Xavier Rubert de Ventós. Philosopher and writer. Barcelona, 1939

Nowadays, almost everything to do with culture is obvious, hence the ubiquitous sense of boredom. With so many artists, you can see them coming, you can see what they are at, you can see their message poking out from beneath their shirt. The world would have become totally predictable and redundant by now if every now and then there hadn’t appeared someone like Oscar Tusquets, who neither says, nor does, nor invents things, nor even speaks according to the dictates of convention (as a matter of fact, he speaks at an intolerably high level of decibels). We never really figure Oscar Tusquets out. He will always surprise us with a sketch, a painting or a way of looking at things which is both candid and wild; in other words, individual and creative. A sketch by Oscar might conceivably be ugly, but never facile; his arguments may be wrong, but never obvious. He has shown me many objects, pictures and buildings, but above all he has shown me how to see. The way I look at things is another of Oscar’s designs.