About
Luis Rey
by Alejandro Jodorowsky
William Blake
said: “If it is not excessive it is not genius...”
Andre Breton said: “Beauty shall be convulsive or shall be not...”
Arthur Cravan, Dadaist poet said: “The idiots find only beauty beautiful...”
Luis Rey belongs
to, and realizes all these declarations.
He is the judge, executioner and victim.
Redeems and corrupts the concept Vampire.
The Greeks
were the ones that wasted the world inventing “Beauty”...
Yes! they stupidly confused proportion, equilibrium and niceness with
Beauty.
And from then on, the artists walked with that nail in their feet.
Luis Rey has
wisely escaped from such aberration.
He doesn’t give a damn about good taste, equilibrium, tea room delicacy,
bland niceties, degenerate harmony.
His form of expression surges from the disorder, from the vomit over the
face of venerable castrated teachers; from the freedom of refusing to
lick the posterior orbicular muscle of academies formed by the wise whores
of the official T.V.
He doesn’t
want order with its garlic-smelling breath! He wants Chaos!
The Chaos of
Luis Rey is going to produce, from the bleeding swamp it reveals us -
mirror of the world- a radiant woman that will feed the planets with a
silver tea-spoon: The collective soul of the Human Race... so that the
divine and diabolical Permanent Consciousness can be reached.
Each one of
Luis Rey’s works is a cataclysm.
Son of Mexico’s Sacred “Bad Taste”, he sees God in the
purple flesh of the sacrificed animal, in the putrid stones of the mega-cities,
in the mechanical intestines, in the reality of a present time split in
four, pierced by the horns of a greedy past that refuses to die and a
murderous future that transforms
consciousness in death...
In the prologue
of Maimonides to the first volume of the Talmud it says: “Come together,
oh wise men, and wait in your seats. I want to give you a beautiful gift:
God’s Terror...”
In the same
way don Luis present us, above or under traditional beauty, a terror that
is no other than all being immersed in this strange thing that is the
universal matter.
King St. Luis
kissed the wounds of lepers,not only to cure the sickness, but also to
pay tribute to the beauty of that rotting flesh because he knew it was
God’s language.
The divine
alphabet is made-up with worms...
The Painter
St. Luis Rey kisses his own wounds, puts himself a dinosaur head because
it is more his face than the white skin mask that his parents imposed
on him and with mixed colours in order to annoy us wisely he show us where
we all are going: to Extinction... Just like the one we know happened
to the antediluvian “monsters”.
May his mourns
and protest awake eyes and revive earsfor those who make darkness may
finally understand that our death implies theirs.
The gospels
proclaim that one day the young will be prophets.
I believe those times have come.
Thanks for
hurting my defunct sensibility!
I salute you
St. Luis Rey!
Alejandro Jodorowsky
Paris 1991
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