Há já alguns dias que venho estranhando a minha pele. Olhando no espelho enquanto ela se espreme e estica em expressões bem marcadas. Alguém já me disse que adorava minhas linhas de expressão. Minha pele está adquirindo um aspecto de pele de adulto. Ou pele de velho. Talvez seja apenas dessas coisas que garotas entendem e rapazes desconhecem: pele ressecada, falta de vitaminas, essas coisas. E eu aqui criando todo um romance em torno disso.
É a maneira como, além de perder a suavidade da criancice, cada milímetro da pele apresenta um evento. Cicatrizes, pintas, manchas, veias saltadas, rugas. Da pra parar e observar cada evento desses como se fosse uma localização em um deserto vasto. E rumar para a próxima durante horas de viagem.
Quando encosto em algum lugar e a pele dobra, sinto a grossura desse tecido todo. Couro grosso, tratado e forte. Onde antes havia uma membrana fininha, que se rompia com qualquer atrito.
domingo, março 30, 2003
Probably shouldn't be posting about this...
It's insane, I know, but it feels new to be in a relationship where it isn't always me the one to screw up. I admit I do a fair amount things the wrong way. Communicational mishaps, awry calculations of time and distance, complete lack of common sense. I'm not an easy guy to live with. But it gets extremely frustrating in the long run when you notice that you're the one who always says "I'm sorry" and you don't hear that enough. Even more frustrating when you figure out you're supposed to say it more often that the other person. I've dealt with one too many people who can magically do everything right while I'm the one making things difficult.
And I forgive and forget pretty easily. I know how guilty we feel when we're responsible for making the entire schedule for the day go down the drain. But when you deal with the people who always do things right, it takes a long while for them to get over it... Sometimes they never do.
It's insane, I know, but it feels new to be in a relationship where it isn't always me the one to screw up. I admit I do a fair amount things the wrong way. Communicational mishaps, awry calculations of time and distance, complete lack of common sense. I'm not an easy guy to live with. But it gets extremely frustrating in the long run when you notice that you're the one who always says "I'm sorry" and you don't hear that enough. Even more frustrating when you figure out you're supposed to say it more often that the other person. I've dealt with one too many people who can magically do everything right while I'm the one making things difficult.
And I forgive and forget pretty easily. I know how guilty we feel when we're responsible for making the entire schedule for the day go down the drain. But when you deal with the people who always do things right, it takes a long while for them to get over it... Sometimes they never do.
sábado, março 29, 2003
Algo que estou devendo a alguém:
Recebi isto por e-mail. Você conhece alguém assim?
Acabaram de descobrir o diagnóstico para a minha moléstia.
Recentemente fui diagnosticada com D.A.D.I.A.: Desordem da Atenção Deficitária na Idade Avançada.
Explico melhor: Decidi lavar o carro; rumei em direção à garagem e notei minha correspondência largada em cima da mesa.
OK, vou lavar o carro, mas antes vou dar uma olhadinha na correspondência, pois pode ter alguma coisa urgente.
Ponho as chaves do carro na escrivaninha, e quando vou jogar fora as propagandas inúteis, noto que a lixeira está repleta.
OK, vou colocar as contas a pagar na escrivaninha e jogar o lixo fora, mas já que vou perto da caixa do correio, decido pagar primeiro estas contas.
Agora, onde está meu talão de cheques?
Oops, tenho apenas uma folha de cheque no meu talão. eus novos talões estão na escrivaninha.
Oh, lá está a coca que eu estava bebendo.
Vou buscar aqueles talões, mas antes eu preciso levar minha coca para longe do computador, talvez seja melhor colocá-la na geladeira para gelar um pouco.
Vou em direção à cozinha e presto atenção às flores, que precisam urgentemente de água.
Coloco a coca no balcão da cozinha e Oh! achei meus óculos! Procurei por eles a manhã toda! Melhor eu guardá-los logo.
Encho um regador com água e vou em direção às flores... aaah! Alguém deixou o controle remoto da TV na cozinha.
À noite, quando formos assistir à televisão, nunca iremos pensar em procurá-lo na cozinha, então é melhor levá-lo para a
sala, onde é o seu devido lugar.
