Jesus Tellosa Art for Sale and Sold Prices

b. 1936 - d. 2012

Jesus Tellosa (1936 – 2012) Born Tacambaro Michoacan, 1936. Raised in Guadalajara and California. His formal art studies began at the Instituto Cultural Mexico-Nortamericano in Guadalajara (1958-1960). It was during this period that a series of portraits in pencil and charcoal showed his natural drawing ability and sensitivity for capturing the essence of his subjects. By the early sixties he had left the realism of his work and he started to work with different mediums; bold brush strokes, painting with spatulas, collage, he began to work on canvas and to find his own voice. Chagall, Klee and Picasso all left their mark on Tellosa’s early work. In 1960 he had his first solo exhibition at the Degollado Gallery in Guadalajara.

In 1961 he married Mavis Flood and moved to London where their daughter was born in 1962. He continued his art studies at the Regent Polytechnic Institute in London and over the next few years participated in several collective exhibitions in London. In 1966 he had his first solo show at the Rimmer Gallery. He also at this time illustrated several children’s book for the BBC Education Department.

During his time in London (nearly twenty years) he travelled extensively throughout the Middle East and the Mediterranean and his fascination for these cultures began to show in his work. His love for Antiquities and Ancient Cultures became and continue to be a major influence.

In the early seventies he became interested in jewellery design and in 1974 created his first jewellery collection in silver and gold incorporating ancient amulets, coins and ancient fragments. He developed this further by formal studies in jewellery design in London. In 1975 Tellosa was invited to take part in the Goldsmiths Hall Contemporary Jewellery Design Exhibitions in London under the direction of Graham Hughes. To this day his jewellery is in great demand and continues to be a very exciting and innovative part of Tellosa’s creative life.

In 1980 he returned to Mexico and over the years his work developed into working with bronze, sheet metal and ceramics as well as continuing to paint and design jewellery. He produced large-scale works on commission, both bronze sculpture and murals in sheet metal.

He lived and worked in Puerto Vallarta where he was a director of his own Gallery Bezan. His works are still exhibited for sale at Galleria Dante and represented in many private collections in the USA, Canada, Mexico, Australia, England, France, Switzerland, Holland and Italy.

Jesus Passed away in 2012 after being ill for many years.


A celebration of his life:

‘Anyone who knew Jesus knew how much he loved a bawdy joke, the more deliciously wicked and naughty better. This being a solemn occasion, I will forgo repeating one here.
He was as generous as he was talented. All of us, his loving friends and family benefitted from his largesse. Whether it was work of art, a piece of jewellery, or a delightful meal, he gave to everyone who gave him love.
Not only a child of Mexico, he was also a true anglophile. His twenty odd years in England, yielded him not only a wonderful beloved daughter, Catalina, but charming English accent as well.
Anyone who knew him also knew his great love of the cinema. He amassed a great collection of film. He adored the movies! That being said I thought it quite fitting to quote from a film, that in one brilliant scene captured the essence of what I truly feel at the moment:
As for me, you may ask how I will remember him, what I thought of him. Unfortunately, there I run out of words. Perhaps you will forgive me if I turn from my own feelings to the words of another splendid bugger, W.H. Auden. This actually what I want to say:
“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with juice bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let the aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message ´He is Dead´. Put crepe bows ´round the white necks of the public doves, Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves. He was my north, my south, my east, and west. My working week and my Sunday rest, my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood: for nothing now can ever come to any good’.