Manuel Diez Matilla : a forgotten fate

 

 

Psychoanalysis of the work of Manuel Diez Matilla

 

First part

Revision in Saturday, December 8th, 2012

By Christian Diez Axnick

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Aus dem kleinen Henkeltöfchen.

 

 

I. Introduction

A) Foreword.



Better explain the life of a big artist.





An author who could well get closer to ideas of Manuel Diez Matilla would be in
priori brilliant Villiers de l’Ile Adam, who gets closer he even to Goya in his
sarcastic and ironic vision of the death. Authors poetic as Rimbaud and
Verlaine are rather close him, in the sense that they have for him frequented
the risk groups. My father liked very much laughing at the death and the old
bone which we would make.

 As he at the end of his life they were at the lowest.

Paul Verlaine died in Paris, street Mouffetard, not far from the apartment who also
died Hémingway. Everybody remembers sound " turn, turn, merry-go-round
horses! " That he had borrowed from Antonio Machado, one of the biggest
Castillan poets of the beginning of the last century.

Freud is one of first to try a modern approach, in particular of the work of art. His
attempts are precious to understand better and encircle this big painter whom
was my father. Ionesco is also a big critical, nonconformist and theatrical
mind. He represents the theater of the absurd with Beckett.

Victor Hugo sang Toro, his home town, in Torquemada, because it is at the same time
the home town of my father, and that of the victory of king Sanche. A church is
dedicated to him in Paris. Manuel Diez Matilla, you should not forget it here,
constitutes a peak in the research and the pictorial expression arisen from the
stirs of the impressionism.

Spanish painter in the purest sense, he will be much more pro-French on the other hand
towards the end of his life. And even extremely pro-French. Still that he felt himself
" Buen español ".

This previous picture is a view of Toro, with Colegiata at the top. Duero is below
the city, the Téjar, the family property, dominates him and offers a
magnificent view.

Duero is in Spain, and as well in Portugal, that Mekera is in Algeria, a proud and
sudden river.

When he was childish, my father came down from the city to the Téjar, family brickyard,
by running and in shorts. He worked to the brickyard a lot and manipulated the
clay, made of small statuettes.

In one of the houses with side of hill, sometimes he stopped by rising or by falling,
because the owner of this one had one of the first long-playing records.

 

 He thus listened to the golden voice of Tino Rossi without growing tired near this house.

Her sister, Angelita, whose head we above see exceeding to the right, is the first
one of the family must to have come work in France for the baroness Goury de
Roslan (been born Moltke) about whom I have already spoken in the manual worker
of introduction. My father followed, then his two brothers came then. The one
with his wife Mere, not to confuse with the friend mathematician of Pascal,
also worked all his life for the baroness, it is Vicente. Other one is Vénancio,
who was mason. His sons, that is my cousins, are Bernardo, Ramon, José-Mari and
Marie.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The property of Mrs baroness, that took back Seydoux, the friend of Mitterrand. Indeed, the
baroness, who was very rich and possessed quite a lot of lands in the region,
in particular some wood, sold Frogères and left to Lavandou, to Bormes, with
Méré, Vicente, Angel and javi. Seydoux, a big French billionaire, made a little
his debuts by buying back her the castle, who he received François Mitterrand
according to what we said to me, because both men were very friends. It is the
beginning of the caviar left, and a shape of transition, because it is little
for us the end of a big period of freedom. We had enjoyed the solognote nature
during years. Often went down to us the weekends to see Angelita and the rest
of the family with the fiat 238 of my father. We passed by orléans, then la Motte-Beuvron.
Frogères was a paradise who we lived and went out. We saw rabbits, deers to
cross the forest paths, the wild boars. The real strong of the nature was
long-lived and impressive.

Mrs baroness eventually grateful to sell, and she made it for good price. Let us
recognize humbly by François Mitterrand to have played also not promoter's
role, but to have been useful for the development of these land heritage. The
baroness was of very big one and very rich family.

 

This alternation is for us the end of an immense illusion and an immense dream
however.



For the anecdote, once or the impresario of the opera singer Teresa Berganza had a
small mechanical boredom on the périf, he had called on to Ramon, who holds
another garage nowadays, either in Saint-Mandé who he always has his detached
house but to Bagnolet. Ramon is the second son of Vénancio, the mason. Bernardo
is the elder son and José-Mari the younger son. The last one is a girl, a bride
and a mother of two girls today.

My father was very close to her sister, even if she was not easy to live. Their
mutual links were strong and powerful. It was a lioness, she really represented
old Spain.

 

 

 

 

 

 Freya Von Moltke left a picturesque book who she redraws the life of her family,
which was the main important family opposite to Hitler in Nazi Germany. His
title is " Errinerung an der Kreisau ", and it redraws the story of
the house who has longer lived the Moltke family.

This work is rich in teachings at the same time on the relaxed rhythm of life and
the vicissitudes of the German opposition of period to the current regime. The
baroness went down at the same time Moltke, but also I said it also had a
family ties although taken away with Joseph, the brother of Napoleon, the one
who seems to me you he was a king of Spain in a moved back time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 On this photo I am very young together with my father. My father liked very much the children. He
painted all the kids of the district. The following cliché is still older.
Today I am all the same 49 years old. There I am less than 8 years old. Which
joy of life lived in me in its presence, and which unlimited admiration I felt
for him, what was less the case of my two brothers.

 

Below on the left, my brother David, rather young death. We see it, Manuel Diez who
was him even a very early artist and of a strength as a trust in him little
common, liked very much the children. On this photo, one of the rare very young
of him, he seems to relax and to share a moment of relaxation with us. David
was a little the evil liked by the family, the most fragile. His end
will be tragic and dark. He died a few years after my father.

Manuel Diez, if it was a rather conservative and authoritarian man, and a thoughtful
and very affectionate father, was not less a masterly and incredibly modern
artist. His inconceivable career gives evidence of its high pictorial degree.

Never the biggest control was missing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the photo of the top, he has neighborhood about forty. He smokes. He will stop the
tobacco radically and all at once a short time later. I look like young
sportsman there. I am also stopping.

I take nicopass with doctor Garnier.

I added up all the same about fifteen years of high-level sport, in rugby and in
athletics. I worked in particular two years with Sonny Lipson, the main rival
of Guy Drut in his big period.

Two only national titles which escaped to Guy Drut, that of 60 m and the 80 m hurdles in
younger child, him we were delighted by Sonny. Their rivalry was important, and
both were young Olympic hopes. It is probably the hardest two years of my
career, that had to drive us to a championship Ile-de-France by team. Sonny was
a big representative of the contribution of the athletes of color in the
national sport, it was a very big technician, even if he was of small size.
Then, it is true that the top athletes benefit from care, from a whole medical
follow-up in correlation with the works of the biggest researchers. A golden
medal in the olimpic games as that of Drut, who took advantage of scandalous
arbitrations in front of Lipson, costs on average the 3 billion centime
trinket, the price of a helicopter lark. Harald Schmitt is his big successor
also, Guy Drut being a big champion. Our Guy Drut national as we say.

There were even movies of realized highlighting the sports rivalry between Guy and
Sonny, of whom a thriller with dialogues of Michel Audiart. I played the rugby
three quarter wing right, face also to the son of Guy Drut, who played
Coulommiers, quite a lot of years later.

In rugby I beat all the same champions regional, interregional, almost even
national. I even played holder in the back in a team of Gonesse which counted
until 8 internationals, what is nothing. Many tournaments gained also, and by
teeth left with the fight, but also because of sweets.

I remember time or my father came to see us playing with Catalan friends.

He liked for nothing, even sometimes for the sport. What he liked most, it was
however the gymnastics and the swimming. I know well the gymnast Isabelle
Sévérino, because I worked at the North Engineering, society the manager of
which his father was in the time. I made in particular plants of purge and
treatment of water

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 On this family photo, my father is in the prime of life, he is at the height of his pictorial and
artistic career to place better the things of the chronological and
psychological point of view.

He doesn't miss a thing in the job. Its vista, its strength is exceptional. Its
sense of the color, the colors, the light is then indescribable. I would not
hesitate to say it, he is then one of bigger painters of his time, and will be
one of bigger than the century will leave which passed by. Rare
are the Spanish artists who so much impressed me that he.

 

 

He evolved throughout his life by making as a kind of transition, of translation,
primitive Spain which oppressed him and half deaf depiction (a punch of a
priest while it had dozed off in class) towards France is in hiding of freedom
and new expressions.

 

We feel him very relaxed, very comfortable on this photo, as freed.

It will not still be the case a little later. For me, in all
honesty intellectual, he is then as I already said it one of the major artists
whom counts France. All in all he already practically has to prove nothing
more. He knows absolutely how to make everything, and he makes even things
which nobody else makes. We can say that towards this time, towards the second
half of the 70s, he is at least the bigger painter as regards the cellulosic in
France. And even in the oil, in the pastel, in the water (acrylic), he already
makes reference face of the end of the 20th century, the poet in the
unforgettable inspirations. In fact, to be precise, the biggest of his career
follows and accompanies thirty glorious (on 1948-1978 it seems to me). He built
up to itself a just style towards the end of thirty glorious.




