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...found inspiration about four years ago when he walked into a Barcelona gallery and saw some tapestries -"hangings," in the current vernacular -by a young Spaniard called Josep Royo. They were insouciant works, with various objects sticking out of the wool. Miró decided at once that with Royo he could and would create a new style, in a career that has had many styles. He sought out the young man, told him briskly: "Let's start working together at once. We are going to break traditional molds." In the next years, the two worked in close collaboration. Every...
Humble Burlap. For one tapestry, Miró picked up a metal stencil for the letter G and splashed it on upside down in brown against bright yellow canvas. Then he hung the stencil itself on the fabric-also upside down. A handy whisk broom was slapped onto another tapestry. Working on a third, Miró's eye lit upon an empty paint bucket; he rammed it into the composition then, as an afterthought, added a fake spill of paint made of canvas. He proposed scorching certain areas to darken the hemp, and soon the studio flared with gouts...
...told Royo where to add a canvas patch, where to drape a cascade of wool, where to drop coils of fishermen's rope. Says Miró: "Wool and weaving give me a great sensual feeling." Agrees Royo: "When he picks up a skein of wool, he closes his eyes to feel it, and cries, 'C'est formidable...
Sober Suit. Miró has "done" tapestries in the past; that is, he made small paintings, and tapestry makers in Aubusson or Gobelins reproduced them. "That does not interest me any more," says Miró. With Royo, he is in at the start. For his part, Royo is pleased and amazed: "We both work from 7 in the morning until 1 o'clock, then from 3 to 8 or 9 at night. I'm often exhausted, but he never seems to get tired...
Small as a gnome, now white-haired, Miró lives and looks, or tries to look, like a conventional bourgeois (even in his Paris days when his friends were Picasso and the wilder Dadaists, he was always the one in the sober suit and tie). He is in search of no publicity at all; he has more commissions than he can handle, more monographs on his work than he can count, more requests for interviews than he cares to consider...