Seen with Other Eyes (an interview in a local newspaper ) One of the few caricaturists around the Canary Islands who has an international projection, Jorge Molina (Monkey) is a Peruvian artist attracted by the magic of Lanzarote. A native of Arequipa, with his portfolio and his pastels under his arm, he’s spent 20 years wandering through the islands, alternating between Lanzarote and Ibiza. In Peru and Germany he worked as a newspaper cartoonist, capturing the features of his subjects with rapid outlines, projecting his drawing beyond and beneath the skin of his subjects to sketch the secret personality with speedy subcutaneous strokes. “Every man,” says this lover of the instant photo booth, “has his authentic personality drawn on his face: characteristic features that make him an individual and unique, a special creature on Noah’s Arc.” This caricaturist sums it up the way wine was made before, stomping the grapes to get the essence. “Persons without a definite personality,” says Jorge Molina, “it’s difficult to synthesize in a few strokes because there’s nothing in them to sum up: their life experiences don’t show up, it seems as if they haven’t really lived. They’re part of what’s called the human herd, the faceless mass that shows no particular personality.” “But human fauna,” according to Molina, “is replete with people who are crying out for a portrait drawn between the reality and the histrionics. For example, the two most caricaturizable Canarian politicians are Ramon Olarte, with that Saharan visage, and Manuel Hermoso, with that broad brow and prominent nostrils. Saavedra is more difficult because he is the image of indefinition… And I say it because a caricaturist has to be a psychologist and a translator who can quickly define the personality of his subject at first glance.” “People who are difficult to draw, it’s because they don’t show their personality.
But in Spain there is quite a quantity of caricaturizable personalities: Alvarez Cascos, Aznar, Borrell, with his elegant equine profile. Pujol, of course, Cristina Almeida, Anguita, Felipe González, with those bags under his eyes and that hound dog look; prince Felipe, with his swan’s neck… and so on… the list could go on and on.” “Children, for example don’t have a in them caricature because there isn’t a developed character that can be translated en four quick strokes: their’s is a caricature in waiting…” declares Jorge Molina. This greatly accomplished Peruvian caricaturist, who has his own Website on the Internet, explains: “A person who is anodyne lacks caricaturizable motifs because there is nothing in them to sum up. At bottom, making a caricature is definitely like making a psychoanalysis on paper, although one shouldn’t press too hard. I always try to maintain myself on a line just at the limit between joshing and jeering, far from cruelty: in other words a critical representation must not involve offense or vengeance.” Molina sums up, saying, “Just as there are persons who were born to be caricaturized, and are amused to recognize themselves as if they were seeing themselves in a mirror. There are others who fear caricature just as they fear fire, and it’s painful for them to see themselves as the object of mockery. That is an erroneous concept of caricature, which does not deal with mockery, but rather consists of the portrayal of a person in a more or less exact way, but exaggerated. An artist enjoys portraying the subject’s personality, as if it’s a game of riddles, trying to win by gaining insight into the subject’s interior world.” (article in Diario de Ibiza, 22 August, 1983)
JORGE AND CAMILA – ART IN THE STREET: At the present moment I’m sitting all alone, pensively sighing. It seems to me that there must be other men, in other countries, pensively sighing. Looking beyond their own self-portraits. I can see them in Germany, Italy, France, Holland, Sweden, England, Luxembourg, Austria, Finland, recalling the moment and the stroke and the instant in which Jorge Molina drew their portraits on any of the summer nights in San Antonio. It is quite an agreeable portrait, and Jorge Molina and Camila, his muse, had a great deal to do with that happy coincidence.