Rego as plantas e, sem querer, derramo um pouco de água no chão. Jogo o controle remoto no sofá, e vou andando
pelo corredor e tento me lembrar o que é que eu estava indo fazer.
Final do dia: o carro não está lavado, as contas não estão pagas, a coca ainda está largada no balcão da cozinha, as flores
foram regadas apenas pela metade, o talão de cheques está apenas com uma folha, e parece que não encontro as chaves do carro!
Quando tento entender porque nada foi feito hoje, fico atônita, pois SEI QUE ESTIVE OCUPADA O DIA TODO!!!
Percebo que isto é uma coisa seriíssima e que irei em busca de auxílio, MAS ANTES, acho que vou checar meu e-mail...
D.A.D.I.A....
Favor enviar isto para todo mundo que você conhece, pois eu NÃO ME LEMBRO PARA QUEM EU JÁ ENVIEI!
Mas não mande de volta para mim, ou posso enviar para você de novo!
Recebi isto por e-mail. Você conhece alguém assim?
Acabaram de descobrir o diagnóstico para a minha moléstia.
Recentemente fui diagnosticada com D.A.D.I.A.: Desordem da Atenção Deficitária na Idade Avançada.
Explico melhor: Decidi lavar o carro; rumei em direção à garagem e notei minha correspondência largada em cima da mesa.
OK, vou lavar o carro, mas antes vou dar uma olhadinha na correspondência, pois pode ter alguma coisa urgente.
Ponho as chaves do carro na escrivaninha, e quando vou jogar fora as propagandas inúteis, noto que a lixeira está repleta.
OK, vou colocar as contas a pagar na escrivaninha e jogar o lixo fora, mas já que vou perto da caixa do correio, decido pagar primeiro estas contas.
Agora, onde está meu talão de cheques?
Oops, tenho apenas uma folha de cheque no meu talão. eus novos talões estão na escrivaninha.
Oh, lá está a coca que eu estava bebendo.
Vou buscar aqueles talões, mas antes eu preciso levar minha coca para longe do computador, talvez seja melhor colocá-la na geladeira para gelar um pouco.
Vou em direção à cozinha e presto atenção às flores, que precisam urgentemente de água.
Coloco a coca no balcão da cozinha e Oh! achei meus óculos! Procurei por eles a manhã toda! Melhor eu guardá-los logo.
Encho um regador com água e vou em direção às flores... aaah! Alguém deixou o controle remoto da TV na cozinha.
À noite, quando formos assistir à televisão, nunca iremos pensar em procurá-lo na cozinha, então é melhor levá-lo para a
sala, onde é o seu devido lugar.
Rego as plantas e, sem querer, derramo um pouco de água no chão. Jogo o controle remoto no sofá, e vou andando
pelo corredor e tento me lembrar o que é que eu estava indo fazer.
Final do dia: o carro não está lavado, as contas não estão pagas, a coca ainda está largada no balcão da cozinha, as flores
foram regadas apenas pela metade, o talão de cheques está apenas com uma folha, e parece que não encontro as chaves do carro!
Quando tento entender porque nada foi feito hoje, fico atônita, pois SEI QUE ESTIVE OCUPADA O DIA TODO!!!
Percebo que isto é uma coisa seriíssima e que irei em busca de auxílio, MAS ANTES, acho que vou checar meu e-mail...
D.A.D.I.A....
Favor enviar isto para todo mundo que você conhece, pois eu NÃO ME LEMBRO PARA QUEM EU JÁ ENVIEI!
Mas não mande de volta para mim, ou posso enviar para você de novo!
sexta-feira, março 28, 2003
How bizarre is this:
So, apparently, if I turn on my computer, use KaZaA and then try to access blogger's main page, one of those error pages shows up. In addition, if I access most blogs I know without typing "www" before the adress, it either gives me an error page or sends me to posts from two weeks ago. If I type "www" before the adress, all I get is an error page. So, I figured I'd restart the computer. The first thing I did was try to access blogger's main page. Voila! It's there! Then I tried to access some blogs. If I typed without the "www", I still got posts from two weeks ago. But now when I use "www", it takes me to today's posts... Anybody's diagnostics?
Computers are such temperamental little things...
