Guillermo Oyágüez Montero
28 May - 16 July
The exhibition

A journey of 50 years

Guillermo Oyágüez Montero

I am 50 years old the same day that my exhibition in Ansorena opens to the public, and a good trip ...Travel or road in the market and art world is what others call Carrera. I don't like that term. If as people our evolutions are slow, and being the same person and artist for me, when that progression is accelerated and forced it lacks sincerity.


On this trip all I have painted are visited places and lived situations. Some landscapes do not, specifically the pictures dedicated to Netflix. There is no other way for me to be authentic, originality has never interested me, perhaps the art market demands it, but it matters little to me.

I have wanted to bring together as a celebration of my fifty years five themes, among others, those that have inspired me the most: the sea, corals, travel, caravans and Netflix. With the sea present in almost all of them, I will only talk about it, about El Mar.

I was born in Malaga, and although we came to live in Madrid soon, we always spent the summer in Nerja. The sea brings me many memories full of nostalgia.


The sea is the umbrella and hammocks of the “Frigiliana City” family, that's what they called us. The mornings dedicated to painting, not very eagerly, in the Axarquía where my father “let me go” until lunchtime, while my brother studied piano, I suppose with the same little desire as me (thanks for forcing us dear Mom and dear Dad, now is our life and we enjoy it).


Later, until nightfall on the beach, we ate at the “Ayo” picnic area. Solfeggio classes every day in the hammock, in such a way that, even when I go, there are foreigners from that time who greet me from afar, marking the beat of four by four with their hands.


My parents: I remember my mother being so modern topless, flirtatious and pretty from that time until now. My father and his openwork hat, which I have been wearing since then because I love being like him. Once a year we all slept on the beach, for me it was exciting, beware, like appearing as an extra for a few seconds in the series "Blue Summer", splashing in a stagnant puddle of the sea.

Best regards with my brother, with my uncles and cousins, and my first gang of friends there, with whom I have little contact now; but that, when there is, it is full of love and truth. Those snacks of quince and cheese sandwiches or sardines with tomato, and that "eat the fruit or you won't bathe."

Or my first crushes of the many I have had, because there are so many exceptional and precious women ... I remember Sandrine, a French woman who arrived one summer with her family in a Citroën “Shark” black with yellow lights. Every summer I went to the parking lot, which was a dusty wasteland, to see if her car had already arrived (I will paint it in a painting), with it my first pumpkins, which would not be the last, so I still carry them well.

The sea is the island of Holbox, where almost eighteen years ago I built my little dream, "La casa el Cacahuate".


The sea is its turquoise blue, it is kitesurfing with everything it carries, such as waiting for the wind to come while talking to those strangers who would end up being my great friends. What beautiful conversations we have had waiting for the lambs, that white foam that announces the arrival of Eolo!


For now I live in Madrid, because art moves here, but I'll go to the sea.

And although I have not talked about painting, this is all my painting: memories, longings and life. I do not need to follow other artists or know what is going on. I do not believe that the answers to the doubts that my painting cause me are in anyone but me, if I have them I know that what I need is a trip, even if it is to the street. I don't want to know what others paint; If they are my friends, I am interested in his painting because they are friends, but I feed on my surroundings, experiences and all kinds of people who, if they are artists, for me it is just one more piece of information.

Thank you very much to all who support my work, you are the wind that pushes me.

I hope you like this exhibition. I appreciate your visit, even more in these times. Nothing virtual will equal a live painting, one may be confused with the other, but the truth will always be the truth.




ALCALÁ, 52 28014 Madrid - Calle de Alcalá, 52. 28014 MADRID · Opening times: 10-14 y 16.30-20.