B) Contemporary World

 

 

 I would say that it is one of for me last serious artists, we see it, we feel it
very well, even if at the time of his death and shortly after, I knew
personally some painters destitute, lost in the dungeon of the history. I think
of the Corsican painter Xavier Roussel, who was the godfather of Nina, my
friend of time, or still to a very good painter as Claude Rigel, whom Nina had
made me known, and who had specialized on paintings of Venice which he sold to
Drouot. I want to say, all these small painters and dark and abandoned artists
who sometimes are excellent in certain domains, in compositions and particular
colors, and with which we get acquainted by friend interposed. I also
knew very good comic strip writers and Héroïc Fantaisy, the Martin-Boileu
Parcheminée, with whom we were very friends during long years before them
parents leave late Arnouville to go in the South. The older brother is in the
drawn band.

The fate takes unexpectedly care to bury some goodwill who stay in us. He
outclassed and partially federated his time. He had this stature, this
undefinable scale in which I try hard to return the minimum of tribute which is
him of and which I wish that the public can have access. . It is
moreover the main reason which urged me to undertake this work of
popularization.

Manuel Diez was before any a big thinker and a big poet, he took ceaselessly marks in
the pencil in his studio. He always ran the brains, thought of things. In this
hard job, we do not have the right to make a mistake about interpretation, we
have no right to make mistakes. The stamp is important, it shows the capacity
of the artist to overcome at the same time its prejudices and its
contradictions from period to an other one.

 

 

II. After Manuel Diez

At the end of 2007, with Hanifia, my wife, and Christa, my mother, we visited Günther
Grass to the Georges Pompidou Center, I noticed when this one dedicated her his
book (which title is " Onion skin " in French) at the end of the
debate of the relative fragility, the vulnerability which is the one of a big
writer of German language. He calls reminds a little Schiller or Goethe. The
enemy old age is often synonymic of weakness, even confusion. The hope of a
better world makes live softly. Curious book which I have not read yet. The
proverb says as for him: " does not put you between the onion and the skin
" (do not mix you affairs of others). Grass
makes very long sentences.

In the Centre Pompidou, a debate gathered a small room. The debate which we did not
attend till the end was dedicated to Fassbinder, and to its resumption of the
book Alfred Döblin's Berlin Alexanderplatz. Fassbinder takes back this book
which fascinated him in a movie of 15:30 
neighborhood. We crossed extracts of movie of Fassbinder there. Amos
Gitai, the Israeli film-maker was there, and Anna Schigulla was not there but
she answered an interview by video.

Günther Grass lives to Gdanzk, former Danzig. My mother is native of the old East
Prussia as he. She was born to Kreis Gerdauen and lived to Momehnen, I do not
know if I write correctly the spelling.

Towards the end of his life, my father made me certain reflections of the kind : "
traga bien el humo " (swallow good the smoke), or still " Then,
proussien !? ". He had stopped smoking for a long time, and I smoke even
until today. I try to stop. I do not discourage to arrive there.

However, as I explained it, I knew a long sporting career of rather high level. When I
was in the army, I got acquainted with a young international back which was
called Chéron and was of Mautauban. He had something for 8 capes, and his
father was also the former back of the club France. I had offered him two
records of Flamenco, one of Roman el Granaïno, and the other one of José Peña.

And well in the match which the colonel had organized towards the end of our
service, I played back in front of him, and we eventually stood out as often in
my team on the score of 16-9. I crossed a drop goal and brought a essay or
marked, I do not know any more exactly, within last quarter of an hour. It is
the scenario which I often knew.

There low in Germany the atmosphere was extraordinary, we were a sacred band of party
animals and clowns, person could not pass in the corridor without taking itself
or giving slaps. They were perpetual roarings. The ch’tis ( persons from
northern France ) were adorable people, in the irresistible accent and mold of
a strong spirit of good-companionship, They were all the horizons
and any confessions, but united in a single linguistico-slang and cultural
block.

In spite of the strong solidarity which was our, because we were friends' band, I
was tortured at the end by the service. I even killed them a royal cobra with a
flick knife bought from fleas. The officers did not make presents. Politics of
burned earth obliges.

However, even if my grandmother died following the amputation of a leg during my service,
we let go to me all the same in her funeral to Krefeld; I kept an excellent memory
of my section, the 84/06.

 

We practically made only the binge during 12 months, even if never stopped us
yomping. Which fair, which fun.

And it was already years before Danny Boom's movie, Welcome to the ch’tis goes out.

" Ravise at lavette quand tu finque ", said to me you we, because I smoked. I have never managed to stop good
time for quite. David, who was a taxi driver for a while before his death,
drove Michèle Morgan and Gérard Oury, who smoked very also I believe. My father
was a fanatic, a madman of Michèle Morgan, he even went to see one of his plays
and went to meet her. She spoke to him.

 

 A few years after the disappearance of my father and my brother David, I have to say that I got married to a Muslim to
whom I am for more than 12 years. We got married on September 11th, 2000, on
one year to the day before the attempts of the World Trade Center.

We manage to hear each other even if we are not of the same confession because we
come from different horizons.

The Muslim brothers in Algeria are passionate people, full of imagination, poetry
and opened on the outside. The Islam is especially passed on by oral tradition.
A Muslim introduced me and recited the verses of the Koran while I was
stretched out. Nevertheless I am a roumi, but I have to say that I
have a big admiration for this religion which always tries to progress and to
interest the believers in his human originality.

It are the poorest who preach, the imams, the Muslims who make known this religion and
introduce it to the others. It is really a religion of the people, as at our
home the Christianity in Old-Castile.

My wife is rather authoritarian, she hates Bush, Sarkozy and other Bouteflika, that is
the major part of the most powerful Jewish leaders of confession of the world
in the contemporary point of view, those who have most power and go according
to their decision.

Sarkozy is a Hungarian Jew, stemming from the nationalism of Kossuth, one of the worst
of Europe. Bush stained with blood Iraq and war threat the Arab countries which
do not suit to him.

Mrs Palahvi, the Begum, answered an e-mail that I had sent to her to console her
with the disappearance of her daughter Leila. The Pahlavi are a very old
scientific oligarchy in Iran, they are renowned, very known astrologers in the
Arab world if I do not make a mistake. They detained for a long time the keys
of the Persian Empire. In France, the singer Mylène Farmer made a song on their
daughter.

Chinese they it seems invented the formal music by calculating the distances between
planets

Today Bush who threatened Iran and whole world by their fundamentalism left the power.
Sarkozy undertook Pharaonic works of plumbing and air conditioning to settle
down in the Invalides. My wife hates him, he dismissed everybody. Its method, its
secret weapon is to dismiss the enemies.

Bouteflika, who is a man of the Mekera, native of Oujda in Morocco, is very popular, but
the corruption rages everywhere in the country. The spiral of the crime is very
difficult to stop. Algeria, 34 million inhabitants, 180 billion recipes while
resulting from some gas and from some oil who benefit only 1000 or 2000
well-to-do. The pension is unevenly distributed.

The only one who seems to me however a statesman of strong stature is exactly
Bouteflika. He has
this advantage on both other than he gained splendidly elections, what puts an
end to the discussions and to the debates.

Let us say that Algeria is a people's republic and that he has a very powerful
legitimacy.

But he places his pawns in all the interesting posts. It is as usual in politics, each
places his.

I was interested in the case of Algeria, which is the first country of Africa or I go,
in the sudden and short floods of Mekera. A short rain is enough.

At the beginning, I had thought of the use of pumps, but it brought us rather to the
PVC than to the cast iron. Then, geologists me we say that we adjust these
questions by means of natural drains. This is the way we get the water. But
geologists' s offices do not work and do not leave on the same bases of
calculation. Moreover the results are not the same from a office to the other
one, only in France. Then, from a country to the other one, the studies differ
all the same rather appreciably.

I believe, having worked as account manager, that it is a very good subject for
the engineering consulting firms of future. To domesticate the water, to drain
it, to get her to treat her then is one important task.

All these digressions to say that in a way, we could make us the trial be a
mediocre generation which gave way in the others or gave up exercising any
power. It is not completely true and it is advisable to moderate this kind of
point of view.

For example when I renewed the apartment of Montebello, which come down from an
Italian class bound to the nobility, they made plays and representations for
the tsar Nicolas II.

I am and sometimes accelerate the movement by trying to be relevant and innovative,
I was sometimes a fuse, because I often made the Greek to the studio, finally
almost always, and also the main support of my father.

