tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224475492008-06-27T10:18:05.854+02:00confluencies: Modelat i Fotografiaramon casanovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099184995773592949noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-53311108761248448342008-06-27T10:03:00.005+02:002008-06-27T10:18:05.896+02:00Dieter Appelt<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SGShV4t3UmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-ZuxEeXQPVU/s1600-h/Dieter+Appelt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SGShV4t3UmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-ZuxEeXQPVU/s320/Dieter+Appelt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216471665775956578" border="0" /></a><br />Eres lo que quiera cuando quiera.<br /></div>Julio Carreñohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09759056382746940716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-60800189419886463592008-06-18T22:12:00.003+02:002008-06-18T22:19:03.568+02:00El paper i la música<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SFltk2wC-aI/AAAAAAAAADk/lAisUxomxzQ/s1600-h/raima.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SFltk2wC-aI/AAAAAAAAADk/lAisUxomxzQ/s320/raima.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213318523597814178" /></a>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00887936263799334137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-90258656670574633602008-06-16T10:48:00.001+02:002008-06-16T10:50:30.128+02:00Helena Almeida ( Cuerpo de la artista, cuerpo de la imagen )<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SFYpEJ0DrZI/AAAAAAAAADU/r7OsmvZTnOk/s1600-h/helenaalmeida.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SFYpEJ0DrZI/AAAAAAAAADU/r7OsmvZTnOk/s400/helenaalmeida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212398770058407314" /></a>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00887936263799334137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-27094947414181556542008-06-15T14:14:00.005+02:002008-06-15T14:18:23.082+02:00janelle lynch<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SFUHyUCsEfI/AAAAAAAAACk/q5g__eKXEZs/s1600-h/janellelynch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SFUHyUCsEfI/AAAAAAAAACk/q5g__eKXEZs/s320/janellelynch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212080704706056690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >La moral del paisaje</span><br /></div></div>Julio Carreñohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09759056382746940716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-71152682366498742422008-06-08T10:52:00.005+02:002008-06-08T11:32:21.122+02:00Gonzalo González<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SEuiemlAO9I/AAAAAAAAACc/8fpPSGPf2Po/s1600-h/PROYECTO+PARA+UN+PUENTE+1990.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SEuiemlAO9I/AAAAAAAAACc/8fpPSGPf2Po/s320/PROYECTO+PARA+UN+PUENTE+1990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209436040619637714" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Proyecto para un puente (1990)<br />Reproducción: Mathius de Felipe<br /></span></div><br />La representación del mundo <span style="font-style: italic;">interior</span> y la del mundo exterior nacen paralelamente -progresivamente- como el pie derecho y el pie izquierdo -significativo <span style="font-style: italic;">mecanismo del andar</span>.<span style="font-size:85%;">(Novalis)</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div>Julio Carreñohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09759056382746940716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-59257982400379219852008-06-07T21:15:00.003+02:002008-06-07T21:25:05.040+02:00Realidad, formas y autonomia"En la perversión, por consiguiente, la diferencia entre actividades reales e imaginarias se confude: la satisfacción real se logra sobre objetos imaginarios o a través de una significación imaginada atribuida a objetos reales. El principio de placer adquiere una suerte de autonomía y la realidad se subordina a él".<br /><br /> Un arte medio, Pierre Bourdieumartahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00887936263799334137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-37563038139702497602008-06-03T15:01:00.001+02:002008-06-03T15:02:46.082+02:00PereJaume, espacio y espectador<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SEVA7hJeblI/AAAAAAAAADM/vTwO-lzwWqI/s1600-h/Perejaume.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SEVA7hJeblI/AAAAAAAAADM/vTwO-lzwWqI/s400/Perejaume.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207639935378419282" /></a>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00887936263799334137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-66262607788061115172008-06-01T12:44:00.001+02:002008-06-01T12:46:20.884+02:00Augusto Zanela<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SEJ9qKWP91I/AAAAAAAAACU/pwsL18C4owY/s1600-h/augusto+zanela3cuadrados.