War, hunger, victory and finally, as always, death.
They are described in the first part of the sixth chapter of the Apocalypse in which the presence of seven sacred scrolls with their seven corresponding seals is also mentioned. And it is said that when the seventh seal is open the Apocalypse will begin.
The allegory of the horsemen.
The white horse of the rider of victory. Always with his bow and the essential crown that symbolizes that he was victorious in the battle and wears it now because there will be no doubt who will be the victor and who will be defeated. It also represents the triumph of evangelization, of his will and of the word of God on earth.
It is the only one with a certain positive meaning, hence the reason for the white horse. The others represent evil. In reality they are the consequences of the first rider that according to other versions could mean a false evangelization, a confusion with the authentic words of the Lord against the seductive conditioned words of Satan, consequently the first rider may actually be evil with capital letters.
The second is the red horse, war, bearer of the sword of the last judgment. It was given to him to slaughter one and the other and eliminate all rest of the peace on the face of the earth. His sword is very large ...
Next an immense black thoroughbred… It is hunger. He carries a scale in his hand and repeats over and over the price of wheat and barley, absorbing the lives of whoever is in his path. He must control the balance and the contribution of the people.
We lost, it was inevitable. On the other side of the scale there is only a feather, as the Egyptians well knew, and our greed has no limits ... we lost control and consequently, our soul. To end up losing his head to the sword of judgment after hearing the words that could have saved us.
There in the distance, and finally, an old and famished bay horse on which the rider of death rides that calmly and with a soft voice, while extending his bony hands, says: "come".
“Kill with the sword, with hunger and slaughter. Without forgetting the beasts of the earth, they will collaborate with you ... and among brothers, men have destroyed each other. "
But my riders, they do not speak of the end of the world, no, but of the much mentioned, in recent years, the famous death of painting.
That is the reason why each and every one of the figures that make up this strange landscape; Each mountain, each bush, its hanging gardens and its paths are figures in the paintings, drawings and sketches of the best painters in history such as Goya, Picasso, Edgon Shiele, Antoine Weirz, up to Duchamp himself with his latest and not so well known painting of the peephole in the door in which he could demonstrate that he killed the painting but that it was not out of envy because he did it as well as the best.
The pity is that the project is so huge that I have not been able to finish it in so few months. They are two meters typical of the purest vaquoi horror of the Baroque with hanging silhouettes halfway between the two dimensions that would form both layers of paper.
Four drawings, each one belonging to a rider but all joined together to form one.
I guess the reading is simple:
Opening from the left a stroke of light with the last two figures that represent the repentance and hope of the human race facing the great white horse of victory and his words. The one that has risen from the heavens through a glory break from which the four seem to depart.
That little dancer from Degás, completely out of place, is the beauty facing war and all its horrors, she is small but she does not lose her value for that.
We observe terrible scenes typical of Goya's magnificent engravings in "the disasters of war" along with other images that only represent the consequences of this.
And in between a girl with her big book. It is the wisdom that between war and hunger tries to find a solution. But she was late and she is still too small.
Hungry men devouring each other, cadaverous and desolate people who walk on both sides of the rampant black horse of Hunger.
And in the end when she arrives there are nothing left but the withered remains of what was once the world, of everything that was alive ... now everything has gone with the last rider. He said come and here there was nothing better.
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War, hunger, victory and finally, as always, death.
They are described in the first part of the sixth chapter of the Apocalypse in which the presence of seven sacred scrolls with their seven corresponding seals is also mentioned. And it is said that when the seventh seal is open the Apocalypse will begin.
The allegory of the horsemen.
The white horse of the rider of victory. Always with his bow and the essential crown that symbolizes that he was victorious in the battle and wears it now because there will be no doubt who will be the victor and who will be defeated. It also represents the triumph of evangelization, of his will and of the word of God on earth.
It is the only one with a certain positive meaning, hence the reason for the white horse. The others represent evil. In reality they are the consequences of the first rider that according to other versions could mean a false evangelization, a confusion with the authentic words of the Lord against the seductive conditioned words of Satan, consequently the first rider may actually be evil with capital letters.
The second is the red horse, war, bearer of the sword of the last judgment. It was given to him to slaughter one and the other and eliminate all rest of the peace on the face of the earth. His sword is very large ...
Next an immense black thoroughbred… It is hunger. He carries a scale in his hand and repeats over and over the price of wheat and barley, absorbing the lives of whoever is in his path. He must control the balance and the contribution of the people.
We lost, it was inevitable. On the other side of the scale there is only a feather, as the Egyptians well knew, and our greed has no limits ... we lost control and consequently, our soul. To end up losing his head to the sword of judgment after hearing the words that could have saved us.
There in the distance, and finally, an old and famished bay horse on which the rider of death rides that calmly and with a soft voice, while extending his bony hands, says: "come".
“Kill with the sword, with hunger and slaughter. Without forgetting the beasts of the earth, they will collaborate with you ... and among brothers, men have destroyed each other. "
But my riders, they do not speak of the end of the world, no, but of the much mentioned, in recent years, the famous death of painting.
That is the reason why each and every one of the figures that make up this strange landscape; Each mountain, each bush, its hanging gardens and its paths are figures in the paintings, drawings and sketches of the best painters in history such as Goya, Picasso, Edgon Shiele, Antoine Weirz, up to Duchamp himself with his latest and not so well known painting of the peephole in the door in which he could demonstrate that he killed the painting but that it was not out of envy because he did it as well as the best.
The pity is that the project is so huge that I have not been able to finish it in so few months. They are two meters typical of the purest vaquoi horror of the Baroque with hanging silhouettes halfway between the two dimensions that would form both layers of paper.
Four drawings, each one belonging to a rider but all joined together to form one.
I guess the reading is simple:
Opening from the left a stroke of light with the last two figures that represent the repentance and hope of the human race facing the great white horse of victory and his words. The one that has risen from the heavens through a glory break from which the four seem to depart.
That little dancer from Degás, completely out of place, is the beauty facing war and all its horrors, she is small but she does not lose her value for that.
We observe terrible scenes typical of Goya's magnificent engravings in "the disasters of war" along with other images that only represent the consequences of this.
And in between a girl with her big book. It is the wisdom that between war and hunger tries to find a solution. But she was late and she is still too small.
Hungry men devouring each other, cadaverous and desolate people who walk on both sides of the rampant black horse of Hunger.
And in the end when she arrives there are nothing left but the withered remains of what was once the world, of everything that was alive ... now everything has gone with the last rider. He said come and here there was nothing better.
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