We have forfeited nature. And this transgression has exacted a very high price. We’re no longer in communion with our innate intuition, slowly drifting astray, led by our hubris, we have been orphaned of any long-lasting, entrenched spirituality.
Why Art? Why me? These are hard-hitting questions which I pose myself on a daily basis, and perhaps I’d be better off paraphrasing the Bard’s Twelfth Night for an appropriate answer. That is: “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.” In as far as I’m concerned, the latter—if at all—would apply to me. And I say so in all humbleness, not as a means to dodge or evade such nagging quandaries.
It was never a choice to be steeped from day one in a world in which art was center stage. My family and I were like the moons that orbit a planet; that planet being Joan Miró. Furthermore, ours was a world of high art, where originality and genius go hand in hand. And for the past twenty-five years I have devoted myself to spreading a unique legacy; of making known and disseminating an endless universe of beauty and wonder, of magic and awe. I have never strayed from this lofty goal, and trust to have succeed to some extent. I might as well add that in the process I have put aside any personal ambitions or designs that I could have harbored. Till now.
But before I carry on, I think it is necessary that I settle an important point: never have I considered myself a “professional” artist of any kind, called myself thus, or have had any inkling or aspiration of being a “serious” one. However, in the last couple of years I have witnessed (like millions of others) the plundering of the planet’s resources; its unremitting and relentless ransacking; in short, the merciless looting to which it has been subjected. Knowing this to be a harbinger for poverty, exile and ultimately the death of humankind, I have racked my brain trying to figure out how I could, in any way, contribute to turn the tide—no matter how insignificantly—of this grim scenario. The question was how? How could I contribute with my grain of sand?
And needless to say, art is the only means by which I believe I am able to reach a likeminded public who might care to join me and some of my friends in this meaningful yet herculean task. I will undoubtedly have a fair share of detractors; those who will claim that I am taking advantage of my surname to further my “career”, (something I have never had and never will). But if such were the case, so be it; I can live with it. Moreover, if my surname helps in raising awareness of what I consider a noble and just cause, so much the better. I have never shied away from controversy; I guess it runs in my blood.
Just as I have launched two rock & roll bands, with the aim of creating awareness of ocean pollution, without the foggiest notion of how to play an instrument; I’ve also dared to dabble in painting, sculpture, collage and ceramics, to remind those of us whose sensibility towards nature is paramount, to never take it for granted. We are learning, unfortunately the hard way, that to do so is to our detriment, and the price to pay very high.
In closing, what I wish to stress is that this—my art—is both a celebration and a cri de coeur for nature’s sake. Nothing else. That no matter how great any art, at any time in the history of humanity is, it never has and never will surpass what nature is capable of creating. Without it, there is nothing. Doomsday. Lest we forget.
Joan Punyet Miró
Palma de Mallorca, 06th October 2022