Showing posts with label ART. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ART. Show all posts
Monday, February 5, 2024
Eva Jospin - MICROCLIMA
Last weekend I went to Milano for a job trip. I discover a special artist's exibistion in a famous shop in the center of Milan: Max Mara. She is a magical artist that creates intricate, immersive scenes from the most humble of materials, carving monumental forests and architectural scapes. The French artist works predominantly with cardboard. I was impressed and fascinated by the power of his work.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
NATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM
A few of years ago I went to a Natural History Museum. It was an interesting old place, but animals made me fear and sadness.They were ended up in there to be studied (unfortunately) But nature always inspired people. We are into the nature without watch it. I guess I'll look at these butterflies for my next paintings.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
away we go / eyes full of grace
We walked through the woods into the light, through the reflections of the sculptures.
Our eyes were full of peace and the heart of trust.
Our eyes were full of peace and the heart of trust.
Then we pretended to live in a house in the tree.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Love at First Sight
They’re both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
Since they’d never met before, they’re sure
that there’d been nothing between them.
But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways –
perhaps they’ve passed each other by a million times?
I want to ask them
if they don’t remember –
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
perhaps a “sorry” muttered in a crowd?
a curt “wrong number” caught in the receiver? –
but I know the answer.
No, they don’t remember.
They’d be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.
Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.
There were signs and signals
even if they couldn’t read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood’s thickets?
There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night perhaps some dream
grown hazy by morning.
Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA (1993)
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
Since they’d never met before, they’re sure
that there’d been nothing between them.
But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways –
perhaps they’ve passed each other by a million times?
I want to ask them
if they don’t remember –
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
perhaps a “sorry” muttered in a crowd?
a curt “wrong number” caught in the receiver? –
but I know the answer.
No, they don’t remember.
They’d be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.
Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.
There were signs and signals
even if they couldn’t read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood’s thickets?
There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night perhaps some dream
grown hazy by morning.
Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA (1993)
Friday, March 23, 2012
The Armory Show New York 2012
These are a few of masterpiece of the fair.
I love pop, I love colors, I love the sensuality of this kind of modern art!
Tom Wesselmann, Alan Cristea Gallery at Armory Show New York, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
boamistura street art / Luz nas Vielas.São Paulo
The work of Boa Mistura is all about the love of graffiti, colour and
life. This group of 5 Spanish artists is, as the name says, a good
mixture. Arkoh, Derko, Pahg, Purone and Rdick have developed their work
in different fields, applying both a diversity of styles and the
different views of each member. Boa Mistura represents a mixture of
perspectives which complement, influence and mix themselves together in
order to create something better. From graffiti and mural painting, to
graphic design and illustration, Boa Mistrua want to give the world its
colour back. 5 heads, 10 hands, just one heart. More here
Friday, March 9, 2012
Julie Tremblay Empty/Solid
These sculptures speak about lightness, near to the afterlife. I've always appreciate the empty in the Art, for me is an essential part of aestetic. Empty and solid in balance with the universe.
Julie Tremblay
is a sculptor living and working in Brooklyn, New York. She makes
sculptures out of left overs from metal sheets that have been used to
make bottle caps.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Jim Hodges at Gladstone Gallery
Sculptor Jim Hodges (1957) created a compelling
installation at Barbara Gladstone’s 21st St. location in NY, grouping 4
large scale boulders around a central void. Hodges replaced part of the
original surface of the rock with vibrantly colored stainless steel
casts offs. Part of an new body of work that extends to
Gladstone Gallery’s 24th St. location as well, the installation is a
magically poetic reference to many religious traditions, from Japanese
Kami beliefs or Stonehenge worship sites to Judeo-Christian as well as
Muslim practices in which rocks were embellished to embody a myriad of
spiritual notions.
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