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SEJ9qKWP91I/AAAAAAAAACU/pwsL18C4owY/s320/augusto+zanela3cuadrados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206862282479368018" border="0" /></a> La conciencia espacial y sus geometrías<br /></div>Julio Carreñohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09759056382746940716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-56310914150937478372008-05-25T11:37:00.002+02:002008-05-25T11:41:01.938+02:00Paisajes "sin paisajes"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SDk0HhJebhI/AAAAAAAAACs/L3JXvBHyWV4/s1600-h/Imagen+038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SDk0HhJebhI/AAAAAAAAACs/L3JXvBHyWV4/s400/Imagen+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204248148165160466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SDk0HxJebiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jmKNNjqLgk0/s1600-h/Imagen+039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SDk0HxJebiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jmKNNjqLgk0/s400/Imagen+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204248152460127778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SDk0HxJebjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_kO906vZ8ZI/s1600-h/Imagen+040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SDk0HxJebjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_kO906vZ8ZI/s400/Imagen+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204248152460127794" /></a><br />Encontré el trabajo de Luis Paredes en el que hice referencia para el proyecto de Julio.martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00887936263799334137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-36997894955250728822008-05-22T08:19:00.002+02:002008-05-22T08:22:24.874+02:00Kazimir Malévich<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SDUQrU2YogI/AAAAAAAAACM/YKiCVZx4k48/s1600-h/Malevich.black-square.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SDUQrU2YogI/AAAAAAAAACM/YKiCVZx4k48/s320/Malevich.black-square.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203083281013711362" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">El suprematismo o el mundo de la no representación</div>Julio Carreñohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09759056382746940716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-58586217405513702002008-05-20T08:36:00.002+02:002008-05-20T08:45:00.365+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YxNDocLzY9U/SDJyEsdDuCI/AAAAAAAAANo/JvEVw7J1_Dc/s1600-h/78_ray-k-metzker_80.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202345944544426018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YxNDocLzY9U/SDJyEsdDuCI/AAAAAAAAANo/JvEVw7J1_Dc/s400/78_ray-k-metzker_80.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YxNDocLzY9U/SDJxzMdDuBI/AAAAAAAAANg/oXRzYfZOaHY/s1600-h/79_duane-michals_illuminated.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202345643896715282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YxNDocLzY9U/SDJxzMdDuBI/AAAAAAAAANg/oXRzYfZOaHY/s400/79_duane-michals_illuminated.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> la sutil cuestión de Julio sobre la presencia y la ausencia me ha hecho recordar estas dos imágenes de Ray K. Metzker y Duane Michals respectivamente<br /></span><br /><div></div></div>ramon casanovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099184995773592949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-73857306079328263962008-05-19T09:30:00.002+02:002008-05-19T09:34:49.585+02:00"Remarcos"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SDEtj6ZB3mI/AAAAAAAAACc/rCDsHRRTl_k/s1600-h/lparedes01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SDEtj6ZB3mI/AAAAAAAAACc/rCDsHRRTl_k/s400/lparedes01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201989139582541410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SDEtj6ZB3nI/AAAAAAAAACk/Gqc-wco1dD0/s1600-h/lparedes02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SDEtj6ZB3nI/AAAAAAAAACk/Gqc-wco1dD0/s400/lparedes02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201989139582541426" /></a><br />Sobre la conversación del trabajo de Julio el otro día, me acordé de un fotógrafo llamado Luis Paredes,donde trabaja algo parecido en la "serie punto ciego", y "horizontes" y lo refleja muy bien en obras como "Eco", "4 vientos", no he podido encontrar esas imágenes pero si otras en relación a su trabajo.martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00887936263799334137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-45184813534265782462008-05-13T15:23:00.003+02:002008-05-13T15:45:43.395+02:00Untitled #8<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SCmW52QkVcI/AAAAAAAAACE/FJx4JbmD_3E/s1600-h/33.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SCmW52QkVcI/AAAAAAAAACE/FJx4JbmD_3E/s320/33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199853165337662914" border="0" /></a>"...nosotros sabemos que debajo de la imagen revelada hay otra más fiel a la realidad, y debajo de ésta otra, y otra más abajo de esta última, hasta llegar a la verdadera imagen de esa realidad, absoluta, misteriosa, que nadie verá nunca" <span style="font-size:85%;">(Michelangelo Antonioni)</span>Julio Carreñohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09759056382746940716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-63501794579612885542008-05-07T11:25:00.002+02:002008-05-07T11:37:18.796+02:00Rafael Navarro<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SCF3G-G_vPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RaLmvzJ7DfU/s1600-h/Rafael+Navarro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_voqDIQX_qCk/SCF3G-G_vPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RaLmvzJ7DfU/s320/Rafael+Navarro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197566406597524722" border="0" /></a>Las relaciones, aun de distintas naturalezas, son raramente complejas y responden a una claridad de lectura, pero mostrando una evidente preocupación. Puede tratarse de