In early December 2009, died in Cordoba, a great painter born in my village: Paco Serrano Velasco. Unfortunately I never got to know him thoroughly, I came to Granada and he stayed in Cordoba, but the few times I talked to him in my teens huella.Era certainly left me one of those guys do not forget, someone who always had something important to say, especially sensitive, while radical and very sentimental. He had a difficult character and could not stand the nonsense and half-measures, especially with regard to arte.Si there genius or what we call natural talent he had, but the natural sensitivity and total dedication to the painting also brought solitude almost hermit life, compounded by health problems in recent years.
This summer I called for the drafting of the book fair Fernán Núñez, I wanted to do a small tribute and asked me a colaboración.Acepté immediately, and knowing that other artists could talk more extensively about him as person and friend, I just a comic page and text which explain my limited experience with Paco and my feelings for her painting.
the end that's what makes us better than an artist of this caliber, his great work, Paco has died but his pictures are terrible and beautiful forever to show that another world they lived daily.
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