© 2017 arTMargins and the Massachusetts Institute of Technology doi:10.1162/arTM_a_00180 The stirring canvases of [Roberto] Álvarez Ríos, a young painter from Cuba, pose for us anew the question of surrealism.(1) That today surrealism is like a church with its masses and its Latin, its syntax and its vocabulary, its lamentation of an old literary organ at the end of the nave, its passwords (“The Primordial Egg” . . . “With the Surprise of a Hummingbird” . . . “The Offering of Melancholy” . . . etc.), that it even has its prayers that we identify as prayers not by their meaning (who listens to them?) but rather by their own way of mumbling: all of this, which simply says that surrealism is dead, does not prevent it from living on in the painting of several masters (Ernst, Matta, Lam), or from being born again in some youths. Ríos is one of these youths. Thirty-one years old. Twenty-seven years of his life in Havana. Classical studies in Fine Art. Dreaming of

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超现实主义之前的年轻古巴画家：阿尔瓦雷斯·里奥斯（1962）

里奥斯（Ríos）是这些年轻人之一。三十一岁。他在哈瓦那生活了27年。美术经典研究。梦想着