Sempere

     Sempere hands me leaves of a bright life, far from the specters
vivified by earthworms, far from the horrible ugliness of afterbirth
bazaars.
     Sempere hands me leaves of a bright life, far from the stalactites
and the crescents of snot, tiepin-crests as big as a little Eiffel Tower,
remarks by jewelry in heat.
     Sempere, with his leaves, drives out those characters those flower
vendors who hawk a forget-me-not for half a million.  The forget-me-not
is as beautiful as a painting of splotches with no ulterior motive.
The forget-me-not and the splotch with no ulterior motive are part of
the same category of beauty that nature possesses.  Sempere is one of
the few young painters to escape the magnificent deluge of splotches.
Sempere has designed projects of heights on which white rain falls from
a bright sky.  He paints battles of tears of joy.
     Sempere's colors are the colors of rocks, stones, earth, gray-white,
ochre, and brown.
     Sempere's point of departure was in the sphere of order of Sophie
Taeuber-Arp; subsequently he was influenced by fans, "abanicos", atmos-
pheric horns, Venetian blinds, and delights of what remains in the air
from the geometry of the miraculous juggler Rastelli.
     Sempere has painted the most intimate intentions of the air.

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