2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Landscaper Company Slogans
2011 opening of "Variations Electric"
2011
2011
The debut of "Tenders" acoustic show.
Photos: Marcelo Desanzo Sunday, February 6, 2011
How To Watch Movie On Sony
.... and now pointed at your skull
And now pointed at your skull,
because the pulse does not fail me, I have the tiebreaker
,
sent and unarmed,
my love was not enough.
And cry, cry out to you.
Because time waits for us and give us reason .
(Najwa Nimri: The last ape)
harden my skull with chemical letters that no knife can blaze a trail that promises light leakage of its sunsets
close my eyes so they can not find the flash of my enthusiasms
patches pirate they will suspect that the vacuum and clothes or embalm my eyes (which some felt sweet and sad)
send cover my head with
agricultural plastics and instead of my face will be the horse of nitrate
chile
taponaré my ears with wax or with my own saliva coagulated blood
bee will not hear my goal and gladly pay the price: I will not hear my soul
will be the forgotten face of which no one finds a photo
my skin color
exiled all my pallor, my embarrassment will become - if they want - in archetypes that are not meat
the magic of light
marginaré refuse to portray me every metaphor that speaks of the charm or enclose shadows into something like an aura
display will turn my tongue into sausages and steaks will chew me
and in the shadow of the evening call to all my dead
to ask them to muddle with their jargon
grammar written in lower case as punishment
as a painter, I draw as the void left by your hands to be dropped on the table
hate humanity with the silence
be the last primate in your collection of still lifes
And cry, cry until you find a reason.
I'm the last primate become a sniper. And now pointed at your skull,
because the pulse does not fail me, I have the tiebreaker
,
sent and unarmed,
my love was not enough.
And cry, cry out to you.
Because time waits for us and give us reason .
(Najwa Nimri: The last ape)
Or rather ....
harden my skull with chemical letters that no knife can blaze a trail that promises light leakage of its sunsets
close my eyes so they can not find the flash of my enthusiasms
patches pirate they will suspect that the vacuum and clothes or embalm my eyes (which some felt sweet and sad)
send cover my head with
agricultural plastics and instead of my face will be the horse of nitrate
chile
taponaré my ears with wax or with my own saliva coagulated blood
bee will not hear my goal and gladly pay the price: I will not hear my soul
will be the forgotten face of which no one finds a photo
my skin color
exiled all my pallor, my embarrassment will become - if they want - in archetypes that are not meat
the magic of light
marginaré refuse to portray me every metaphor that speaks of the charm or enclose shadows into something like an aura
display will turn my tongue into sausages and steaks will chew me
and in the shadow of the evening call to all my dead
to ask them to muddle with their jargon
grammar written in lower case as punishment
as a painter, I draw as the void left by your hands to be dropped on the table
hate humanity with the silence
be the last primate in your collection of still lifes
feedbutton_id
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Boat Ownership Transfer Ontario
What is public art? Landscape that build
from blog to blog: What is public art? ARS operandi for
Public art is not about oneself but of others. Not about personal taste, but the needs of others. It is not about the angst of the artist, but the happiness and welfare of others. There is the myth of the artist, but his sense of civic duty. Not intended to make people feel dwarfed and insignificant, but to glorify it. It is not about the gap between culture and the public, but seeks to be public art and the artist is once again a citizen .
Siah Armajani, "Manifesto. Public art in the context of American democracy "in AA.VV., Siah Armajani , National Museum exhibition catalog Centro de Arte Reina Sofia Madrid, 1999.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)