I was the only one to follow him everywhere and enthusiastically in its deliveries
with a self-abnegation without defect, there who it was not the case of my two
brothers and my mother. For example the year when he painted in the Creeks in
Marseille and in the Camargue, and executed a lot of pastels, we spent one
month of extraordinary holidays both. We were alone to have risen in the
mountain when there was an important fire, and we have of to get down again
rocky cliffs with the unchained tramontana. It is to say what make and the
risks which sometimes take the artists to go up to the end of their job and
their brimming passion.

I read Boris Koseleff's book, "Rasputin", in German, and I have to say that the
Starets ( religious Russian), which was a farmer native of Siberia, the main thing
and so to speak practically the unique close adviser of the tsar, finally the
most influential, and there often went to see gypsy concerts, is one of the
first personalities attached towards this period to the peace, even if we
impute to him it is true the catastrophic collapse of the tzarisme. In fact it
is the tzarina who remained attached to him, and the tsar also, it is him who
protected them and concentrated all the worldly powers of Saint-Pétersburg.

 

 Rasputine was murdered all the same while he prayed in front of a crucifix, by Youssoupof I believe, what
will be the prelude of the Bolshevik revolution. The butler of the baroness was
not far from the scene of the crime this day there.

After him and what we know that happened Gypsies under quite a lot of regimes, it
will be necessary to wait for artists of variety as Manitas de Plata, or forthe
immense, extraordinary and indescribable Chano Lobato, to attend an ascendancy
without sharing, at least a resurgence of the gypsies. I want to say a minimum
level of popularization there.

Chano Lobato is a monument, an immense artist, to the colossal talent. It is really
the real superstar of the purest flamenco who is, as El Camaron and so many
others. I had seen him to the Cirque d'Hiver long ago, in 83 seem you it. I did
not recognize him on the other hand on Web, on clip. El Pele is another big
artist, not of " jaleos " as Chano Lobato, but " tonas ". I
saw him in Paris also, with Vicente Amigo. There is also a masterly modern
artist, Bernardo Sandoval.

 Rasputine, who liked very much dancing, for example with Polish, is the first one to have taken under its cup as much the
imperial family as the Gypsies, even if everything failed. There was no other
example it is necessary to say it. Rasputine played even with the children of
the tsar. The tsar was very attached to him, he will have few servicemen for
Nicolas Svidine to his service. Poniatowki, the former mayor of the Island
Adam, was Polish or white Russian I believe. There are many white Russians who
came in France. The exhibition dedicated to Lartigue is low there it seems to
me. His boards are very beautiful and his successful photos.

Rasputin was the bolt which did not have to jump even if he made it only for the head
and managed his life as he wanted it in a way rather loose it is true.

There is another important castle either Mrs baroness had friends in Ile-de-France or
many personalities of foregrounds went and met. She also had relations, which
went seems to me you it until Maurice Couve de Murville or Louis De Broglie.
One need say no more.

And a woman of her family had married noble German, local country squire, just man in
quoted by the village who live Dieter and Gerda, my aunt. My mother saw her on
a picture, during an exhibition. It is to say as it's a small world, and as the
nobility extended everywhere in Europe.

What characterizes on the other hand Manuel Diez
Matilla, except his indifference for the power, it is all the same its
listening of the cultural and political problems, just as much as his seriousness
and its big rigor. He is not all the same outside his time, but on the contrary
implied body and soul in the great pictorial revolution which he knew how to
bring. There is all the artistic contrast.

It is really the painter who was interested in the
colors and in the color, in the cleanliness of the use of colors, with
decorations so stunning as surprising. I saw him making fabulous, unreal
decorations.

It is what strengthened him all the life. Because in
the world who we live the competition is rough. If you have some crenels
which help you to pass above the others you are done.

It is as me today in air conditioning and in plumbing. I am so to speak a designer
P3-P4, an account manager and a coder.

Once I had paid places for Manitas de Plata's concert in Villiers-le-Bel. I had
invited my brothers and the employees also. Pédro Perez is the employee who
remained longer with my father, it is him who sanded mostly, with Ramon, so dry
as in the cold water. The last knocks of pounce bag, it was often him.

 

 He came on holidays to Deauville with us sometimes when we had to deliver there low. Always spent time
us by the sea. Other friends came with us to Biarritz also. He withdrew in the
South, who he created his small company of decoration, in the polyester.

If my father was an immense artist, he was unfortunately a very bad administrator.
The employees had to take up the trash can at the top of the way of Condos.

Sometimes they did not hesitate to spirit away jars of lacquer which they slid in this
one.

They also stole him to the workshop, but globally my father was a proud and united
boss of his employees, even if they showed him all the colors.

As said it my aunt Maruja, or at least suggested it, and she’s too a very big artist,
this job is particularly hard.

The tours are tiring, even if sometimes they are triumphant. In this job if the
public is with you everything goes well. Once she made a big tour in Spain, who
a symphony of Beethoven was played every stage.

She said, and I agree with her, because the Hispanic directory is immense, that
Beethoven was a murderer of the music. The 9th moreover passed at the Stade de
France.

It's true, there is something very cold at Beethoven, in break with the traditional
background sounds. There is even doubtless certain refusal of the modernity or
lack of fervour from time to time. He has as put the music in a hermetic box.

I would say that he compressed the sonata, that he revolutionized 400 times

Karajan took no women, or rarely in his orchestra. I prefer him almost Otto Klemperer
and some others. Mozart is soft and strong to him, removed. It is an immense
genius also.

Hanifia adores Mozart, she listens to him indefatigably. We listen to his
concertos for keyboard in the car a lot.

This job, the popularization of which we insure by the communication, finally as we
can, because everything takes place by word of mouth requires a profound
respect for the public and the customers.

When one sale a piece of furniture or a table or other thing in a major customer,
often he invites his close relations or his friends, and they too see decorations,
what that is exactly.

Later they want to order a piece of furniture also, but different on the points of
their choice.

It is necessary to try to be a diplomat and to act tactfully and forecast, to make
play the feminine jealousy for example. But you should never abandon the
customer as long as we did not end it with him. Somebody who buys at your home
has to be a sacred person, it is the rule.

It is like that in all the circles, the customer is a king. If he retracts you sink
and your employees with you. It belongs to you to prevent him from it and to
propose him and ask him for what he wants. Love of the public is essential in
this job.

 

 Manuel Diez was the man of a profound transformation, an intense pictorial and
psychological reflection, even if some people do not like figurative arts as
they say.

Very modern artists admired him, because the freedom is for this price.

She demands a fundamental work.

Ethos, pathos, logos. Or still peculiarity, personality, then sensibility and finally
logic. The work of Manuel Diez Matilla handles always very indirectly the
various subjects approached on these bases, with a very particular esthetics.

René Descartes, in the passions of the soul, already
handles also muddled movements. It is the last work of Descartes published in
his lifetime. She is the object of a first attempt of psychophysiological
explanation of the mechanism of the passions.

Except Manuel Diez is the artist of the passion.

On photos following page which follow we see him in
the role of prompter to the theater. When he was young he went on the stage.
One of the plays was very funny and all the actors were dressed in vegetables.
Each had a special costume and was a citrus fruit.

He played in other plays, as young man.

 

 

 

 

Youth photo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Manuel Diez Matilla: a forgotten fate

 

 

Psychoanalysis of the work of Manuel Diez Matilla

 

2th part

Revision in Saturday, December 8th, 2012

By Christian Diez Axnick

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Manuel or the insurance and the maturity.







Who says psychoanalysis, means in this try of wider understanding of the work of
this immense artist, who painted hundreds and thousands of paintings which are
all masterpiece, lean on a correct reasoning, constructed, and concrete.

We do not decipher easily thousand one facets of such a work, in borders so distant
some of the others, in the differentiations so particular in the apprehension
of our time. For example for my father the theater was a major art.

 

The endocrinology constitutes one of the bases, one of
the bases of the thought and the psychiatric explanation. The book " Les
hormone sexuelles " from the professor K.D . Voigt and of the doctor H.
Schmidt, appeared at Robert Laffont, seems to me to constitute a good
introduction in this science developed early enough. Here, I risk a parallel.

A real Goliath as Manuel Diez Matilla, a genius so
lively, so deep, cannot study itself that by taking into account all the
meaning of a word of the term psychoanalyse.

 

It is better to know already the5 main monotheist religions, among which the Judaism,
the Christianity (Protestantism, luthérianism and Catholicism), the Islam with
the Saint Koran, without forgetting the others, so much in practise them that
in them foundations, so as to dread better and envisage a work of such a
dimension and such a complexity in the approach of the subjects of society.

Without counting we said it the Buddhism, the Hinduism, the oriental and far eastern
religions, because my father worked in the lacquer of china and Venice all his
life or almost, let us say during most of his life activates. I know a little
less these religions, even if I a little got acquainted with the Buddhism at
the university.

 

I like the book "Spirite", of a big poet Indian and Sufi as Kabir, whom I
read because Nina had him at her home. I know clearly less the rest. It is a
big book of spirituality.