una equivalencia, puramente formal o de contenido, por la representación simultánea de sujetos cuyo acercamiento es analógico. <span style="font-size:85%;">(Michèle Chomette)</span><br /></div>Julio Carreñohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09759056382746940716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-85597752177683210532008-05-06T20:10:00.005+02:002008-05-06T20:24:58.622+02:00El como y el donde"... escrutar quiere decir volver del revés la fotografía,<br />entar en la profundidad del papel, alcanzar su cara inversa<br />(lo que está oculto es para nosotros los occidentales más<br />"verdadero" que lo que es visible"<br /><br /> Roland Barthes, "La cámara Lúcida"martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00887936263799334137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-40790200434007917692008-05-05T20:10:00.004+02:002008-05-05T20:32:37.637+02:00<div><a href="http://www.torrisdalebay.com/">http://www.torrisdalebay.com/</a><br /><br />Aquesta web que adjunto està dedicada a Charles Sandison, aquest artista treballa amb video projeccions, a través de les quals combina el llenguatge, la forma, l'arquitectura i el moviment.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB9SRvwy-WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K-0PNcK3hfE/s1600-h/people.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196962959841229154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB9SRvwy-WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K-0PNcK3hfE/s320/people.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB9PCfwy-VI/AAAAAAAAACI/qmlyDcd2J6M/s1600-h/8glass.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196959399313340754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB9PCfwy-VI/AAAAAAAAACI/qmlyDcd2J6M/s320/8glass.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /></div>elisabethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06625252853743501686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-64539588573506936952008-05-05T13:40:00.001+02:002008-05-05T13:44:14.919+02:00MODELADO A TIENTAS 15/04/08<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB7ymvwy-TI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kxsuh4H1nwg/s1600-h/fang+206.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196857767502215474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB7ymvwy-TI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kxsuh4H1nwg/s320/fang+206.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB7ynPwy-UI/AAAAAAAAACA/B3kcKSBT-3E/s1600-h/fang+215.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196857776092150082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB7ynPwy-UI/AAAAAAAAACA/B3kcKSBT-3E/s320/fang+215.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>elisabethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06625252853743501686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-66910037836567585472008-05-05T13:38:00.002+02:002008-05-05T13:40:06.773+02:00MODELADO A TIENTAS 15/07/08<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB7yAvwy-RI/AAAAAAAAABo/vHLxvsWicYo/s1600-h/curva.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196857114667186450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB7yAvwy-RI/AAAAAAAAABo/vHLxvsWicYo/s320/curva.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB7yAvwy-SI/AAAAAAAAABw/dfB2Kcwqjs4/s1600-h/fang+208.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196857114667186466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB7yAvwy-SI/AAAAAAAAABw/dfB2Kcwqjs4/s320/fang+208.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>elisabethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06625252853743501686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-14779436506971779582008-05-05T13:16:00.013+02:002008-05-05T13:44:47.110+02:00MODELADO A TIENTAS 15/04/08<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB7txPwy-NI/AAAAAAAAABI/g9ZpbxwGJs4/s1600-h/curva.jpg"></a><em>Música, barro y a oscuras</em>.<br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB7tkfwy-MI/AAAAAAAAABA/QCXru0DEb2Q/s1600-h/FANG.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196852231289370818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-mVtG-8LvhQ/SB7tkfwy-MI/AAAAAAAAABA/QCXru0DEb2Q/s320/FANG.jpg" border="0" /></a>Al principio, modelar sin luz me parecía una propuesta bastante interesante, arriesgada y a la vez oscura. Desde el presente sin futuro.<br />Gracias a esta experiencia y sobretodo a la música, fue cuando se clarificó todo lo pasado en penumbras, me descubrí y redescubrí lo que había sentido en el experimento: brillar de una forma peculiarmente ligera.<br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Al sentir el barro entre mis dedos sin saber con exactitud qué era lo que estaba modelando me produjo una sensación de placer y tranquilidad conmigo misma que jamás había experimentado</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">(mente cuerpo alma).</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>elisabethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06625252853743501686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-84012633649572893012008-05-02T17:30:00.002+02:002008-05-02T17:32:32.692+02:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsz8ITaSCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6UdD_n4JFlE/s1600-h/CIMG8161OK.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195803703216064546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsz8ITaSCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6UdD_n4JFlE/s200/CIMG8161OK.