So, apparently, if I turn on my computer, use KaZaA and then try to access blogger's main page, one of those error pages shows up. In addition, if I access most blogs I know without typing "www" before the adress, it either gives me an error page or sends me to posts from two weeks ago. If I type "www" before the adress, all I get is an error page. So, I figured I'd restart the computer. The first thing I did was try to access blogger's main page. Voila! It's there! Then I tried to access some blogs. If I typed without the "www", I still got posts from two weeks ago. But now when I use "www", it takes me to today's posts... Anybody's diagnostics?
Computers are such temperamental little things...
SOME FACTS (AND OPINIONS...) ABOUT THE WAR
In 1990, Iraq invaded Kuwait. Many people speculate on the reasons for the invasion, some stating that it had to do with oil, Kuwait flooding the market and affecting prices, others say it has to do with Kuwait flaunting their wealth in the face of poorer neighbors. Mind you that most of the weaponry for this offensive had been supplied by the US or other first world countries with economical interests during the Iran-Iraq war (read about it here.)
US, then under the government of Papa Bush, gathered along with other countries to protest. The US, however, was the only one to do more than just protesting. In little or no time, The US had presented Saudi Arabia with proof that Iraq was also ready to march into their country, gaining a valuable ally. In addition, the US presented the case to the Soviet Union, who usually vetoed UN economic sanctions on Iraq, and was able to gain the Soviets' alliance. And so, the Persian Gulf war began, in both the military and economic fronts.
I'd have to say that US's interference in the affairs in the Gulf has positive and negative sides. Many third-world countries would argue that the US think they own the world. I do agree that they were meddling with tender businesses that are not their own. But for one thing, imagine what would have happened if Iraqi general Saddam Hussein had conquered the surrounding lands. Imagine all that warpower amassed in the hands of one man (and not any common man, mind you...). We know where that leads, don't we? The war ended in 1991, with several UN treaties and terms to be respected by Saddam. According to some foreign friends of mine, word has it that Saddam did not respect terms regarding disarmament. But, that I know of, none of the UN comissions that recently went to Iraq found any heavy weaponry besides what is needed for a country to defend itself. So there are no evidences in either way.
Well, some years later, Bush Junior runs for president. The whole election is highly questionable. The votes are counted again and again. Amazing how a country such as the US still makes ellections the old way when our third world country does them with the speed and safety of electronics. Anyway, The Supreme Court intervenes in the elections and eventually rules in favour of candidate Bush Junior, historically the US president with the lowest IQ score. But nowadays IQ tests are proven to be insufficient to test a person's intelligence.
Personally, I don't have enough information to create an opinion about wether it was a fictional victory or if Bush Junior did have the majority or votes. So the victory remains questionable.
September 11th happens in 2001. We all know how that went. Arab countries tremble in fear at the thought that the US might suspect one of them did it. I remember Arafat shaking nervously while he spoke on television... The newly elected Bush Junior sees a great opportunity to boost up his popularity, since the whole election thing left him in a delicate situation. So he vows to hunt down Osama Bin Laden, an already known terrorist who apaprently was responsible for 9-11. I don't remember seeing any hard evidence that would tie Bin Laden to 9-11, but I don't remember seeing him try to deny it either, so I guess that part is correct.
Bush Junior storms the Middle East in search of Bin Laden and even gets to announce a few times that he thinks Bin Laden was killed in the latest air raid. But the bearded man always emerges unharmed.
Time goes by and the whole "search for the 9-11 terrorist" thing becomes routine and people loose interest. I know I did. But then Bush Junior remembers Papa Bush's former opponent. And he remembers the use of chemical weapons, banned by the Geneva Protocol in 1925, against the Kurds in 1984 (before the Gulf war...). So he gathers the UN (which the world knows is in the US's hands...) and sends comissions to search for chemical and biological weapons. He beckons Saddam to disarm, to cooperate. And Saddam replies that he cannot disarm if he has no weapons. Of course he does have tanks, guns and SCUD missiles. But would the US strip them even of the simplest defenses? Weren't they looking only for chemical and biological weapons? Anyway, this pointless dialogue goes on for a while and Bush Junior eventualy decides to take the UN, hence most of the world, and go to war on Iraq. To me, it sounded like Bush Junior was after a substitute terrorist since he couldn't get Bin Laden and the people-- er... gods still demanded human sacrifice.