The question is before any a question of discernment. The artist knew lively and
profound transformations and evolutions, with one guiding principles stable:
his method, its pictorial style. His thought also evolved one thing leading to
another. His maturity was constant and rested.

It is better to know also the art history in the region of Zamora, Valladolid, Toro,
to Toledo and Burgos, and even farther, so many things and artists confirm each
other there.

I wouldsay that this dimension corresponds to the debuts, to the launching of the
artist.

Zurbaran, Ribera, so many others merged in this inseparable universe.

One of the friends of my father, Marie Raso Moutinho, had in her family a close
relation named Isabelle Wallon Raso, who lives today not far from Toledo, or
from the highly-rated of Girona. Her name is so Allemand ( german), as Aléman.

I recommend if we approach the classic part of the work of my father the reading
of the book " Les figure de style ", of Catherine Fromilhague, to nathan
University, which draws up well the panorama of the tropes in the literature or
the theater

 

 

 

 

Another one decorates who can turn out very useful in the understanding of its work is
called " The key terms of the analysis of the theater ", of Anne
Ubersfeld, appeared to Editions du Seuil.

We cannot be satisfied with the ignorance, as soon as we try to explain better
were which the passions and the dramas, the incomprehension in which such an
artist sometimes lived.

Because nowadays and with the times which run, the society does not recognize the big
artists, but tries to reduce them to the strict limits that it settled.

To tell the truth, at Manuel Diez, the ascent of the psyche is a known fact, the need
and the envy to paint are constant data of its life. It is the painter of the
need and of moment. The " moment ", the mathematical term, is
the moment who he chose to begin a work, to finish it and finalize it as one
goes along.



It is another relation with the pictorial creation, one other corpuses who the
painter and his work make only one, join, divide, part, meet again, according to
the progress of their relationship the one with the other one.

Manuel Diez lives on another planet, that of the artistic and pictorial maturity, that
of the master's degree of mixtures of the most complex and the most difficult
pigments.

His world is the one of a representative generous and convinced of its ideas.

The painting was always the main catalyst of its expression, its character.

He finds itself in her, and she is in him. Both form the only one to be autonomous,
alive and fact of deformities, contortions, in a turbulent flow, one comings
and goings permanent employee between the thought and the creative act. It is
the pit of the family.

I would say here that the psychoanalysis is technically speaking inseparable of the
endocrinology. In the point of view of number of explanations technical and
bound to the functioning. In the same way and in the same order of idea, the
color cannot part from the artist.

The cultural drama exists, it is latent. As, at the rather low individual,
the rise of the psyche comes along with problems, as at an individual sure of
himself as was him my father, it takes place in a linear way. She is situated
in a particularly felt continuum.

Mr Gigot, my former professor of German, was interested in the psychoanalysis a lot,
which constitutes a new element in 20th century. Almuro is for example a
composer of electroacoustic music, a close relation of Xénakis, who treated for
a long time the absurd, its interferences on the man.

The endocrinology is before any a science close to the exact. Usually,
Manuel Diez was of a very big physical vigour, what is not following the
example of its decay shortly before its death.

My father considered that the constitution of 58 was a masterpiece. I am more
shared on the question.

 

I find, and the recent story proves it, that the surprising complicity of the United
States and Europe with the Israeli state which commits the worst crimes in Palestine,
is a shape of decline. Jesus was a Palestinian Jew. Israel committed and
commits the worst abominations in Palestine. This moral forfeiture is deep and
organized through the top.

The worst is that it does not dissuade the Jewish fundamentalism. I shall like so
much that a woman as Berthe Mann, a very close friend of my mother, recognizes
that Israel stole their earth to the Palestinians, by murdering thousands of
people for 2 or 3 victims.

When he worked as copyist on the Louvre (he was in Prado also), my father got
acquainted with Antonio Illan, when he had to employ afterward. Illan is our
friends for 30 or 40 years since. We know all the family and we spent the last
New Year's together.

On the other hand, my father did not keep Antonio Illan under permanent contract.
Once, it is just if he did not ask him for a million old francs to sand a
miserable bank! But I make fun of little. Antonio helped him( punctually,
he was of use to him as supplement following his needs. He had two children of
a first marriage with Claudia, a blind person.

The recent current event is terrible. Manuel Diez makes figure of exception in this
hideous and bloody world. Allow me to make of him an example, through the AIDS
and the 80s. Especially with a president who grants himself a 140 % pay rise,
or buys to itself a plane Falcon in 45 millions to align itself with the other
heads of state. The contrast between the wealthiness, the cynicism, the hatred,
the contempt of other one and poverty is raised. Under Sarkozy, the public
deficit increased twofold. Without counting 500 daily euros even some times ago
so that Mrs Dati can read newspapers, or her 10 vehicles of functions, 10
taxis.

Contrary to my wife Hanifia who hates him and changes channel as soon as he is on
television, I grant him that he was all the same with Cécilia, who possesses a
family ties with Isaac Albéniz. It would be necessary as it is said 25 lives of
the biggest pianists to play hardly only a tenth of a work piano as Ibéria.
Rachida Dati was a close relation of Cécilia, he just waited on one year before
leaving her after his divorce, for principal question. It is the only one of
this government which tried to breathe something, but others were more awarded
a diploma and more qualified.

 

Of fort, I saw my father crossing to a state of extreme weakness.

In his youth he had pro-Franco ideas. But in a time of
generous ideas. Franco is the first one and the last one to have drawn up
itself in front of Hitler, in particular with the famous éposode of the train,
contrary to the fact that tells a certain left propaganda 40 later. He does not
have to be ashamed there, even if his ideas evolved very differently afterward.

In his debuts, Franco was admiral, when the Americans
mobilized all their ultra modern fleet, thousands of warships and 3 million men
to extort us Filipinos. He is the only one, contrary to Pétain, Laval and
Mussolini, not to have delivered a single Jew to the Nazis. He is
the first Atlanticist leader of Europe, the first one and the last one to have
opposed to Hitler. But already let us remind to the sense "logician"
of the term that Hitler was an Austrian Jew, of whom of the American
journalists we say recently that he was born with a single testicle, it will be
simpler so. You should not abuse, because a lot of people suffered under the
Nazism and too. " Unter den Linden ", as says my mother.

The only one after him it is Roosevelt. In particular when he stood up him with it
thus famous episode of the train. He will have made many for the Muslims, the
Jews, the church, even if the worst and the most bloodthirsty Jewish fighters
were in his ranks.

 

 

 

 

 

 In front of Americans in his debuts, we could not set that two or three old tubs and two or three
cockleshells. Franco made a lot for the church, but also for the Muslims and
the Jews. Towards the end of his life my father did not like him any more so
much. " No. dice enseguida ".

It is necessary to understand that in this time, the political honor was possible still more or
less.

It is no more the case today. If I take the example of my uncle Norbert, who is with
a young woman of Filipinos, Julieta who had come to Paris with her sisters, and
well it is embodied anti-Spain, finally to a certain extent. The last time when
I saw him he said to me about the racing cyclist Pedro Delgado: " Der war
Voll ". He found nothing of other one. It is of a staunch cynicism.
But Norbert was very funny being small, when we dressed him for the carnival.

In 88, the year or Delgado won the tour, my employer tried to kill me while he had
mutilated one of my friends a few years rained early. 2 years of trial.

10 years later David disappeared. Pedro's book is for sale in 10 euros.

It is at the end of the 80s when my father attacked Mr Charpentier, the director of
the museum Cortot, who had paid him only half of its salary for three years. 3
years of procedure and trial followed.

But we felt an awakening, a will to move forward. These last years the Spanish cycling
continued its revival. The same thing in football, the lessons, that pays.

I contrary to my father who did not love the cyclists, I liked Luis Ocaña.

It was a big republican, its book biography is admirable. I have it just puff pastry.
For the anecdote, my friend Jean Seigaud about whom I have already spoken ran
in touring cyclist with him.

He had put " the swill " to Michel Drucker, the presenter of television.

Ocaña committed suicide while he knew to be reached by a hepatitis. My two brothers
were bitten by cycling. For my father, it was very simple, all took drugs. The
only sports which he tolerated were the swimming and the gymnastics. Hanifia
and I bought two bikes since. I have to buy a pump to repair wheels, finally it
is already made.

When Mrs Thatcher spent 30 years to establish false title deeds of Falklands, already
we saw it, everything ended dramatically. Idem with an important part of the
left or the communists, who like revising the history back to front 40 years
later. The antiSpanish lobbying is powerful.

Anti-Spain is powerful as speaks about it Franco in its reports ( he quotes the Polo, name
also of a part of my family there. Is it a coincidence? ). England declared all
the same the war only on the basis of forging of documents. The Falklands War
cost the life to thousands of soldiers. Then you know, if for the English
tradition the queen is supposed to bring the peace and the safety everywhere or
her goes, we stay enough far from a serious order.

