I remember watching this documentary once when I was a kid. More than the final painting, those images of the artist working in a huge space sticked to my mind: experimenting, touching the materials, walking around the painting. Ever since then I hear his name, the idea of an artist comes up to my mind. Not Renaissance, no Romanticism nor Contemporary. Tàpies.
And later, in Barcelona, in front of his paintings, his posters and sculptures, I confirm more and more to myself than the almost only way of freedom -in more than one sense- is the one he took. A very sad day today, when world missed Antoni Tàpies.
