{"id":5,"date":"2014-04-16T18:57:17","date_gmt":"2014-04-16T18:57:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/s198833962.onlinehome.us\/julesmccue\/?page_id=5"},"modified":"2018-02-06T00:21:29","modified_gmt":"2018-02-06T00:21:29","slug":"latest-work","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/julesmccue.com\/?page_id=5","title":{"rendered":"Marfa Texas: The Hairy Man from the East, 2011 – 2014 [Exhibition]"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Unsold paintings still available: Jules McCue Phone: 0406664181<\/p>\n

\"1.<\/a><\/p>\n

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  1. Adhocism<\/strong><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

    Even the mountaineer came back from the mountain, from sand, sea, the mineral world, water, empty-handed,<\/em><\/p>\n

    \u00a0<\/em>Aun aquel que volvi\u00f3 del monte, de la arena, del mar, del mineral, del agua, con las manos vac\u00edas, [1]<\/em><\/p>\n

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    \"2.<\/a><\/p>\n

    2. Adobe<\/strong><\/p>\n

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    What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?<\/em><\/p>\n

    Que podia decir sin tocca sierra? \u00a0<\/em>[2]<\/p>\n

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    \"3.<\/a><\/p>\n

    \u00a0 3. \u00a0Ancona<\/strong><\/p>\n

    even the bellringer moving the sky on a cord, fell from the church through the dark of the graveyard;<\/em><\/p>\n

    o aun el campanero que al mover en la cuerda el firmamento<\/em>cayo de las iglesias hacia la oscuridad y el cementerio; <\/em>[1]<\/p>\n

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    \"4.<\/a><\/p>\n

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    1. Retablo<\/strong><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

      And I pray that my eyes never shut, even for death: I who need all my vision to learn,<\/em><\/p>\n

      \u00a0<\/em>No me cierren los ojos aun despu\u00e9s de muerto, los necesitare aun para aprender,<\/em> [3]<\/p>\n

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      \"5.<\/a><\/p>\n

      5. Barbican<\/strong><\/p>\n

      Traveller, beware: keep a curious eye on the glooms of the highway, the mysteries crowding the walls.<\/em><\/p>\n

      \u00a0<\/em>Por eso, viajero, cuidado con las tristezas del camino, con los misterios en los<\/em>muros. <\/em>[4]<\/p>\n

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      \"6.<\/a><\/p>\n

      6. Predella<\/strong><\/p>\n

      Ask me where have I been and I\u2019ll tell you: \u201cThings keep happening.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

      \u00a0<\/em>Si me pregunt\u00e1is en donde he estado debo<\/em>decir \u00ab\u00a0Sucede\u00bb.<\/em> [5]<\/p>\n

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      \"7.<\/a><\/p>\n

      7.\u00a0Caravanserai<\/strong><\/p>\n

      I am glad to have come from such faraway country: . . . never dreaming of permanence, intent on my vagrant humanity, to live and unleaf like tree.<\/em><\/p>\n

      estoy elegre de venir de tan lejos, de tan tierra: . . .sin esperanza de permanecer, decidido al humano transitorio, destinado a vivir y deshojarse<\/em>. [6]<\/p>\n

      SOLD<\/strong><\/p>\n

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      \"8.<\/a><\/p>\n

      8.Bozzetto<\/strong><\/p>\n

      O fated to dark perpetuity, to singular being\u2014imageless granite, matter made perfect, irreducible, cold.<\/em><\/p>\n

      Ah ese destino de la perpetuidad oscurecida, del propio ser —granito sin estatua, materia pura, irreductible, fr\u00eda<\/em>: [6]<\/p>\n

      SOLD<\/strong><\/p>\n

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      \"9.<\/a><\/p>\n

      9.\u00a0Durbar<\/strong><\/p>\n

      Among vanishing bodies, I alone sat down in the motionless train.<\/em><\/p>\n

      \u00a0<\/em>Entre los cuerpos que partieron me sent\u00e9 solo en el tren inm\u00f3vil. <\/em>[7]<\/p>\n

      SOLD<\/strong><\/p>\n

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      \"10.<\/a><\/p>\n

      10.\u00a0Reliquary<\/strong><\/p>\n

      At dawn, I stumbled inside, looking for secrets, things lost in the coaches,<\/em><\/p>\n

      Entre titubeando en la aurora: anduve buscando secretos, cosas\u00a0 perdidas en los vagones, <\/em>[7]<\/p>\n