 

 

I prefer Joan of Arc to the church saint - Saturnin, even if I love not at all
people who got back her.

It is one of reasons which made that her public dimension was decreased. People of my
German family fought against English to Vamy, there who the queen of England is
going to make its macabre celebrations. They left it the life moreover. I was
always marked by the extreme poverty of Spain of my childhood, or a small part
of this one.

I have to say that my anglo - saxone sensibility remains a little more Germanic.
Windsors are all of Germanic origin besides. The duke of Edinburgh even broke
the leg to one of my friends during a taking of weapon. It was
necessary it with one voice confided me my mother so that the German language
is adopted as official language of the United States.

One year I wrote to the Princess of Wales, to try to approach the question on Diego
Ramon and on the marranism in Spain, but she killed. It was practically the
only Castillan singer of long-lasting, and modern with that. It did not carry
me luck. I wanted to be concrete and only to leave the people, the modern
considerations. The artistic diversity of Spain is deep.

We see it in the book of Funck-Brentano on Martin Luther, in the publishing Bernard
Grasset, Hitler took back of course certain things on Luther. An
American journalist thus relates we said it that Hitler had only a single
testicle, in the big despair of her mother, which will conceive the second
child with her husband. He irritated her.

Luther is the first German theologian who translated the Old Testament and the new
will into German. It is a hero, certainly debated, but a hero.

We shall take back him on coins for example. I I like German of Silesia (Schlésien),

 I do not go too much into the nationalist frame " good tone
". I say that this country was neither Russian ever nor Polish, that's
all, no more than the East Prussia, which was German during millenniums. Edith
Beer, a very close friend of my mother who bears the same name as that of my
disappeared aunt, is native of Silesia. She returned us a small
visit recently, in October, 2010. Albert Einstein was also native of Silesia
seems to me you it, or from the sudètes.

Irina, a friend of Marita, other one of my aunts, her is native of Mazurie, where from
comes the Mazurka. Even there, this region was always and is always with very
strong German majority since millenniums. During the war, a Russian soldier had
antagonized her mother.

She had answered him that if he( killed her it would be obliged to kill his daughter
also. Polish and Russians were always particularly idle and intolerable in this
country which was never theirs.

Recently on the other hand, I was able to attend the show of choruses and dance of the
orchestra of the Russian army, which was previously called the choirs of the
Red Army, the more committed name. The dancers and the dancers are exceptional,
slim waist and hourglass figure. It is dancers of smaller size, that did not
manage to stay in the bolchoï, but choreographies are however remarkable.

Luther, to return to him there, was a big reformer, rather than a prophet.



He drafted his 95 proposals, rose against the indulgences, but also guaranteed for
rather abominable crimes. At that time, the church deceived the people, and
asked him to fill the boxes. It was necessary to pay so that its soul can rise
to the sky.

 

 

The indulgences were really a shape of programmed murders. The Roman church
murdered massively with this stratagem.

Manuel Diez did not manage to protect his sons, in particular David, but whom could he
make? It was a fabulous genius. And as usual, the story shies away under their
feet.

He who had written to Giscard d'Estaing (and he answered him), who went as far as
sticking his posters, doubtless underestimated the erring ways of the Gaullists,
which are inveterate quibblers. David finished as Abdelkader Bentayeb, my
beautiful brother.

Have a good laugh of this world.

Who are we today with Sarkozy, whom my wife Hanifia hates as I said it excessively who
is? France is on the edge of the abyss.

Exactly, the Gaullists, who are if we want, or in a way by a sort of metaphor, the big
invisible spirit about which speaks Jesus, that is other thing than communists,
were made one more time the servants of a figurehead as Sarkozy.

Jacky Lhomme is the only one who gave the impression to me of emerging in the world
of our Gaul so prosaic.

The country is in the political impasse, with thick clouds of hucksters, of menus
local tyrants, of caciques, profiteers. All want that we go into their game.
From time to time they make a few showbiz to recover, and offer you petit
fours.

Since the money goes into their pocket they are satisfied. One of them had even guest
Sitting Bull, at least his descendant. French are as babies, we can laugh at it
also.

I do not make of in priori, I am not obsessed. I observe that as long as they prick
us our women they are satisfied, but at the bottom they well make fun of us.
The horrors which Israeli committed in Palestine prove the limits of what can
be made. They are all the same the real drips. No word on that.

We cannot agree to restrict to admit such crimes, in the incalculable
consequences. Nobody can accept it. Nothing more will ever be as before. The
world does not have an other outcome anymore than to attack Israel. He does not
have an other choice anymore.

And even the most fundamentalist Jews know it, it is not acceptable. That we return
them their lands. Return them their lands a point that's it.

How can they murder children so? It is not possible.

Here we are, the world is what it is. The cowardice is everywhere. He is terrible this
report.

We cannot redo what was already made. In my job, when
I work on a steam room, or in a reactor, for the manufacturing of medicine, I
notice that this job I also partially inherited it. This job, it is also a
profession and nothing else. Today I also work for nuclear power plants, in the
food-processing industry, the industrialist.

Somewhere, I am a little relieved that my mother, who
is Protestant and goes to the temple, gets closer a few Catholics. Times are
hard. My wife, who is from the Maghreb, hates the current leaders of the world,
that of an unprecedented industrial and financial Crash, Bush, Sarkozy, and
other loonies, other profiteers of the regimes. The speculation is everywhere.
How were people able to arrive there there?

 

 

It is necessary to say it, the world will never be than it was and what it was.
Current World is terrible. We shall not redo artists as Manuel Diez.

Fortunately that my mother, who often goes to Evangelische Kirche of Paris, Protestant
temple, makes some concessions to the Catholics. It is the lesser evil.

The disappearance of his son David, my brother, or still that of Abdelkader
Bentayeb, my beautiful brother, are facts which prove the madness of the
society. She crushed them. Abdelkader had known an important cranial trauma.

The older brother of my father also died in circumstances similar to those who saw
the disappearance of David. My big father was it never.

He was the elected representative, the "primogenito". When my father
returned him in Spain, he died from sorrow and from the emotional shock.

In his manuscript on the fire of the church Santa Catalina arisen in 57, my father,
towards the end of this manuscript, speaks masks which had realized my
grandfather to guard a memory of the lines of the face of his son who bore the
same name as him.

 In the death of my grandfather, Vénancio, my father did the same. He made I believe drawings, and
masks with some paper if I remember well. We were in the hotel Juan II who my
grandfather died.

When I think of Mrs Dominguez. The Dominguez de la Torre was and are always
exceptional musicians, native of Galicia, as José Soto. They are two twin
brothers, with their sister Téré. In the time a French drummer completed the
group. All the directory of the varieties and the Rock passed there. They were
in their big time among the biggest musicians of variety of Europe, in every
first ones. I and two friends planes also created a group at the same time.

I was even a member of a group of new-wave. An Anglo-Saxon group. My uncle Norbert
had friends in Germany who established they a very good rock band Country
music. I like very much Ryth' m blues. Eric Clapton is the big Anglo-Saxon
musician of our time still alive I believe. Norbert played the Hawaiian guitar.
It was its speciality.

Poor Mrs Dominguez died in conditions which I do not want to develop here. It is a
little the same scenario as with David and Abdelkader

 I see them every day the loonies and the crazy. Take mayor of my city.

He managed to make change the name
of the city by depriving her the particle " lès-Gonesse " (I played
10 or 15 years rugby to Gonesse). He changed the name also even recently and
renamed in the name of Mr Bigel the street along his detached house.

It is a pity that the Council of State let Michel Aumas change the name of names and
make what he wants in the city without reacting.

Only 23 % of the voters was able to surrender finally to the ballot. In the pretext to
modernize our city, we destroy a part of his past.

 

It is true that Mr Bigel received Sitting Bull, but I would not say so many his relations with the international and the anarchists,
saying that the right is ready for anything to remain as she can. My mother
also thinks that it is better "Arnouville". Finally I was made there
also, willy-nilly.

I think here of Mrs Mercier, who was assaulted a few years ago by hooligans.

Her husband was my mathematics teacher, as her too I
believe. My mother also was assaulted by hooligans in the wood of Condos, which
had managed to steal her her bag.

 

 When we had been champions Ile-de-France by team in athletics with Sonny, it is just if Mr Bigel had not
come spit us above. It's also this the right. It is very often the contempt the
most shown by the human condition.

The big clubs, which we had all beaten and reviewed, moved back in front of nothing to
try to despoil us and to dispossess us of our title.

I have nothing against the big clubs, even if some of our athletes almost beat
athletes of the same big clubs, and made him moreover. When I played the rugby,
I remained unconquered 14 or 15 times against Racing CF. Same the first one of
Racing.

 ere I summarize because that's not all. I understand well that the big clubs have a different politics.
Gonesse beat Béziers or Narbonne once I believe, in Racing. The match ended in
blood bath. It is to say that the big clubs are not still so sports as we are
willing to say it. The club arrived in quarter or in semi-final of the French
championship one the year after its creation.