But the thing is, the UN refuses to go to war unless they actually find chemical or biological weapons. Heading the pacifist party are France and Germany. One of my foreign friends told me it is understandable that Germany would refrain from war. They've seen two of those and didn't like it. But France had a questionable motive, he said. It seems France believes the world needs a power to balance the US. And that they have been doing that by vetoing mostly everything the US supports in the UN. I've got mixed opinions about that. I agree that no power should be wielded by a single person/party. That's the principle of the democratic system we know: three powers to rule and keep an eye on each other. But to veto everything would be mean.
Anyway, against the UN (and even before they could come to any formal decision), Bush Junior gives Saddam a few days to disarms whatever weapons he supposedly has. But since there ain't much left to disarm, the days pass and the Iraqi general is unnable to cooperate.
War ensues...
The world, including some in the US, protests against the start of hostilities. Bush Junior issues a list of 30 countries that support the US. Most are like Colombia, who can't say no because the US is funding the war on the druglords in the country. And most only pronounce themselves favourable, but send no actual help to fight Iraq.
Theories arise about Bush Junior's reason to invade Iraq. And most state that he wants the oil fields. I believe the damage he has done is far greater than those oil fields are worth. Others state that he is resuming Papa Bush's rather legitimate fight in an illegitimate way to boost his popularity. I still can't deny or concur with that opinion.
If I may say, I'll be glad if he does get Saddam. But that's a personal thing: the chubby with the mustache scared me out of my wits back in the 80's when I was a little kid. I feared he could bring the war to my country. Still, I think there could be other more... stealthful ways of accomplishing that (hi there, supposedly secret government organizations!). And that's why I think there's more to it than just ridding the world of a menace. And besides, whatever happened to hunting down Bin Laden?
Phew! Glad to get that out of my chest. I know some of you will rain fire and brimstone on me for these opinions. Go ahead. That's what the comment link is for.
In 1990, Iraq invaded Kuwait. Many people speculate on the reasons for the invasion, some stating that it had to do with oil, Kuwait flooding the market and affecting prices, others say it has to do with Kuwait flaunting their wealth in the face of poorer neighbors. Mind you that most of the weaponry for this offensive had been supplied by the US or other first world countries with economical interests during the Iran-Iraq war (read about it here.)
US, then under the government of Papa Bush, gathered along with other countries to protest. The US, however, was the only one to do more than just protesting. In little or no time, The US had presented Saudi Arabia with proof that Iraq was also ready to march into their country, gaining a valuable ally. In addition, the US presented the case to the Soviet Union, who usually vetoed UN economic sanctions on Iraq, and was able to gain the Soviets' alliance. And so, the Persian Gulf war began, in both the military and economic fronts.
I'd have to say that US's interference in the affairs in the Gulf has positive and negative sides. Many third-world countries would argue that the US think they own the world. I do agree that they were meddling with tender businesses that are not their own. But for one thing, imagine what would have happened if Iraqi general Saddam Hussein had conquered the surrounding lands. Imagine all that warpower amassed in the hands of one man (and not any common man, mind you...). We know where that leads, don't we? The war ended in 1991, with several UN treaties and terms to be respected by Saddam. According to some foreign friends of mine, word has it that Saddam did not respect terms regarding disarmament. But, that I know of, none of the UN comissions that recently went to Iraq found any heavy weaponry besides what is needed for a country to defend itself. So there are no evidences in either way.
Well, some years later, Bush Junior runs for president. The whole election is highly questionable. The votes are counted again and again. Amazing how a country such as the US still makes ellections the old way when our third world country does them with the speed and safety of electronics. Anyway, The Supreme Court intervenes in the elections and eventually rules in favour of candidate Bush Junior, historically the US president with the lowest IQ score. But nowadays IQ tests are proven to be insufficient to test a person's intelligence.
Personally, I don't have enough information to create an opinion about wether it was a fictional victory or if Bush Junior did have the majority or votes. So the victory remains questionable.
