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 […]
Step into any white-cube gallery in Madrid’s Salesas district, scroll through the feeds of Barcelona’s emerging painters, or stand before the monumental canvases Spain ships to global biennials, and you’ll spot it. The bull. Not the living, breathing, suffering animal of the dehesa, but the mythological bull: the totem of virility, the silhouette of national […]
The bull isn’t a metaphor. Not here. Not in Spain. It’s a pulse, a shadow, a wound that refuses to close. When we talk about tauromaquia—the art of bullfighting—we’re not dissecting a sport. We’re dissecting a ritualized death, a centuries-old performance of power, grace, and blood that has carved itself into the Spanish psyche. In […]
There is a lie we tell ourselves about protest art. It goes like this: it erupted. Someone felt the rage, grabbed the brush, tore the poster from the wall, and the image poured out whole, like blood from a wound. We want to believe this because it flatters the mythology of the artist as vessel, […]