Celtic sailors, inspired by the rich maritime traditions of Celtic cultures, often symbolize resilience and adventure. Their stories resonate through history, reflecting the connection between the sea and Celtic mythology.
EL.GGoDo’s Celtic Sailor
One notable depiction of this theme is EL.GGoDo’s “Marinero Celta” or Celtic Sailor, painted in 1969, catalogue no. 156. This artwork encapsulates the spirit of the Celtic sailor, merging artistic expression with historical reverence. The piece invites viewers to explore the elements of bravery and exploration that define the Celtic seafaring tradition.
Characterized by bold colors and dynamic forms. The piece captures the intensity of the sailor’s emotions and experiences, inviting viewers to immerse themselves in the vibrant world of Celtic seafaring tradition, intertwining artistic expression with historical reverence. It invites exploration of bravery and the profound connection to the sea that defines the Celtic maritime narrative.
Cada uno saca para fuera lo que tiene dentro, EL.GGoDo dadas sus vivencias Europeas,Asiáticas y Americanas no, se puede decir que su pintura es Ispano-europea mas bien EUROASIATICA.
Nacer aqui o alla, que mas da si, lo importante de un artista pintor son sus obras, no quienes eran sus abuelos o sus arboreas pasadas, si, el 80% de las personas llevan o llevamos apellidos que no nos corresponden (que apellidos tenian que tener los conversos) Si hay naciones que han tenido muchas dominaciones y tiene conversos de todas las razas/de todas las razas, por eso antes de calificar a una persona, tengamos en cuenta, sus actos mentales y fisicos y tambien las inclinaciones.
Si calificamos a los arboles por el fruto que dan -porque no hacerlo? Independientemente de todas estas idas y venidas, EL.GGoDo no nacio donde dicen,nacio: Plaza de Guipuzcoa, retaurante Bidasoa San Sebastian, padres, Jaime Rubio de la joyeria omega frente al hotel Londres y un amigo suyo que estaba de Gobernador en Tenerife fueron los que me pusieron ese nombre: Esto sucedio por el 1960.
Pasados los doce anos de peripecias de llegada, que para que contarlos, es mejor ver el mundo florido y hermoso. En Bilbao yo hice muchas,muchas cosas. Bilbao tiene muchos cuadros de EL.GGoDo, en 1967 pase a otro studyo en Europa y alterne Bilbao con tada Europa y toda con Bilbao no puedo ni contar los cuadros que pinte en estos anos.
—————– ———Por los años 1966-1968————————–
Conocí a Ana Janalore (Alemana) Creo que para mi fueron los años más felices de mi vida;
Ésta mujer,bueno,, no se como definírla,,,,ha sido tan perfecta en todo que todavía me pre-
gunto–como me separe de ella–Estudió en un colegio Suizo >Lo mejor de Europa< de allí
salio hablando tres idiomas y escribiendo les , “montando muy bien a caballo”. Ésta mujer
lo tiene todo,todo; hija única sus padres muy ricos.
La pedían artículos de París y Berlín para diferentes revistas,.Ana tenia que escribir a Boris
a Tokyo para decirle tal y cual acerca de….al de pocos minutos me traia la carta en ingles
perfecto.
Fui tan feliz ,,,,que no sabia si vivia en la tierra o en el cielo….Como mujer hembra tenía todos
los atributos que a mi más me gustaban .
Ha sido la mujer que más me ha querido; contaré algo que parece increible pero es la verdad
en un viaje de Bilbao a Madrid cuando llegue tenía los pies helados —- me quitó los zapatos y
calcetines y metió mis pies entre sus pechos para calentarlos—–
En un viaje a Cordoba conocí a Carole (americana) iba a pasar un mes a Marruecos al dia
siguiente me llamó por teléfono y se vino a Madrid,pasamos la noche en el Hotel Cuzco al dia
siguiente Ana me lo pregunto y le dije la verdad; sin mas hizo la maleta y se marcho para Ale-
mani..
Yo no comprendo como nos separamos, perdona Ana ha sido lo peor que hice en mi vida
Ella cuando se caso vino a Madrid con su marido,comimos juntos en mi casa, cuando tuvo la
niña me llamo desde el Hospital—–Pedrin he tenido una niña—–!Como dos personas tan
afines que se quieren tanto pueden separarse¡….