September 11th happens in 2001. We all know how that went. Arab countries tremble in fear at the thought that the US might suspect one of them did it. I remember Arafat shaking nervously while he spoke on television... The newly elected Bush Junior sees a great opportunity to boost up his popularity, since the whole election thing left him in a delicate situation. So he vows to hunt down Osama Bin Laden, an already known terrorist who apaprently was responsible for 9-11. I don't remember seeing any hard evidence that would tie Bin Laden to 9-11, but I don't remember seeing him try to deny it either, so I guess that part is correct.
Bush Junior storms the Middle East in search of Bin Laden and even gets to announce a few times that he thinks Bin Laden was killed in the latest air raid. But the bearded man always emerges unharmed.
Time goes by and the whole "search for the 9-11 terrorist" thing becomes routine and people loose interest. I know I did. But then Bush Junior remembers Papa Bush's former opponent. And he remembers the use of chemical weapons, banned by the Geneva Protocol in 1925, against the Kurds in 1984 (before the Gulf war...). So he gathers the UN (which the world knows is in the US's hands...) and sends comissions to search for chemical and biological weapons. He beckons Saddam to disarm, to cooperate. And Saddam replies that he cannot disarm if he has no weapons. Of course he does have tanks, guns and SCUD missiles. But would the US strip them even of the simplest defenses? Weren't they looking only for chemical and biological weapons? Anyway, this pointless dialogue goes on for a while and Bush Junior eventualy decides to take the UN, hence most of the world, and go to war on Iraq. To me, it sounded like Bush Junior was after a substitute terrorist since he couldn't get Bin Laden and the people-- er... gods still demanded human sacrifice.
But the thing is, the UN refuses to go to war unless they actually find chemical or biological weapons. Heading the pacifist party are France and Germany. One of my foreign friends told me it is understandable that Germany would refrain from war. They've seen two of those and didn't like it. But France had a questionable motive, he said. It seems France believes the world needs a power to balance the US. And that they have been doing that by vetoing mostly everything the US supports in the UN. I've got mixed opinions about that. I agree that no power should be wielded by a single person/party. That's the principle of the democratic system we know: three powers to rule and keep an eye on each other. But to veto everything would be mean.
Anyway, against the UN (and even before they could come to any formal decision), Bush Junior gives Saddam a few days to disarms whatever weapons he supposedly has. But since there ain't much left to disarm, the days pass and the Iraqi general is unnable to cooperate.
War ensues...
The world, including some in the US, protests against the start of hostilities. Bush Junior issues a list of 30 countries that support the US. Most are like Colombia, who can't say no because the US is funding the war on the druglords in the country. And most only pronounce themselves favourable, but send no actual help to fight Iraq.
Theories arise about Bush Junior's reason to invade Iraq. And most state that he wants the oil fields. I believe the damage he has done is far greater than those oil fields are worth. Others state that he is resuming Papa Bush's rather legitimate fight in an illegitimate way to boost his popularity. I still can't deny or concur with that opinion.
If I may say, I'll be glad if he does get Saddam. But that's a personal thing: the chubby with the mustache scared me out of my wits back in the 80's when I was a little kid. I feared he could bring the war to my country. Still, I think there could be other more... stealthful ways of accomplishing that (hi there, supposedly secret government organizations!). And that's why I think there's more to it than just ridding the world of a menace. And besides, whatever happened to hunting down Bin Laden?
Phew! Glad to get that out of my chest. I know some of you will rain fire and brimstone on me for these opinions. Go ahead. That's what the comment link is for.
quinta-feira, março 27, 2003
Just something that has kept playing in my mind for the past few days.
Call me call me
From the saddest Cowboy Bebop episode ever...
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I close my eyes and I keep seeing things
Rainbow waterfalls
sunny liquid dream
Confusion creeps inside me raining doubt
Gotta get to you
But I don't know how
Call me, Call me
Let me know it's alright
Call me, Call me
Don't you think it's 'bout time
Please won't you call and
*Ease my mind
Reasons for me to find you
Peace of mind
What can I do
to get me to you
I had your number quite some time ago
Back when we were one
But I had to grow
Ten thousand years I've searched it seems and now
Gotto get to you![]()
Won't you tell me how
Call me, Call me
Let me know your are there
Call me, Call me
I wanna know you still care
Come on now won't you
*Repeat
Ease my mind
Because for me to find you
Peace of mind
Because for living my life
Ease my mind
Because for me to know you
Peace of mind
what can I do
to get me to you
Call me call me
From the saddest Cowboy Bebop episode ever...
