, and I think
at the hours of glory almost by crying.

So many others are also disappeared in my family after him, familiar figures, to
begin my brother David, then of the highly-rated of my father, Vénancio his
older brother, then Vicente (Petente as we nicknamed him; Méré, his wife,
visited us a few years ago with her niece Ouria, she lives to Toro). My two
uncles are thus so dead after David. Then my aunt of Germany, Edith, is also
disappeared, it does not stay more than Marita and Gerda, Helga
died before my father, after the disappearance of Hulda, my grandmother, who
followed my grandfather I believe.

 Mere ( Emerenciana) invited us to Toro. She possesses an apartment there low. Angelito held a cybercafe in the exit of Toro.

Javi, him, lives to Guardamar del Segura, with his wife Loli, his son Noël which had
visited us with his aunt Méré, and a girl also came, Victoria. The major part
of my family of Spain rests in the cemetery of Toro, in the family vault.
Vicente has a grave to part.

I began paintings but I do not manage to finish them for lack of time and of
means. Marisa her, the wife of Bernardo, my cousin, one of the sons of
Vénancio, dashed into icons for a long time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Photo of us three any youngs, in front of "andas". David to the left in yellow shirt and
Ingo in the center in lined shirt.

 Somewhere, it is necessary to say it, the deficit of democracy in this country opened the way to the totalitarianism.
When the conservative ranks are not in front of, run-ups of restoration are daylight little by little.

The big period of Manuel Diez has nothing to do with this new fundamentalism, this new intellectual sectarianism.

On the contrary, it is a period of pioneers, a real epic for the small business sector. The
artist is emancipated, he lives a life we said it bookish and close to the time
and to the fashions, he puts a lot. But already, we press dangerously the
lemon. Already, we over-exploit the goodwill, we make thinner
the purchasing power of the talented entrepreneurs, the workers who follow them
in the adventure.

We see it in this picture, our products were not any more adapted to the new time of the laser-disc, which affixed somewhere its
signature at the end of this big period (hi-fi systems, VIDEO, 33 tr records, bookcases).





Still life of my father. The line, the drawing (el trazo, el dibujo), the cleanliness and the variety of the nuances, the tones
and the colors, characterize its works, the composition also. It is a composition of arrangement, measure and volume.

 " El trazo es muy importante, la cantidad of pintura es muy importante ", he said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 My father and I at the beginning of the 70s. He had to stop smoking from day to day. I am stopping
little by little. I do not discourage to reach there, I take nicopass. I strongly restricted