Sera que tenemos marcado el destino…?pues,,es posible ,si, sigo con Ana, Alex no hubiera
venido a éste mundo.
Lo pienso muchas veces creo que es mi guia “Spiritual”el que me lleva por los diferentes ca-
minos de la vida.
Ana,a pesar de todo,todos los dias te recuerdo,estoy sólo; pienso en ti y soy feliz……..
EL.GGoDo..
Un desamor terrible para mi, con la madre de mi hijo Alex ” Australiana” la entro la morrina de su pais y se marcho primero a Londres, alli les localize y llegamos a un acuerdo,porque retenerles en Londres mientras la corte decidia, era malo para todos,ellos marcharon para Australia y yo estuve a punto de marchame a Grecia con una que conoci en el aeropuerto,pero volvi a casa, no podia ver ni el studyo ni el apartamento, no podia dormir, llame a mi amigo Boris a Tokyo le conte lo que me pasaba y me dijo tal dia nos vemos en Paris que mal lo pase nunca habia tenido esa experiencia, bueno tome el billete para encontrarme con Boris en Paris y en el viaje de air france se me aparece un angel de azafata y lo del flechazo, la dige que iva a Niza que en el areopuerto encontraria a Boris -porque no vienes con nosotros? lo mirare y si puedo voy,llego Boris de Tokyo y los tres nos marchamos a Niza pasamos unos dias y volvimos a Paris, Boris se quedo en Niza tenia alli una casa muy bonita yo fui a vivir a un apartamento que me alquilo una amiga de Mirian, el mejor sitio para mi arriba en el Sagrado Corazon, donde estan todos los pintores, entre subidas y bajadas del amor se pasaron cuatro anos; Muchos viajes hicimos a Tokyo para visitar a mi amigo Boris Tarna,que buen amigo fue para mi y su mujer Lorna, encantadora mujer. A Boris le recuerdo casi todos los dias cuantas idas y venidas de Kobe-Osaka-Tokyo he sufrido mucho su muerte, que pena,no, despues de estudiar tanto para los idiomas, tener tanta experiencia en los negocios,viene la muerte y termina con tigo.-Pero asi es la vida? “Mirian” pues ella se quedo en Paris y yo por europa. Pinte muchos cuadros y me llamo Jose Luis Lasaga Belategui que vivia en Poerto Rico con su mujer Presen, tome un avion y para y a San Juan,tambien pinte muchos cuadros algonos vendio jose Luis y otros por alli estaran, aparte de las divertimantas y los buenos tragos que fueron muchos,muchos. Los fines de semana nos ivamos a la montana haber las ranas por los arboles, esta zona muy bonita se llama Yunque y mi amigo Jose Luis que bebia mucho y fumaba mas esto ultimo termino con el y me supongo que Presen seguira por alli, no he tenido mas contacto con ella si, estas cosas pasan lo vas dejando y cuando te quieres dar cuenta se pasaron los anos, Carole,Carole que no me olvido de ti,esta simpatica mujer la conoci en el tren ella y su amiga iban a Marruecos a pasar un mes al despedirse de mi me pidio el telefono y se lo di, al de dos dias me llamo y nos pusimos a vivir juntos,cuando se le terminaron las vacaciones se marcho a N.Y. trabajaba en la cebc de T.V. yo la visite varias veces en N.Y.,como lo pasamos, es una muje creativa,formal y sobre todo no miente, en el teatro que bien lo pasamos, N.Y. tiene muchos y buenos, yo queria tener u hijo ella no podia y lo dejamos. En N,Y. hay bastantes cuadros de EL.GGoDo en los Angeles y Mexico,etc,etc. JAPON le gusta mucho, sus gentes trabajadoras incansables,formales y bien organizadas. Centro Europa, buena tecnologia el trabajo bien organizado y todos soñando con la libertad no ipocrita La periferia, bueno mejor dejarlo así. America es el paraiso soñado pero cuando llegan allí las cosas son distintas. Fruto de todas éstas vivencias y amorios en todas partes es sú obra. Tambien trabajador incansable y formal ha hecho 6,500 dibujos y pintado 1600 cuadros.