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsz8YTaSDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cdgAOvyZjOo/s1600-h/CIMG8171OK.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195803707511031858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsz8YTaSDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cdgAOvyZjOo/s200/CIMG8171OK.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsz9oTaSEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xZFhgyRkc68/s1600-h/CIMG8180ok.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195803728985868354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsz9oTaSEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xZFhgyRkc68/s200/CIMG8180ok.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsz-YTaSFI/AAAAAAAAABE/61RpNUSs8aE/s1600-h/CIMG8181ok.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195803741870770258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsz-YTaSFI/AAAAAAAAABE/61RpNUSs8aE/s200/CIMG8181ok.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Fotografies que he realitzat a partir de les escultures anteriors:</div><br /><div></div>soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130390108494140812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-22917943938306603012008-05-02T17:14:00.002+02:002008-05-02T17:29:53.053+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsxCYTaR_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/o6SnnV_w5ss/s1600-h/CIMG7529.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195800512055363570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsxCYTaR_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/o6SnnV_w5ss/s200/CIMG7529.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsxC4TaSAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rgDGDaYB_Y4/s1600-h/CIMG8216.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195800520645298178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsxC4TaSAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rgDGDaYB_Y4/s200/CIMG8216.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsxDYTaSBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/E8OauLg3yRw/s1600-h/CIMG7488.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195800529235232786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAn3oIJ7smI/SBsxDYTaSBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/E8OauLg3yRw/s200/CIMG7488.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div align="justify"> Durant tot aquest any he estat treballant per Projectes en la realització d'un seguit de peces semblants entre elles. Amb aquestes peces anomenades "<strong>Crits" </strong>volia expresar la sensació d'impotència, una sensació que experimentat recentment. Aquestes peces a més estan pensades per ser col·locades a la Plaça Sant Felip Neri, lloc on van morir molta gent durant la Guerra Civil, lloc on molta gent sent impotència davant d'aquella espantosa guerra. Per Confluències he esta pensant en continuar el meu treball apartir d'aquestes escultures i a partir de fotografies que he realitzat posteriorment.</div><div> </div>soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00130390108494140812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-30905318234321360182008-04-29T14:28:00.002+02:002008-04-29T14:28:36.558+02:00POSITIVOS DIRECTOS<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SBcUcB0yNtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Yxw4QLAfWcY/s1600-h/DSC_8408.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SBcUcB0yNtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Yxw4QLAfWcY/s400/DSC_8408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194643166953879250" /></a>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00887936263799334137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-65699429583311507642008-04-29T14:27:00.002+02:002008-04-29T14:27:40.561+02:00POSITIVOS DIRECTOS<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SBcUNR0yNsI/AAAAAAAAACI/Qv6LlVkLO0Y/s1600-h/DSC_8407.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SBcUNR0yNsI/AAAAAAAAACI/Qv6LlVkLO0Y/s400/DSC_8407.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194642913550808770" /></a>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00887936263799334137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-16666752673327546762008-04-29T14:23:00.003+02:002008-04-29T14:24:41.944+02:00POSITIVOS DIRECTOS<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SBcTfh0yNrI/AAAAAAAAACA/4cTH71BrB3U/s1600-h/DSC_8428.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SBcTfh0yNrI/AAAAAAAAACA/4cTH71BrB3U/s400/DSC_8428.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194642127571793586" /></a>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00887936263799334137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22447549.post-5495459428476390712008-04-29T14:20:00.003+02:002008-04-29T14:22:01.191+02:00POSITIVOS DIRECTOS<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SBcSzB0yNqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aA3lCyxB2rw/s1600-h/DSC_8406.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__H2flBcu95Y/SBcSzB0yNqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aA3lCyxB2rw/s400/DSC_8406.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194641363067614882" /></a>martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00887936263799334137noreply@blogger.com