Bullfighting imagery is not a relic. It is a live wire running through Spanish contemporary art, carrying the voltage of colonial nostalgia, state subsidy, gendered violence, and the unresolved question of what “Spanish identity” is supposed to mean after empire. When I say bullfighting imagery, I mean the whole visual apparatus: the traje de luces, […]
Bullfighting imagery is not a relic. It is a live wire running through contemporary Spanish art, crackling with unresolved arguments about national identity, colonial nostalgia, animal suffering, and the performance of masculinity. In the work of painters, printmakers, street artists, and zine makers, the bull, the matador, the banderillas, and the blood-soaked sand of the […]
The bull is not a metaphor. It is a wound that Spanish visual culture keeps reopening, a national brand burned into the retina from Goya to Instagram. When I say bullfighting imagery persists in contemporary Spanish art, I mean something more specific than nostalgia or kitsch. I mean the tauromaquia apparatus—the suit of lights, the […]
There’s a lie that haunts Spanish and Latin American art criticism. It smells like linseed oil and significant rhetoric. The lie: that political protest art is born spontaneous, that it erupts from the guts of the people, that it is the opposite of planning. I’ve heard this myth in gallery talks at the Reina Sofía, […]
You can’t walk into a major Spanish contemporary art museum without tripping over it. Not the bull itself—though it shows up often enough—but the whole architecture of the corrida. The rigid choreography, the ritualized bloodshed, the strutting masculinity, the sharp cut of light and shadow. It’s there in video installations, in performance pieces, in the […]
Let’s talk about the bull. Not the animal grazing in a field, but the bleeding, tortured icon that still struts and staggers through the white cubes of Spanish contemporary art. You’d think, in a country that passed its first national animal welfare law in 2023, the visual culture would have moved on. You’d be wrong. […]
Bullfighting isn’t a sport. It’s a choreographed sacrifice, a death cult dressed in gold embroidery that Spain has spent centuries selling as high culture. Even as public funding dries up and attendance dwindles, the imagery of the ring—the estoque, the muleta, the blood-soaked sand—clings stubbornly to the walls of our galleries and the streets of […]
There is a print hanging in my studio that I pulled from a linoleum block carved in 1973 Santiago. It is not a masterpiece. The registration drifts slightly left. The ink bites unevenly into the paper’s tooth. The figure of a woman holding a photograph of her disappeared husband is rendered in the blunt, angular […]
You’d be forgiven for thinking the bullfight was dead. Attendance is in free fall, and a 2023 survey by the BBVA Foundation confirmed what the streets already feel: only 19% of Spaniards under 34 have any interest in the corrida. But walk into a contemporary gallery in Madrid or Barcelona, and the bull is everywhere. […]
Walk through any contemporary Spanish gallery and you’ll stumble over the ghost of a bull. It’s there in the sculptural curve of a spine, the splash of crimson on a canvas, the defiant stare of a photographed figure. The plaza de toros may be emptying out, but the corrida—its ritual, its violence, its ecstatic death-dance—remains […]