The Ascension, the bodily ascending of Christ from earth to heaven (Dictionary.com). What my late father was saying in this painting was no matter whatever religion you believe in we are all equal as the body of Christ ascends to heaven and we will remain that way for the rest of eternity and in the presence of all.
The painting is a message of peace, and therefore I am discussing it today considering Ukraine and Russia, and other countries in the world that are in conflict.
My father had a personality of intense emotions and passions, but also, he was a man of peace and nature. Rest in peace Papa.
Recently, in a respectable Spanish newspaper, called the “Diario de Leon” appeared an article that was very well written except for a few minor errors and omissions that have been pointed out to me by my fathers’, EL.GGoDo’s friends – however I will overlook these here. The original article can be viewed here: https://www.diariodeleon.es/articulo/cultura/reivindicacion-ggodo/202101170232382079021.html the author whom I will not name contacted me to see whether I minded whether he wrote an article about my father and I replied no, I did not mind. The article is completely his article. I have translated the article from Spanish using Microsoft Word translation feature. Here is the article:
Claim of El Ggodo
The legendary and bohemian figure of the painter born in Veneros is driven after his death by Alexander Rodriguez, one of his sons, ready to transmit his art, Leon and his unique life.
A representative portrait of the work of El Ggodo. DL
JANUARY 17, 2021, 2:32 AM
The Ggodo was not the most famous painter, but his paintings populate many Lioness houses and there is work of him even in the Cathedral. And out of Leon, too. He disappeared without leaving any clues but distant signs arrive from Canada, Germany, Australia… The man, Pedro Rodríguez Fuertes, was born in León, but the painter, El Ggodo, in San Sebastian. And all explainable. Anyway, they’re the same person. More than a singular type, which was, we could talk about a plural type. Someone unwilling to let go of the infatuation. And, what is no longer known whether to classify as dexterity or pathology, never forget the women he loved. He died in León, but it was barely known. A squeal in the Basque media and a farewell in the Sarria de Mungia tanatorio (village of Biscay) was his last review. Maybe one more break to fate but full of feeling. Now, from Australia his son Alexander Rodriguez claims it through a website on a dizzying artistic and vital journey.
In the local artistic world few remember it, but his work is present in the private and the institutional. His biographical portrait is at first glance unlaped. The autobiographical, a whirlwind. And their bonds, more than persistent. “I was in León in 1984 and 1985, in 1993 and 1999. I enjoyed every trip there. I have fond memories of Veneros and Leon and their people. I would like to take my son to Spain,” says his son Alexander, son also of an Australian tennis player named Susan Alexander. That virtual site is a life treaty.
Bohemian
It is the journey of the wandering man, as defined by Victorian Crémer. And sometimes erratic, recognized by himself. The romantic painter or bohemian who lived like a king. The memory is as proud as it is melancholy. The love of his life may have only been one, but he had many. He lists them himself and they seem key to the influence of his becoming. Fact that incurs the constant contradiction of El Ggodo and that makes sense in this account, since it is himself who in the first person and to explain his life and work resorts to this personal data and that are of compulsive infatuations and a lot of travel.
The Ggodo was veneros in León but Basque in the Basque Country. Although he ended up defining himself a citizen of the world. He was born in 1933 but also in 1960, when he says that in a restaurant in San Sebastian, his father and the owner of the place named him Godo. Then he added a g and assured decades later that he was even plagiarled by the typography of his signature and his name written as follows: EL. GGoDo. And that’s where he seems to start his life as an artist.
There are lion intellectuals who remember it but not so many. Maximo Rascón, who even demanded months ago a well-deserved secure document deeper than this text, to glor make up the figure of the painter of Veneros, considers it more than just that it is remembered. More importantly, he did have knowledge of el Ggodo’s death last June. And so vuelapluma recalls that there is his work in the Cathedral, but that at the end of his most active stage as a painter he offered some strange paintings. In those paintings there are UFOs, spaceships, astronauts… next to religious symbols. And he must have squeaked a little. But he painted landscapes, portraits, abstractions… Marcellin Cuevas, an art critic in this newspaper, may have been able to come up with some guarantee theory about this mysterious mutis.
Image of the artist next to one of his works. CUEVAS
Vicente Pueyo, also deceased and illustrious of this house, wrote about him in Diario de León.