I am one of even rare players to have lost never against Racing. I was very happy
every time we arrived at Racing, every time the national, European and world
records of the pole vaulters of the Racing are posted. One of our pole vaulters
of Arnouville has the same bankrupt to beat Vigneron grower in the training.
Houvion is on Facebook. It is a nice guy. As Romain Mesnil. There is a lot of
others.

 The year or I pulled the kids, the team arrived in head in a tournament Groupama of 3000 teams. I also managed
the brothers Castel. The younger child was France champ with the racing CF, and
better trial marker on the season in French championship, without counting
international matches. It was the spearhead of the attack of Racing CF and he
was France champ in the Parc-des-Princes with this team. I managed him with two
other players.

Everybody has to move forward, but in my spirit, as soon as young villages or small
villages of 200/400, or 10 000 pilgrims begin to beat them, to hang on such or
such title, the big clubs rear.

An omnipresent, careerist, aggressive and upstart, ready right in anything to
reach its purposes and its most square, the most backward combinations,
constantly looking for to humble the others, gangrenes the same big clubs.

One year I remember, when the big clubs, the big stables, were afraid of losing too many
titles in front of youngs, they went as far as deleting more than half events
of the French championship. It is a legalized and officialized cheating. This regression does not frighten them.

It is a regressive vision. All this because sometimes a small village of 200
inhabitants picks up the title in the relay 400x100 or other.

A good scandal of doping taken out of the bundles of sticks to make diversion and hide the
worst, some downgrading at the age, some deceits furthermore and we do not
speak about it any more.

 

One year we would already have been able to be champions Ile-de-France, there were
no more than three teams in the race, among which two that we had beaten by
20/30 points of gap during the last seasons, but the arbitration did not allow
it.

It was necessary to wait next year.

In the being lacking match, the referee had not whistled at least for 80 offside of
position of the opposite team during the party, what had deprived us of any
point of reference.

The plethoric score in favour of the opposite team masked a totally failing
arbitration.

We had been defeated after all at our home on the way back 4 - 3 on an ice-cold
ground, having been able nothing to exploit on the way out, essentially because
of this partial refereeing.

Charles Pussey, in the center below, confided me that during a qualifying match of
French championship between The PUC and Sarcelles who he was present in
terraces, a essay was granted to the PUC while there was knock-on, and an other
one was refused in Sarcelles while it was about a false knock-on, the essay of
Sarcelles was valid. Sarcelles had won on the ground but lost on the paper. The
PUC, which also brought out to us, won most of its matches only of a point or
two of the gap. He will fail against Bagnères in the Park ( 9-16 ). The route
of the PUC this year remains suspicious.

Philippe Mondon is on this photo also, I remember all the players. He was interwieved by
journalists of the television during the terrible disaster of Haiti, because he
wanted to take orphan with her friend. It is the fourth at the top by leaving
of the left. Larrieux, Didier Clément, are among others also present on the
photo. I am below, the last but one to the right.

I do not here want to draw up the inventory of all the deceits which take place and
set course in a popular sport as the rugby. Or in other popular sports.

But it is an important parameter. When we saw certain things we remember it, and it
modifies profoundly the perception that we can have about certain clubs which
have to their credit several national titles. We were friends' band, everybody
knew each other in the team. Numerous players passed in selection.

In our opponents, I think of Aulnay, a very good club filled with national titles,
against whom I just played when I was small against very good seniors. But
which disappointment during a match who the referee had been bought, and
crossed off for life afterward.

Today, it is professional moreover. The money took the power.

The worst moment of my career, it is this match against Villeneuve-la-Garenne on the lawn
of the Stade Français. 400 spectators armed with iron bars, American punches
and other handguns had invaded the ground. I found myself at the moment under a
grouping. I took a bad blow on the sole of the foot, the balance sheet :
fracture in the third collar of the metatarsal. It pursued me all my career
until today.

The referee was crossed off for life.

I finally spent a MRI which has allowed to reveal Morton's névrome. I was
operated. I was 45 years old, I had this terrible pain for 18 years.

 

In parallel, as says it very well my wife Hanifia, the fact that we are today in
the erythropoietin ( E.P.O) of second generation, undetectable, modify widely what
we can think of high-level sports.

Because the crisis makes the bed of the most reactionary right which is, non-stop on
the defensive and totally folded up on its interests, always on the defensive.

You should not make a mistake there. In a country, when the police is
systematically made the relay the worst tyrants who are, in the biggest
contempt of the law, with all the ministerial troop, it is that that smells the
singed. Big is the confusion as soon as we deal with security or with safety.

A few years ago, having worked for a secondary school for vocational training and a
Porsche factory, because I had worked at the national leader's in inhalation of
smokes of weld (articulated flexible arms, hollow rails alu), I was received by
police captain and agent, to work exactly in the safety. I was not retained by
this new subsidiary of the SNCF (FRENCH NATIONAL RAILWAY COMPANY). But it has
me however allowed to make for me for a better image of the police

There is a lot to be done against the criminality, against the terrorism, but do we
really want to give ourselves the means ? The real will would be needed to
advance files, yet we see it, all camp over the most regressive mode which is.
We do not want to go at the end of a joint representation. Due to wanting to
make things through the top, we do not consult any more the base.

In the same way, few texts appear on the Spanish art. I am there to remedy it, to
allow the general public to build up to itself an opinion, to open new horizons
of expression.

It is necessary to blow up the bolts of this absurd society that we want to impose
us.

It is necessary to re-establish, to restart on well separated bases.

Manuel Diez was a fabulous genius, the successor of the Van Gogh, Utrillo, Picasso,
Monet, Gen Paul and others. Even there senator Claude Estier, who had an apartment
in quoted by the museum Cortot, lived him the impossible incredible life, even
there the governing power lived him the infernal life. Even there the society
has to make nothing big artists, and she learnt nothing so to speak of them, or
almost anything. He was an immense successor, and it is this continuum which
was broken.

Because the political universe is absurd, its contradictions and his about-turn are
numerous. It is because the market of the art has to see nothing more with the
human being, with the art in the noble sense. Manuel Diez already prefigures
that are the ruins of the Christianity.

Today, a religion as the Islam does not ask any more for its rest, she remains
hermetic in the Christian principles, folded up on its community. The oumma as
said Hassan II, the community.

 

And if Hassan II was octavien, as my wife is an octavine, it remains tangible that the
only common points between our religions are the ascendancy of the community.
Manuel Diez's death, it is a little the end of an a little less abrupt painting.

I read some of the books of Hassan II, and I who know especially Algeria, and who was
able to attend the tension between Morocco and Algeria, with the lock of the
borders, I find that a leader clear-sighted and imaginative as there were him
lack many.

 

I saw the movie who Yolande Moreau embodies Séraphine de Senlis in the perfection, I
found him admirable. We had gone to Senlis with Méré the last time when she
came.

She lives to Toro and has many health problems with the knee.

Séraphine finished to Clermont, who I sometimes went when I was an ambulance driver.

It is almost also the worse as saint-Anne. Her end was terrible. André Gill died in
internment also, to Charenton I believe.

Montmartre, district of Utrillo, Marcel Aymé, so many artists will have seen the end of
this exceptional character whom was my father. He " had his mouth "
as we said of him.

There is very numerous years of it, an old lady was murdered to Arnouville, in her
house near Gif's Mount, for 10 or 20 francs hardly. With knives, she had to be
in nightdress or at her home in her bed. A horrible crime.

Later, just a step from there, the place who started the famous debate on the
self-defence with François Art, with whom I fought two or three times at the
high school to Gonesse, and to Jean-Moulin also I believe, it is the famous
theft of car radio

Mitterrand had invited him to have dinner on the Elysee. I ignore if he knew about this
crime, but he occurred not far from the facts. It is one of my old classmates,
Cahard, who was in the SAMU ( EMERGENCY MEDICAL SERVICE ) with Art. He was
nursing in the time.

I found rather pathetic Mitterrand in this affair. We masked him the truth. Cahard
confided me that it pissed the blood in the SMUR which took him to the hospital
of Gonesse, it very almost stayed there. I was in the army at this moment
there, in Germany. It had been on television.

Really in this country, there are two serious left tendencies. The center left, which
regrets constantly the incapacity of the left uniting, taking care and getting
through the right, of whom Mrs Bouissy about whom I spoke in the manual worker
of introduction is one of representing main head teachers, and the communism
with Maoist tendency, which raises clearly the question: " that shall have
raised us sets ? ". Then, it is the spectre of the division and the
incomprehension

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Above a former cliché of our house to Arnouville. The promoters came of everywhere over the years,
encouraged by all the hucksters who followed one another in our city.