I close my eyes and I keep seeing things
Rainbow waterfalls
sunny liquid dream
Confusion creeps inside me raining doubt
Gotta get to you
But I don't know how
Call me, Call me
Let me know it's alright
Call me, Call me
Don't you think it's 'bout time
Please won't you call and
*Ease my mind
Reasons for me to find you
Peace of mind
What can I do
to get me to you
I had your number quite some time ago
Back when we were one
But I had to grow
Ten thousand years I've searched it seems and now
Gotto get to you
Won't you tell me how
Call me, Call me
Let me know your are there
Call me, Call me
I wanna know you still care
Come on now won't you
*Repeat
Ease my mind
Because for me to find you
Peace of mind
Because for living my life
Ease my mind
Because for me to know you
Peace of mind
what can I do
to get me to you
segunda-feira, março 24, 2003
Random literature
I huddled closer to her to see myself in the mirror. There was no actual need to see myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth. But the way she would lean over the sink as if she needed to pay attention to some crucial detail in her mouth seemed amusing enough to copy. And when I invaded her field of view in that mirror, she`d lock her gaze on mine and we`d try hard not to laugh as the foam from the toothpaste oozed out of our mouths and into the sink. And then in a matter of minutes we were both making faces and trying to gross each other out with mouthfuls of toothpaste.
Gross, isn`t it?
I huddled closer to her to see myself in the mirror. There was no actual need to see myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth. But the way she would lean over the sink as if she needed to pay attention to some crucial detail in her mouth seemed amusing enough to copy. And when I invaded her field of view in that mirror, she`d lock her gaze on mine and we`d try hard not to laugh as the foam from the toothpaste oozed out of our mouths and into the sink. And then in a matter of minutes we were both making faces and trying to gross each other out with mouthfuls of toothpaste.
Gross, isn`t it?
quinta-feira, março 20, 2003
As promised, Tinkerbell`s portrait:
![This pic was scanned from the student showcase portfolio]()
And the reference picture:
![Cute, ain`t she?]()
Contextualizing:
Among the many objectives of the cubist painters, there was the attempt to avoid the ilusion of volume (three dimensions). See, painting uses two dimensions. So volume is an illusion which they considered to be a lie. In their paintings, they tried to stick to two dimensions. When the movement evolved to sinthetic cubism (after the first phase of analitical cubism), they began to glue things to their paintings (usually pieces of newspaper and other raw materials) in an attept to sensibilize viewers to the fact that they were beholding a two-dimensional thing. See, with these cubist works, it wasn`t about what was depicted in the canvas, but about the canvas itself.
Of course, that wasn`t the only objective. Cubists had a bone to pick with colour, signature and many other things. In sinthetic cubism, they avoided colour because that too was an illusion. They wanted to deal with matter only. Regardless of it`s colour. But I`m wandering off my point...
When I painted this one, we were learning about cubism and that thing about avoiding the illusion appealed to me. So I glued that piece of canvas accros her eyes and painted over it in an attempt to, like the cubist painters, sensibilize my viewers to the two dimensions involved. I figure now that it creates two moments of appreciation of the work. On the first moment you savour the ilusion, the illustration of her face, the volume. Then on the second moment you ignore what is depcted to pay attention to the collage. You understand the two dimensions. Most people venture into a third moment where some meaning is attained joining the two moments. People have wondered what would they find beneath the glued canvas. Others have spoken about blindfolds and such. It`s kind of a ludic thing...
Comments?
And the reference picture:
Contextualizing:
Among the many objectives of the cubist painters, there was the attempt to avoid the ilusion of volume (three dimensions). See, painting uses two dimensions. So volume is an illusion which they considered to be a lie. In their paintings, they tried to stick to two dimensions. When the movement evolved to sinthetic cubism (after the first phase of analitical cubism), they began to glue things to their paintings (usually pieces of newspaper and other raw materials) in an attept to sensibilize viewers to the fact that they were beholding a two-dimensional thing. See, with these cubist works, it wasn`t about what was depicted in the canvas, but about the canvas itself.