And, of how not, it is common that the eternal Victorian Crémer dedicated a Crémer to Crémer tohim. And although he said that The Ggodo was capable of the sublime and the forgettable, in those lines he defines him as a dazzling creator of realities.
In memory
But it turns out this appears: “In loving memory of my father Pedro Rodriguez Fuertes, EL. GGoDo 26th of March 1933 — 11th of June 2020”. And it’s about his son Alexander J. Rodriguez. Alexander’s idea through that website is that his father’s figure should be preserved as an artistic flame. In fact, he says that “I’ve always liked to know who enjoys my father’s works.” And from that leit motive, as of course the family and emotional ties, Alexander highlights the origin of El Ggodo in Veneros.
He had two more daughters, eight grandchildren, a great-grandson and two brothers. He himself accounts for up to 1,600 works, which were sure to be more and are sown by the places of his life.
The story ends in Veneros, where it began. Perhaps he now arouses curiosity to know more about himself and his work. Or simply serve to put in order an ungovernable catalogue of which there is a note on the aforementioned website. Because it gives the feeling that the story of El Ggodo rather than an end seems to deserve the asterisk of ‘will continue’ as a life that only fit in many other lives.
The article written by Mr Fulgencio Fernandez, titled: “El hombre que pintaba a cuatro manos con Dios”, can be found at this website (written in Spanish): https://www.lanuevacronica.com/el-hombre-que-pintaba-a-cuatro-manos-con-dios and I have translated to English using Google translate so interested readers may get an idea of what it is about. I will put my responses in square brackets [ ] to distinguish it from the original text. I was going to ignore this work of Mr Fernandez but I think it is important to reply to some of remarks in his article.
Before I start I would like to say that overall the article appears to have taken parts of what I wrote about my father and smashed it together with what he wrote about himself on elggodo.com and throwing in some imagination along the way to create an article which is not completely true more of a tale than a factual piece of writing.
Also the image of my stepfather, mother and my Dad in front of the painting Libertad was used in the article without permission and my stepfather’s name was removed from the image as far as I can tell.
Original image taken unaltered from elggodo.com
“The man who painted four hands with God
by Fulgencio Fernandez of the La Nueva Cronica (Leon, Spain)
THE UNFORGETTABLE El Ggodo, from Veneros from Leon, is one of those unclassifiable and unrepeatable types; a painter of extensive work, a businessman with pearls grown in Japan … he ended his days mentally ill walking around Ordoño II with 5 hats and fleeing from aliens
[It is true to say my father was unforgettable and his artistic name was EL GGoDo (that’s the way he wrote it – he liked to be different) but the part about wearing 5 hats is just a pure fabrication and should not be read literally in my view.]
Avelino Paredes tells how he won a short story award thanks to the impact that the jury had caused by the start of it, which said: «What a disappointment I was when I read Don Quixote, I expected the most outlandish being in the world and I found that it was much less so than Ismael, the shopkeeper of my childhood.
[Maybe my father was a tiny bit like Don Quixote in that he was different not that everything he did was fabrication. My father had a book which documented in great detail most of his life which I saw myself and it had him next various well known people, however in the last five or so years of his life that the book had been stolen or perhaps misplaced…, I don’t think my father cared all that much because he knew what he had achieved in his life since making a good living for himself and retiring comfortably.]
It would be worth the beginning for the biography of Pedro Rodríguez, from Leon, with the artistic name El Ggodo de Veneros, painter, globetrotter, provocateur, a type who does not leave indifferent, unclassifiable, always surprising in his answers and with a biography that includes numerous stories, travels, countries, marriages … battles darkened in his last years by a mental illness, until he passed away a few months ago, in June, leaving behind the largest trace of anecdotes imaginable.
[My father, yes, loved to tell stories but what is wrong with that. ]
Give a couple of examples of some of his unexpected departures. He gave a painting to the Museum of the Cathedral of León (Libertad, donated in 1995) and at the press conference, after confessing himself an atheist, explained that «the Cathedral is the ideal place for this work because in a man-God conjunction of difficult explanation was a divine breath that led my hand and the paintbrushes ». Then he valued the work at 500,000 million (pesetas).