He is far the time of the studio. Above my brother David getting ready small tables
in foot.

 

 

 

 It is David himself who realized all this series of pictures and photos of paintings, because he made of the
photography. He wanted to be a photographer, and he finished taxi. His clichés
form however a very beautiful series. The first one and the only one to this
day. My mother does not want that I publish her on the Web.

As I regret David, not to have been able to or known how to better protect him, but
the story was underway and nothing more could thwart his tragic fate. His
military service had badly passed, as that of Ingo ended brutally. For him,
that badly ended. Others were more violent than him.

If my older brother would have been placed in rest home from the beginning, he would
still be maybe there today, but my mother has never wanted to place him, she
always refused herself there. He played a terribly harmful role on him, and
considerably prevented me from watching more the security of David. Ingo
blocked him the road without even if to report it. "Le Unmensch", as
calls him Hanifia. But it is today too late, and I have to now to my turn stay
up Ingo also, for lack of having paid enough attention on David.

Poor man David, he had a strong personality, a big so particular and funny sense. We
had harvested the grapes sets in Beaujolais, to Lancié and to Perréon. Often
brought out us on Paris and in suburb, to see concerts, in the 80s. David
seemed to me to like the life, but he did not pay enough attention on his, and
the others did not manage to take care of it on his place. We were too poor, he
had accumulated the problems throughout his entire life. I would never have
thought that he can disappear so young.

As the XXth century was cruel also, and deprived everything to us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Photo with Sandra, the girl of Pepe Perez, the older brother of Pédro Perez, whose godfather he was.

 

 

Manuel Diez Matilla: a forgotten fate

 

 

Psychoanalysis of the work of Manuel Diez Matilla

 

3th part

Revision in Saturday, December 8th, 2012

By Christian Diez Axnick

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Touch with the sweat,

You careful and with love.







My father had made the lounge of the independents with
Prudencio Salvador Asencio, a Catalan surrealist. This one was of the family of
Micaela Asencio, the maid of my priest of baptism, the R.P. Don Primitivo
Belver, one of his close friends, as was him father Charnin in Montmartre, a
Swiss.

 

I had spent one fortnight with them one year before the olympics of Barcelona and we
had visited Catalonia. The maid of the priest as said my father, in reference
to Anny Cordy's song which so much made him laugh. Since the death of Primi, I
called her, the bishop's palace paid her a sum of money of which she would have
been able to touch nothing if she had let things continue so. Everything almost
crossed her under the nose. She said to me that my father was " a padrazo
", and it is true that he was rather possessive with his sons. Micaela was
always a very funny woman, endowed with a strong sense of humor.

 

 

 

 This Prudencio's picture prefigures you he the disappearance of Primitivo? A creature with a skeleton of
sardine dried up on the dry and dry desert?

Doubtless.

And this one is reminiscent of the priesthood and of the church service, with some
allusions to the Passover.

 

 

 

 

 This one is very interesting, with these three chaps in front of a deformed mirror, on a
checkerboard. The time dilates and deforms, up to the space far off. The mirror
has three reflections, the characters duplicating, with a sort of peacock
behind them.







This one treats again the space who the nature survives and struggles as she can.
The following one evokes the time, the music and the temporo-spatial
deformation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The picture above is more of iberian inspiration and warrior. The following one is a sort of allegory of the
freedom.







I have to say it, Catalonia is a very beautiful region or I had advised to my father
to come to paint. Primi and Micaela showed me a magnificent villa which their
owner had given them to guard.

The view since the top on the terrace was extraordinary, and I slept in a fabulous
bed, a bed Wiking, a magnificent and majestic, solid and massive wooden room, a
real marvel of cabinetmaking. The villa was magnificent, a jewel as we find there
only to Sitges, just a step from the beach.

I suffered a lot when the Catalans of Samaranch and Maragall obtained the games
in the general indifference, them who exterminated half of Europe with the
Nazis, crossed off from the card the Baltic states, so participating in the
biggest massacres of mass of the history of the humanity as I have already said
it in the manual worker of introduction. I would have been satisfied with some
demonstrators in the street, one who several thousands would be necessary so
that democratic Europe wakes up finally. No cat in streets, which
disappointment, which shame for the pluralism and the class struggle.

 When I was for the faculty in 1983, we had 6 months of strike of the speakers, while the extreme left-wing
activists of the UNEF took 1:30 am over 2:00 am of conference, 3 months of
strike of the administration, 8 faculties come demonstrate in Paris, without
counting the thefts of U.V., the failure for the 20th consecutive year of the
university reform. The drama of the left, it is not to know how to suit
according to the objectives. Something is rickety, asymmetric, double standards
as to the right. All this obliged me to leave the university for the army.

Today, nothing goes either, nothing evolved for lack of awareness. The reforms always
failed systematically. My mother goes to the Sorbonne in auditor on the other
hand.

I have to say, because a lot of people in my family was and are rather a socialist (Maruja, David) that
I have all the same Mr Lionel Jospin's rather good opinion. Ingo had been
invited in a banquet of the highly-rated of Tours I believe. They were some at
table. When I had arrived to Paris IV to join in Paris I, I had fallen on him
in 1983, and I had asked for directions in a way. Jospin had informed me. It is
a nice man, intelligent. His failure in the presidential election is not the
reflection of its human high qualities. One of my old classmates had him as
speaker several years. He had been taken to task in Palestine, so as Michèle
Alliot-Marie a few years ago. But globally, Lionel Jospin knew how to bring his
moderation to the left strengths.

Fortunately, I made this journey for the invitation of Primi one year before the games. I
was for a perfectly clear boycott, but we did not let us express us. My stay in
Catalonia is unforgettable, in Barcelona, in Tarragona, to Sitges, on the coast.
The Dali museum is magnificent.

The tapestry of the Creation in Girona is a unique room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Andrés Serrita, my old professor of flamenco, a close relation of Sabicas, was born in
the district gypsy of Barcelona, the poorest district. Sabicas is one of bigger
flamenquist of the history, with Carlos and Ramon Montoya, Escudéro, Paco de
Lucia, or even today Vicente Amigo. The father of André was also a big
guitarist of classic and flamenco.

This journey is the last one whom I made in Spain who I had the opportunity to be
with Primi, later I went to Toro in 2011. And
then when we see how Sarkozy vainly tried to plunder our national heritage, it
is necessary to face the facts, we are on the defensive in an unstable world in
the uncertain next days.

He proceeds with a modus operandi which consists in
dismissing people, in particular people who say themselves of left, or people
squalid, treacherous and upstart as Séguéla, all this troop of bootlicker.

I would have done well one year furthermore with Yvette Taborin in Paris I Tolbiac,

but the theft of my U.V. dissuaded me from continuing the archaeology and the history

 in a university who reigned the most complete anarchy. It is one of the last communist, Marxist
intellectuals, the last one must to have known the biggest Russian theorists,
French of the communism, the doctrine come from Germany, because Marx was a
German baron. But the Russians made even more hardly in theory. It was also a
big prehistorian and a traumatologist.

I would almost go so far as to say that after Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir, she is the
last one of the left-wing intellectuals who had her speaker's pulpit, must to
have influenced the left-wingers.

 

The lounge of the independents, which my father made with Prudencio, because in the
period he wanted that I help him to sell in France, he had already made
prestigious lounges and his work were quoted, was it is necessary to say it a
failure. Nobody paid attention on us, nevertheless the work of Pruden is
remarkable. The expedition which we made knew no success. It is true as well that
my father did only expose paintings of small invoice. The view which we had on Mr
Lemoine's fields in the time who the promoters had not come yet. Since they
built in front of at our home. Before, there were fields everywhere all around.
He had also brought views of the museum Cortot which saw crossing so many
painters.

Renoir is the first one of them to have settled down in 12 street Cortot. My father
did not appreciate his painting. I live in street of Strasbourg in Arnouville
today.

Utrillo lived there also. Sometimes, drunk, he threw his brushes on the passers-by. Her
mother, Suzanne Valadon, came there also. She was from Limousin as Renoir.

 

Many of the others came, almost all the impressionists there, among whom Van Gogh,
Cézanne.

There is no single number of the street Lepic in Montmartre who celebrities did not
live.

Oneevening, we almost visited Dalida, but we did not dare.

I had to take up boards on the roof of my car and take all the load, Prudencio had
put and placed his paintings in small wooden caskets that he had made.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The journey was difficult. My father was particularly irascible. It was one of last
chances for him. The journey of the last chance.

Many people dream about independents, but only the celebrities take out there
financially.

Or still at the most some protesters, some modern, nonconformist artists, are a
surprise and sell. For it they benefit from a whole sales network and from
assured and developped loyalty customers.