      SOLD<\/strong><\/p>\n

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      \"11.<\/a><\/p>\n

      11.\u00a0Enfilade<\/strong><\/p>\n

      I am glad of the great obligations I imposed on myself.<\/em><\/p>\n

      \u00a0<\/em>Estoy contento con tantos\u00a0 deberes que me impuse, en mi vida [8]<\/em><\/p>\n

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      \"12.<\/a><\/p>\n

      12.\u00a0Propylaeum<\/strong><\/p>\n

      In my life many strange and material things have crowded together\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

      \u00a0<\/em>En mi vida se amasaron extra\u00f1os materiales<\/em>: [8]<\/p>\n

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      \"13.<\/a><\/p>\n

      13.\u00a0Fictile<\/strong><\/p>\n

      the breaker of horses came back unhorsed, broken by death in a box;<\/em><\/p>\n

      \u00a0<\/em>aun el domador que volvi\u00f3 del caballo en un caj\u00f3n, quebrado y fallecido; <\/em>[1]<\/p>\n

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      \"14.<\/a><\/p>\n

      14.\u00a0Oubliette<\/strong><\/p>\n

      because the hand\u2019s work is a destiny and life shapes itself to their scars.<\/em><\/p>\n

      \u00a0<\/em>porque hacer fue el destino<\/em> de las manos y en cada cicatriz cabe la vida. [1]<\/p>\n

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      \"15<\/a><\/p>\n

      15.\u00a0Chantry<\/strong><\/p>\n

      and I in the train, a dead smoke among improvident spirits, bent under the burden of so many deaths, felt lost in a journey in which nothing else moved but my own way-worn heart.<\/em><\/p>\n

      y yo en el tren como humo muerto con tantos inasibles seres,\u00a0 por tantas muertes agobiado me sent\u00ed perdido en un viaje en el que nada si movi\u00f3, sino mi coraz\u00f3n cansada.<\/em> [7]<\/p>\n

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      \"16.<\/a><\/p>\n

      16. Rhyparos <\/strong><\/p>\n

      time writes in the ciphers of water and rock for no one at all,<\/em><\/p>\n

      \u00a0<\/em>y que la edad escribe letras con agua y piedra para nadie, [4]<\/em><\/p>\n

      SOLD<\/strong><\/p>\n

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      \"18.<\/a><\/p>\n

      17.\u00a0\u00a0Matiere<\/strong><\/p>\n

      my penchant for loneliness—to keep to myself in the frailty of my personal whim,<\/em><\/p>\n

      mi inclinaci\u00f3n a ser\u00e1 solo yo mismo en la debilidad de mis placeres,<\/em> [8]<\/p>\n

      SOLD<\/strong><\/p>\n

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      \"17.<\/a><\/p>\n

      18.\u00a0Pastose<\/strong><\/p>\n

      That is why— water on stone—my whole life has sung itself out between chance and austerity.<\/em><\/p>\n

      Por eso—agua en la piedra—fue mi vida cantando\u00a0 entra la dicha y la dureza.<\/em> [8]<\/p>\n

      SOLD<\/strong><\/p>\n

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      \"19.<\/a><\/p>\n

      19.\u00a0Bodegone<\/strong><\/p>\n

      How with my soul and my tears, I have cherished your obstinate soil, your destitute bread and your peoples;<\/em><\/p>\n

      Como, hasta el\u00a0 llanto, hasta el alma amo tu duro suelo, tu pan pobre, tu pueblo pobre, <\/em>[9]<\/p>\n

      SOLD<\/strong><\/p>\n

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      \"20.<\/a><\/p>\n

      20.\u00a0Vanitas<\/strong><\/p>\n

      Bone-dry and taut, day\u2019s drum skin, a sounding opacity: that\u2019s how Spain was: an eyrie for eagles, flat- landed a silence under the thong of the weathers.<\/em><\/p>\n

      Era Espa\u00f1a tirante y seca, diurno tambor de son opaco, llanura y nido de<\/em>\u00e1guilas, silencio de azotada intemperie.[9]<\/em><\/p>\n

      SOLD<\/strong><\/p>\n

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        Unsold paintings still available: Jules McCue Phone: 0406664181 Adhocism Even the mountaineer came back from the mountain, from sand, sea, the mineral world, water, empty-handed, \u00a0Aun aquel que volvi\u00f3 del monte, de la arena, del mar, del mineral, del agua, con las manos vac\u00edas, [1]   2. Adobe   What can I say without […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":2,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-5","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","content-columns-1"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/julesmccue.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/julesmccue.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/julesmccue.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julesmccue.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julesmccue.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/julesmccue.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":767,"href":"http:\/\/julesmccue.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5\/revisions\/767"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/julesmccue.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}