[My father believed in himself and his artwork…]
Also in those years he went to La Crónica de León, hired an advertising page and in it he simply wrote in large letters: «El Ggodo spends the winter in León. His work “Celtic Sailor, valued at a billion, too.”
[Ditto]
You will have seen his works in a doctor’s office, in offices, bars in half the province, since there are more than two thousand documented works, (in the 90s he made a catalog that already required two large volumes); works that are a tiny part of a vast biography, which begins in March 1933 when he was born in Veneros, then a mining town, but he was the son and grandson of wood artisans, to whom his “artistic vein” is attributed.
[Yes, true enough, thank you to all those people who purchased my father’s works or did a favour and received payment-in-kind.]
Bilbao, Japan, wedding with a tennis player
At the age of fifteen, Pedro’s family moved to Bilbao and he delved into the study of art, a hobby that already came from his childhood school, but he earns his living working in a family business that allows him to travel throughout Europe , gets married and has his first daughter; until at the age of 31 he decided to dedicate himself to art and, in his expression in a long interview with La Crónica when he donated his painting to the Cathedral – he has other donations in other museums – «I went hungrier than the mules from the Veneros mine when they marched and they left them there. Of that first marriage [What’s coming is completely wrong, his first marriage was to Amita not Ana from Germany, Ana was one of his many girl friends he was a artist at heart after all.] he himself wrote: «I met Ana Janalore (German), they were the happiest years of my life. Ana was so perfect in everything that I still wonder how I separated from her. She studied at a Swiss school, spoke three languages, rode very well on horseback. Only daughter, her parents very rich. I was so happy that I didn’t know if I lived on earth or in heaven, she has been the woman who has loved me the most. On a trip to Cordoba I met Carole (American), the next day she called me on the phone and came to Madrid, we spent the night at the Hotel Cuzco, the next day Ana asked me and I told her the truth; without further ado she packed her suitcase and left for Germany. It was the worst thing I did in my life.
Pedro Rodríguez did not explain very well how but his next destination was Japan and not linked to art but to jewelry and cultured pearls. «I was 36 years old and I got into the watch business, which Japan was pushing hard, and cultured pearls, for which Japan was a paradise and I removed all the hunger that I went through before, I rubbed shoulders with the most important thing you can imagine of this country, I earned money, traveled and lived like God, in which I do not believe »(this he repeated frequently because he had just given the painting and it was a kind of provocation, so he smiled mischievously). But he did not stop painting, in fact from this time it is the work that he considered his masterpiece, ‘Celtic sailor’, which he valued at “one billion”. Regardless of the boutade that these prices may seem, it is no less true that he suffered a robbery in his house and for the trial an art professor from the University of León carried out an appraisal of the works that were not one billion but very prices. high for the time.
[When my mother first met my father he was in the cultured pearls business as well as dabbling in painting/artist. I have only really known my father as an artist, seller of his works originals, prints and poliesmaltes and as a successful trader on the stock market.]
About to turn 40, in his time of maximum economic splendor, comes the most striking passage in his biography: his wedding with a promising Australian tennis player, Susan Alexander, with whom he soon has a son, Alexander, [there is some confusion here; who wrote what] who in a short Her father’s biography describes how her mother had told her about the wedding: “Susan was an energetic idealistic young woman in her twenties, well known in the social circles of social tennis in Spain. The Ggodo was a handsome, tanned, wealthy, middle-aged man with literally a handful of sports cars, green Ford Mustangs … It would have been a perfect ‘Hollywoodstyle marriage’ if the Spanish precept had been adhered to, married once and for all, and if Susan were more homelike and less sociable! Yet another quirk from El Ggodo. However, nothing is perfect and the marriage had a sad end. End that he always regretted because he always confessed that he had been the love of his life.
This failure made him decide to leave the business world and focus again on the art world. And in traveling, his other passion, traveling through countries and cities such as Puerto Rico, San Francisco, Honolulu, New York along with stays in various parts of Africa and Russia.
[All true, as far as I know.]