It is the hard law of the market of the art. It is American businessmen and German journalists
who launched Picasso, in its debuts when he made quite a lot of etchings. The
market of the art has its codes. I I eventually loved Picasso, in particular
its magnificent painting " Massacre in Korea " which is to the museum
Picasso of Paris. It is the really committed work, that shows the anonymity of
the slaughters, the mockery which accompanies human rights. He dashed a lot in
France also, in the wash-shed. It is there that he painted the young ladies of Avignon
and Guernica I believe which is today in Madrid.

Prudencio, you will have noticed it, is as Catalan naturally influenced by Dali. Some of
his surrealist paintings carry numbers, figures, as the figure 7.

Figures have a place and a dominating meaning. Dali is really a monument of the
surrealism, as my father is a monument of the cellulosic aquatic and floral
landscapes, or the ochre and grey in the oil painting.

 

 

 

 (Detail of the carpet of the creation)



The painting of Dali is a clean, floodlit painting, who the subject occupies a
dominating place. As I said it, my father spent the last three years of what is
its career to the museum Cortot, for which he hated the director, Mr Charpentier,
what had paid him only half of its salary in three years.

He eventually was proved right in justice, in the term of two or three years of
procedure.

Carpenter bought himself the luxury to be invited in the time on the small screen, on
television, who he presented the sign of the Agile Rabbit. It was lead years,
years Mitterrand, years who Thierry Paulin terrorized the district, the worst
years which are.

 

My father stuck him a whole series of recommended, of lawyers, witnesses,
bailiffs.

Today, we are in a way in the inverse extreme, people are embarrassed, they do not
know any more to which saint to dedicate itself. Sarkozy locks the media,
dismisses the opponents alternately, the system is padlocked.

It is this bolt which it will be necessary to blow up at the appropriate moment. Too
many people find him intelligent, while he is the representative of the of the
worst systems of thought, one of the worst nationalisms of Europe. To bring out
him from there will be very difficult, and I do not still know if I could lead
this fight.

 

 An alternative solution, a global strategy, the will is needed to finish it with the current system. For
that purpose, the left must know how to at the same time forgive and know how
to reorientate its ideas.

She has to question himself.

How come that a painter as my father, whose production represents thousands of
paintings to the oil, pastels, acrylic, tables, furniture, folding screens,
without counting what he made with the clay of Téjar, how he can be made that
the society abandoned him, as it abandoned David, how we can arrive there  ?

 

It is the real question that it is necessary to have the courage to put. If we want
one day to restart on healthy bases, it is necessary to solve these questions.
A accompaniment is needed, that investors made something, and not the
profiteers, the speculators, the businessmen and the commercial without
scruples.

(Other detail of the carpet of the creation )

 

 

  We live in a world either people are divided, separated by their ideas and their interests,

or the differences revive. Everything is separated, divided up. The world knew
profound transfers since the 70s, since the end of thirty glorious which go
seems to me you it from 48 to 78. He will never be as before.

It is necessary to propose, to conceive a future, and not to cut itself from this
future, even if the times changed. I do not either want to make of demagoguery.
I shall like returning to the earth, Hanifia and I would want to buy a detached
house and to sell the apartment. I would like to return to brushes there, and
to stop this tempestuous and unbearable life who we keep you only two or three
weeks in the engineering consulting firm who you land.

 Yes, I would have to stabilize professionally. My big regret, as for Hanifia, is not to have been
able to have of child. And then, I should more work of my hands, and to drop a
little computers. It is necessary to strengthen our thin experiences.

The air of time is for the revolutions, but my generation, castes or classes by which I
passed, was not really able to express itself. The broadcasting is padlocked,
by Bouygues, by Berlusconi. All these white knights would have to make way a
little more for the people. They ever made nothing or raised the little finger so
that the current contemporaries can express themselves, take advantage possibly
of this great tool that is the broadcasting, or we do not serve more than as
petit fours and as appetizers to the guests on trays. Nevertheless, satellites,
it is everybody who pays them.

All swear only by the audience, argue as powerful media, but to short view and in
cyclical limits. We not were built nothing more with this system private and
closed on all the initiatives, or the presenters break of the ballast only of
time in other, and still, to cloud the issue better afterward and suppress the
revolutions in the egg. They make everything to remain in a system become today
archaic, television which does not correspond any more to our time and to the
problems to come, firmly in the hands of the power.

 

 

 

 

 Manuel Diez Matilla: a forgotten fate

 

 

Psychoanalysis of the work of Manuel Diez Matilla

 

4th part

Revision in Saturday, December 8th, 2012

By Christian Diez Axnick

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 You went out and you left.

If it is a work which I recommend to the lover of Montmartre, it is the " Guide of Montmartre "

(Guides Horay), who lingers to describe with an extreme accuracy all the streets and them legendary
tenants, all the prestigious places, the addresses of the impressionists,
without counting the test card of the North, in 3 street Girardon, way of both brothers.

When I went to the concert of Maurane " O Nougaro ", she entrusted to the public that Claude Nougaro

and Diane Dufresne lived in Montmartre, who she also occurred.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Above a piece of furniture realized by my father to the studio in the 70s.

Rigor and sobriety of tones leathers characterize the work.

 

 

 

 

The painting of Dali, memories of Africa testifies she of the mysticism of the
artist, and beyond the modern currents of time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 It is on the other hand a single man, in front of himself and of his fate, on the picture of bottom that
we find.





The contrast is striking, he testifies many of the reality. Below the famous carpet
of the creation in Girona. A unique part. My father did not see him. I shall
risk however a parallel in the field of the ideas strengths.

 

 

 

 

 

 Indeed, if it is a reality difficult to clarify with a painter as Manuel Diez Matilla, it is to know how
he was able to shine on the painting during decades, to breathe such a spirit,
before dying in the forgetting and of horrible conditions of the end of life.
His Calvary lasted two years, and nobody had the courage to abbreviate him.



Yes, you should not forget it in spite of the well roamed propaganda systems which
exist, my father came from a labor and modest middle, he was always modest.
Toro of my childhood, and at a much lesser level Castile, Basque Country and
Madrid, are at the time of the rather miserable regions. The poverty is still
everywhere. The language, the Basque, and beyond the alive Indo-European
civilization in the Basque world, is a big language, very interesting.

 Toro is one of main cradles of the Christendom in Europe, but also and especially

a popular bastion, a place or the expression of the people, its tendencies, its tastes,

its traditions, are something which still remained very strong.

The link with the Middle Ages, with the golden century, the style plateresque,

with the Moresque origins, the popular cheeky humour, the implanting of this magic place of the Christianity,

all this conditioned the mental structures of the artist.

 

 The " Toresanos " are people of a certain taste, a certain lifestyle. Honestly, when my father
started in the painting while he was hardly 4 years old and made soldiers with
the clay of Téjar at about 8 years, balls, he often asked for the opinion of my
grandfather or my grandmother, he was too small to suspect his talent, and
tried to see, to know of what the others thought of his painting. Once bigger,
he continued to ask them for their opinion, and also for that of her sister
with whom he always remained very close, my aunt Angelita.

At that time, the freedom of today, the contempt shown for the conventions,

all this was absent in the Christian morality, it did not exist, purely and simply.

 People were and lived happy, the idea of hatred as nowadays did not exist.

Only the civil war upset an important part of the spirits and the behavior.

But this labor, deconsecrated world and in the lifestyle so peaceful, lively,

in the powerful strengths, lived in a very old frame framed partially by the church

who my father had to draw inevitably his inspiration.

To tell the truth, it is the power of his genius which had to lead him little by little
to bigger projects, of which that to emigrate to France once its taken
decision. It is thus necessary to consider the frame of the birth of its work.
And also his faculty to change abruptly of direction.

His departure in France corresponds to an abrupt change and sudden. He had to send
a little money to his parents, as the major part of the immigrants. As he
always said it, he came in France to work, what many people did not still
understand here.

The Spanish people are people of an immense taste, and my father synthesized well
this prodigious experience, which he stopped making fruit. I have to say it here,
being of a rather low physical constitution, his physical vigour was enormous,
which contrasts with its end of life who he was not more than a vegetable of
some kilos. In France, the doctor had entrusted him that he had never seen
lungs as his. It is
to say if he was strong, and worked hard. A sacred dose of physical strength is
needed to paint and work with brushes and paint as he always made him. He also
had a good eye, the intelligence of accomplished master.

 

 

As everywhere and always, shadows and lights live in us. Manuel Diez is really the
painter who knew how to give a direction, clear the real solutions of future.
His pictorial adventure begins on the banks of Duero, along castles and
landscapes of Castile, and ends in Paris, by way of a large part of Europe,
Sologne and the Basque Country in particular.

Many of his works scattered. And then he made so many furniture, tables for the décor
du logis, Mrs Mush, Mrs Weintraub, the big trianon in Versailles, the little
trianon also I believe, so many other customers, Biarritz, Deauville, Tours.
His gigantic work is fragmented almost everywhere in the world today, it
scattered through all the family and the friends, the buyers.