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Nº 51 Summer 2007
 
 
 
Interview: Guillero Silva


Guillermo Silva

For 30 days, the La Concepción Historical and Botanical Gardens have been populated
by the magical figures of Guillermo Silva (born Bogotá, Colombia, 1921). Painter,
sculptor, engraver, poet and yoga teacher, he has lived in Malaga for several decades.
Now aged 86, Guillermo speaks to us through his son and right-hand man, Juan.


Nené, as Juan affectionately calls him, is waiting for us in the kitchen. Hands that seem to go on for ever and an infinitely deep gaze bear the hallmarks of a life lived to the full. The Silva residence is brightened by countless artworks, and is chock full of startling artefacts and unlikely bric-a-brac, a workshop of dreams where every last corner is suffused with indelible memories. Within these walls the soul of the planet is recycled, everyday energy is created but not destroyed, is transformed, with everything playing its part in this endless cycle: the rain, the tree, the earthworm, the cat... feeding the cosmic flow so revered in Oriental cultures. Every morning, the family of this transcendent Colombian artist heads up the hill to behold the dawn, a sacred moment in which unfortunately Guillermo is no longer able to share as a result of his advanced age. While teaching engraving at the University of Mexico, Silva poisoned his lungs with nitric acid, and headed off to India in search of some possible cure. There he learned yoga, to protect his body through his mind, followed a strict macrobiotic diet based on Yin and Yang, and was miraculously healed. Egg and dairy-eating vegetarians, devotees of such strikingly named treatments as urinotherapy, experts in numerology (Guillermo is every inch a seven, according to his son) and other mystical disciplines, the Silvas are a family in permanent contact with the universe.

 

  Text: Esteban Montero. Photos: Eduardo Grund.

So how did the idea of putting the sculptures on display at La
Concepción come about?

We had been wanting for some time to put on an exhibition here in Malaga. And then we got a phone call from La Concepción and they offered us this chance. It was one of those occasions which life just presents you with, without you lifting a fi nger. It was very special, because it was the fi rst time he had had a single-artist show of his sculpture here.

One really striking feature was the way in which the fauna invented by
Guillermo blended in with the setting...

In the gardens, the same as happens in Norway, for example, which we have visited a lot, nature is in control. Thanks to its scale, La Concepción inspires many sensations, reminds us of the paradise which this area could have been centuries ago. Nature is one of the essential elements of my father’s work, which is why the match worked so well.

Guillermo’s works can be found all round the world (New York, Santiago,
Montreal, Jerusalem...). Have you ever thought about bringing them together in a gallery dedicated just to him?

The idea we have been mulling over for some time is to set up a museum- house right here. The word ‘museum’ refl ects the artworks, but the word ‘house’ describes a way of living, of eating...

The principle of cause and effect which governs the world led Guillermo Silva to “the consciousness of reincarnation”. From the very outset, mediaeval motifs had had a strong presence in his paintings. He had never been able to explain this attraction until someone, without knowing anything of his background, deduced that he had been a knight errant in a previous life. “You see,” remarks Juan, “he is a complete Don Quixote”.

India changed Guillermo’s life and work.

Completely. Look, my father’s family was divided into two, one rich and one poor. The rich side were the owners of the Santa María Bullring in Bogotá. It was there that my father was so struck by all the pain, covering his eyes so as not to see that suffering. One of his relatives said to him “open your eyes and learn to be a man”. That expression marked him for a good long time, his fundamental question being “what does it mean to be a man?”. 50 years later, travelling by car in India, he came across a yogi sitting by the side of the path. My father stopped, got out of the car and understood “that is being a man”. The lesson is that in everything we need a reference point, something to guide us. For him, the reference point is nature. He learned that in India, and reaffi rmed it in Norway.

As I understand it, it was there that he came into contact with the Supreme Being. Are we talking here about God the Creator, and if so, how does the relationship work between ‘creators’, one of the universe we know, and the other of a dream-like universe inhabited by imaginary beings?

Well, my father experienced a revelation through death. He was very
close to dying. That changed his way of looking at life and how he
understands death. For him, the Supreme Being is the sole creator, and
the artist is merely an instrument channelling creation.


And so, I imagine that the creative process would ultimately depend on
“divine inspiration”, to put it one way....

I don’t know where it comes from, but when it strikes it makes him so
uptight that he cannot stop until it is fi nished. It becomes an obsession. That inspiration could come at four o’clock in the morning, whether it is a painting or a poem. He is very instinctive; he works by impulse.

How did he arrive in Malaga? What was it that made him settle down here?

Malaga has a very special energy, although it is increasingly camoufl aged. My father was looking for somewhere warm. His engravings were selling very well at the time in the USA, and we had plenty of money to travel all round. We were in Italy, the Costa Brava, Barcelona, Southern Portugal. We spent six months living in Nerja, and then hired a house in El Limonar, in Malaga. Just as we were about to leave, this man came by to tell us that they were opening a Yoga Centre in Churriana. That was what made up my father’s mind to stay











   
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