Curiously, many years later, in 2017 a book entitled ‘A Spanish love affair’ was published, by Susan J. Alexander, yes the youthful love of Pedro Rodríguez El Ggodo. He tells that ‘Spanish amoir story’ and discovers that the Leonese man adopted a more ‘aristocratic’ [the name was given to my father by my mother to protect his identity – that is all. Now that my father has passed away it does not matter if he is known as Pedro Rodriguez-Fuertes (EL.GGoDo)] name: “Not wanting to spend the winter months in cold and dark London, Susan heads to Spain. She is immediately captivated by Spain, the Spanish way of life, and before long, a handsome Spaniard, Pedro Riviera de Flores. It’s love at first sight when Susan meets charming Pedro at the healthy Chamartín Tennis Club in Madrid. But love doesn’t work well after a hasty marriage and Pedro’s mysterious past.
[True enough, except for the name change as previously mentioned.]
In the 1980s he returned to León and Veneros, where he built his famous and controversial studio (Studio Europa) based on plates and tips. He paints, discusses, fifty, dreams, fables … He has spots on his skin: “It is a sect of ugly people, who do it to me out of envy”; They are the exits of Pedro El Ggodo.
[He built his new studio starting in the 1990’s not 80’s, I helped him. Regarding the spots on his skin, though I am not a medical doctor, he had hyperpigmentation you can google what that means and what it is caused by and it is certainly not what is suggested. I have got it also, big deal…]
His health is deteriorating, his neighbors recalled this phase in the town’s magazine: «After traveling halfway around the world, back to the town back in the 80’s, his pilgrim ideas were famous, such as building a giant egg on Mount Cogolla, organize Miss Veneros contests or turn the entire town into a large natural park. [turning the entire town into a natural park may have been one of his ideas, but the others are probably nonsense.] Ideas that finally came to nothing. [Perhaps they came to nothing but there is still a chance things may change as Veneros and surrounding villages and Leon, are a beautiful place.] And well known were also his eccentricities and carnival anecdotes: going to the Vegaquemada pool in the middle of summer in a bathrobe, showing off with a neighbor, painting her colorful fruit trees, renting a house next to Nisio in Voznuevo to spend a whole summer having fun with their occurrences … Let’s say ‘venial’ nonsense that soon made the logical leap and went on to more worrying behaviors such as seclusion for whole days at home with the radio at full blast tuned to any foreign station … Then he went to León, walked around Ordoño with 5 hats, put banners on the window, shopped with a harvest basket, isolated himself against aliens. Bad years for a sick man, his mental health deteriorated. Until last June 11, he went to look for the picture that he had painted half with God. [ He had periods of illness during his last days but I have rarely heard of a healthy death, he died of old age and unforntunately his close family including me could not be there mainly because of the COVID-19 restrictions. Though I am thankful that Maximo and his friends could be close by so that he did not leave this earth alone. His family were in contact with him almost right to the end via telephone, WhatsApp and Skype.]
And they say that whoever took care of him in this final stretch was … Máximo Rascón, the one who received the painting Libertad.” [He is not alone there, many people in Spain and Europe would leave this world with a priest by their side…]
[I hope this work from Mr Fernandez stimulates readers into discussing EL GGoDo’s works rather than attacking the older individual.
Please leave a comment below, for, against or “on the fence” about the article. I am interested in what people think.]
The following 7 paintings on display are part of the 88 paintings donated by the Master EL.GGoDo to the Cathedral of Leon, Spain Museum in 2018:
Figure 1: EL.GGoDo, Catalogue number 1214, “Rapas das Vestas” (Breasts of the Beasts)
Figure 2: EL.GGoDo, Catalogue number 884, “Formas en Neutro” (Forms in Neutral)
Figure 3: EL.GGoDo, Catalogue number 690, “Reparación” (Repair)
Figure 4: EL.GGoDo, Catalogue number 720, “Conclusión” (Conclusion)
Figure 5: EL.GGoDo, Catalogue number 1483, “Natura y Cosmos” (Nature and Cosmos)
Figure 6: EL.GGoDo, Catalogue number 857, “Los Gallos de Veneros” (Roosters of Veneros)
Figure 7: EL.GGoDo, Catalogue number 541, “Olas Santurce” (Santurce(?) waves)
What the Master said about his donation of the paintings, “…I donated the paintings out of great respect and love for the Cathedral of Leon [Spain]” His actual words in Spanish are, “…yo se los entrege al museo de la Catedral de Leon, yo tengo un gran respeto y carino por la Catedral.” signed EL.GGoDo.
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