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Raúl Guerra – An Eclectic-Mutilayered Traditional Artist

This week’s featured artist is not African but has great interest in African people(s) and culture. Raúl Guerra refers to himself as an eclectic-multilayered traditional artist in possession of a computer, which he uses to keep in touch with the ever-evolving digital world.

Born in the Spanish province of Málaga, Ronda, he spends most of his time drawing, painting, designing, and creating new love/light-formulas. For him, art pertains to every important aspect of his life.

Raúl wasn’t able to isolate the type of art he does but says: “it all coincides with and lies within my perpetual search for extreme beauty as a personal idea. That is, not just the edges of beauty as a concept, but the essence of beauty itself. Therefore yes, Africanized artworks, Fantasy stuff, Realism, children books are the areas my work shows most interest.”

Rise Africa interviewed Raúl to explore his digital art world on his “African Woman Series” creations and here is what he had to say…

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The crowns!!!

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I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.