Of course, that wasn`t the only objective. Cubists had a bone to pick with colour, signature and many other things. In sinthetic cubism, they avoided colour because that too was an illusion. They wanted to deal with matter only. Regardless of it`s colour. But I`m wandering off my point...
When I painted this one, we were learning about cubism and that thing about avoiding the illusion appealed to me. So I glued that piece of canvas accros her eyes and painted over it in an attempt to, like the cubist painters, sensibilize my viewers to the two dimensions involved. I figure now that it creates two moments of appreciation of the work. On the first moment you savour the ilusion, the illustration of her face, the volume. Then on the second moment you ignore what is depcted to pay attention to the collage. You understand the two dimensions. Most people venture into a third moment where some meaning is attained joining the two moments. People have wondered what would they find beneath the glued canvas. Others have spoken about blindfolds and such. It`s kind of a ludic thing...
Comments?
By the way, that I am aware of, here are the teams in this entire ordeal:
The belicous team:
US
England
Spain
Australia
Deutchland
Italy
Portugal
I know Bush issued a list of 30 countries supporting the war, but so far, that`s all I know.
The pacifist team
France
Iraq
Belgium
Germany
Brazil
And I gotta get more info on this...
The belicous team:
US
England
Spain
Australia
Deutchland
Italy
Portugal
I know Bush issued a list of 30 countries supporting the war, but so far, that`s all I know.
The pacifist team
France
Iraq
Belgium
Germany
Brazil
And I gotta get more info on this...
So, war has begun. I really don`t have much to say. Anything I could write here would only be a repetition of everything you`ve already read or listened elsewhere. Despite my former post condemning the US for the attack, comparing them to nazi Germany, I`m not on Saddam`s side either. I just think all of this is a thoughtless meddling with wounds of the past. A son trying to accomplish his father`s incompetent wish.
What I can say to my fellow countrymen is that hard times will ensue. Ever since our dear supposedly socialist president was elected, prices for everything have been blown out of proportions. I could understand this as an attempt to straighten up our economy, but I never did understand much about economy. The thing is, with the war and all, we can expect prices to raise even more. Living standards will become unbearably expensive...
Geez, I gotta get a job soon.
What I can say to my fellow countrymen is that hard times will ensue. Ever since our dear supposedly socialist president was elected, prices for everything have been blown out of proportions. I could understand this as an attempt to straighten up our economy, but I never did understand much about economy. The thing is, with the war and all, we can expect prices to raise even more. Living standards will become unbearably expensive...
Geez, I gotta get a job soon.
quarta-feira, março 19, 2003
Well, Apparently there`s something wrong with my computer. It won`t load my recent posts on my blog page. Also, I can`t seem to be able to access the blogger login page. I can read them elsewhere. But not at home. Nor can I write at home. I`m writting from my computer class in the art course. So you guys can expect fewer posts while I figure this out...
terça-feira, março 18, 2003
Às vezes dá vontade de ter mais de uma existência. Como naquele filme cujo título não lembro sobre um ex-soldado americano da guerra no Vietnã que tinha uma vida e quando ia dormir acordava em outra vida. ![By the way, Tina Turner then still reminded me of X-men's Storm... Good ol' days!]()
Mais ou menos como também fizeram no Matrix. Queria viver em uma vida com esta garota, sendo publicitário, ganhando minha grana e tendo família. E então, apenas algumas horas de sono e eu acordaria em um lugar qualquer, artista plástico sem família ou amor. Centrado em mim mesmo. Queria ter uma vida para ser um drone mesmo. Vida de empresa e nine to five, de hierarquia. Gosto dessa organização. Por favor, sem críticas adolescentes ao mundo capitalista... Eu gosto mesmo, e daí? A outra vida ia ser algo tirado da vaga sensação que temos ao assistir Mad Max: beyond Thunderdome. De ir levando como um sobrevivente qualquer, animalizado. E ter aquela ilusão de que, criticando as pessoas "de dentro do sistema", estamos vendo uma suposta verdade e sendo melhores do que eles.
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