Friday, 22 April 2016

Leon & The Ortiz Guardian...


Today has been a good day. I am gradually feeling more comfortable with travel again. A quick jog around the city helped me orientate myself. Leon is divided into blocks, much like the US. As an English person used to windy roads, I find blocks difficult as they all look the bloody same. Hettie, Iona, Ava and I - along with a couple of Scottish boys - climbed the cathedral to the roof. it is the largest cathedral in Central America, a huge white domed building showcasing spectacular views across Leon, with volcanoes in the distance.

I have spent most of the day drinking smoothies and strolling through the streets, wandering in and out of churches, taking pictures and enjoying the city. I haven't found Leon to be the colourful, revolutionary extravaganza as described in the guidebooks. It is interesting and unique, but it doesn't have a pulse that makes me want to stick around for much longer. My camera, however, certainly found love with Leon.







One spectacular aspect of Leon is the Ortiz Guardian art gallery. It is a stunning labyrinth of rooms, interlaced with courtyards and gardens. There were even turtles swimming in the atrium pools. The artwork was of a huge variety; ranging from renaissance and evangelical paintings from the 1600s, modern pieces from all over Central America and collections of Miro and Picasso. I felt a palpable connection to Barcelona upon seeing these latter paintings, remembering a perfect holiday of cobbled streets, art and Spanish culture.

There was even a Henry Moore sketch, who seems to crop up whether I'm at a gallery in Copenhagen, Nicaragua or Wakefield. Each time I see his work, I find it increasingly mesmerising. I used to hate his sculptures, finding them ugly and meaningless. However, it took a wise art teacher to point out the smoothness and fluidity of the sculptures juxtaposed with the cumbersome body they depict. The Henry Moore sculptures displayed outside at the Louisiana Museum of Art in Copenhagen they looked so striking set against the Nordic sea. I've grown to discover art should be viewed in three dimensions, and I find the energy of the gallery a key factor. The terracotta rooftops and open courtyards of the Ortiz Guardian were so romantic, so integral to Leon, the setting itself brought the paintings to life. I felt I had stumbled on somewhere very special in this gallery.

The Miro and Picasso pieces were a remarkable reminder of how the Spanish roots stretch across Latin America and unite the countries. Yet the centuries old catholic paintings remind us how the Spanish took this land by force and made their mark, enforcing their religion and colonial buildings onto the indigenous people. I saw hundreds of years of conflict unknowingly etched in these beautiful paintings. It gave me very mixed feelings enjoying something so beautiful and cultural but knowing at what cost.

The modern pieces from Central America consisted of many abstract human figures representing despair and anguish. The paintings were bright, bold and striking, echoeing the vibrancy of Latin America. Some, especially the ones from Honduras, were dark ad disturbing. It's an astounding collection, the gallery strives to allow lesser known artists to display their work. It was a very peaceful afternoon, complete by walking back past the cathedral to market stalls and eating Nicaraguan street food; chicken off a barbecue, gallo pinto and spinach patties, in the late afternoon sun.

Imogen









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