VII EYES OF WOMEN IN THE ARTS GROUP ARAGONESA, RSFZ
A new exhibition of the photographers of the RSFZ whose group is presented with the EYES OF A WOMAN VII name. Made the presentation of the Julio Sánchez Millán, President of the photo, and his deputy, Dr. Santiago Chóliz, who spoke of the good work done in the field of photography for these members who are ten years of exhibiting at different venues Zaragoza.
The topic discussed is very diverse, each with its own style becomes established over time, the technical mastery and conceptual. We can see marine issues or water, the reflections of objects on the glass or in store windows and telephone booths in London, the musical events of multitudes, the great productions of the industry, such as locomotives or abandoned tractors the field. Insects drink the honey of flowers, the dream world of the planets, the girl and the black and white flowers, human presence on beaches and rivers, crystal everyday objects that are unified with the fruits, chairs beaches that simulate tropical plants, and the evenings "When the day is night and day not yet reached" along the Ebro
All this subject can be enjoyed in this exhibition at the Art Association Hall of Aragon, in involving the following 14 artists: Begoña Bern, Nieves Beneden, Janine Casado, Concepción Escudero, Isabel Escudero, Pilar Giambanco, Delia Gonzalez, Teresa Fat, Marco Rosa, Angela Mirabal, Eva Oriol, Eva Orta, Ana Beatriz Pedraza and Solé.
The Exhibition was inaugurated on May 27 and runs until June 12, 2010.
discovered this song at the end of the film title Seven . This is a topic that I liked and then, later, to see the video, I succumbed to the fascination of its rawness and plasticity. Seven
is a movie that I do not see often. I did not like in the good sense of the word bother me, shocked me, left me the courage low ebb, it was like letting go of the hand of Bambi to fall into the worst of nightmares. However
found the film fascinating, offers a pessimistic, realistic and pessimistic in the world and human beings who inhabit it. He taught me what it hides "our world" civilization and technology, as a metaphor and a vision at times lyrical.
Straddling thriller, black cinema, made a tape fashion on serial murderers. I have seen many and by far this is my favorite.
The story is simple: a young detective, ambitious newcomer to the city and another about to retire, investigating a heinous crime committed by a serial murderer. Eventually discover that the murderer is a pattern, the deadly sins listed in The Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri. Soon they will be aware that behind the murders is hiding someone worship, which stands as judge and executioner of the miseries human, by paying each of the victims their sin. The detectives end up being pawns of the plot of the murderer, leading them to face themselves apart from the author of the murders.
The pace and tension is crescendo, at the same horror at the cruelty to the victims. At the same time not just to condemn the murderer, who sees the world through the eyes of someone totally disappointed, disgusted with the dark side we all have your own dark side. The murderer is a great manipulator who ultimately wins the game Detective Mills, to the serene sadness of Somerset detective, who, played masterfully by actor Morgan Freman, notes the world with the grief of those who see further and know what will happen. At times he even seems to understand John Doe in his crusade against evil, making it himself.
At the time this film impressed me deeply, is well done and many details are wisely studied the darkness of the scenes, the sense of degradation of the city and people, feelings of impotence in some humans before the unstoppable machine of civilization and a certain fascination with the dark side in everyone, although in some things that balance between light and shadow to create horror breaks.
made me think a lot about people that presumably know, which does not, which I fear, which scares me. I did look closely at strangers on the street, on my way to work, on my walks around town, to see, to examine precisely what can not be seen.
Seeing how the world goes, watching the movements of people at work, reading the newspaper, checking every day the pride of many people who engañna, defraud, swindle others for personal gain, at times, I come like a flash menacing figure of John Doe, saying, inviting and in the last scenes Mill told the detective: "feel the wrath" ...
A friend of mine, anarchist heart, usually me who does not believe in the intrinsic goodness of human beings. I used to contradict with stupid arguments, but I'm seeing, I'm sensing, which is sadly likely to be more right than me.
That's a little message, I believe, from Seven. And Bowie takes superbly master that feeling in your video clip, disturbing and transgressive.
As before mentioned four important facts about the film. The cast of players is a luxury, highlighting Morgan Freman addition to Kevin Spacey who discovered it in this movie. I can not imagine an actor getting into the skin of John Doe.
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Seven (Se7en). Published in 1995 DURATION 127 min. Directed by David Fincher
screenplay by Andrew Kevin Walker Howard Shore
MUSIC PHOTOGRAPHY Darius Khondji Cast: Brad Pitt, Morgan Freeman, Gwyneth Paltrow, Kevin Spacey, John C. McGinley, Richard Roundtree, R. Lee Meyer, Leland Orser, Richard Schiff PRODUCER: New Line Cinema AWARDS 1995: Nominated for Oscar: Best Film Editing 1995: Nominated for BAFTA: Best Original Screenplay 1995: National Board of Review: Best Actor (Kevin Spacey) 1995 : Critics Circle New York: Best Actor (Kevin Spacey) --------------------------------- ----------------------------
I'm in the district of Horta. They collaborate with other partners in protectionist duties of which do not give more details because it is not that the focus of my post.
Near the subway station, a site close out a child, I suppose about twelve or thirteen. Sale
wearing tracksuits and sports, hand carrying a huge bag of potatoes cold, which is gobbling its contents.
slow down my pace, totally surprised by the image: children, time, breakfast: large bag of potato chips.
My Mirade must be very expressive, even I slowed my pace. Crosses me a woman younger than me and that goes to the kid to bite the doorbell, seem to be loading the car to go sightseeing.
is fixed in my speech and I look down, what the hell am I looking at her son?
course, is scrutinizing the hell am I doing what a child eats breakfast on a Sunday, albeit a large bag of Fritos , Doritos or something similar?
I leave and go my way, totally baffled by what I see.
At the same time come to my mind the latest to be published in my autonomous community, referring to the large deficit that carries public health and shows no signs of abating, but rather the contrary.
I was constantly told that "we are free" to eat what they want, drink what we want and, in short, put in our bodies as we please.
We are free ... until the disease betrays us.
Was not it a few months ago, just a few years, in which a mother was withdrawn the custody of his son by giving him a slap? "Law says something about the children malalimentar constumbres or encourage at least some sound?
Nothing that I go out, constant source of inspiration, and sometimes of horror.
Francisco Amighetti prints from COSTA RICA, BY FERNANDO
studied the IB at the Liceo de Costa Rica, where I learned to work the teacher and watercolor painter Flora Lujan, wife of Paco Amighetti. Then I set about drawing caricatures of my classmates and teachers of the Lyceum. In 1962 he was studying at the University of Costa Rica as it had entered with the intention of making the civil engineering career after studying architecture in Mexico or Brazil, because it was not conducted in Costa Rica. One of the electives was taught Art History Professor Francisco Amighetti. His classes I opened an unknown world, as a slide show while explaining the biography of the painter, was a new vision of the world to face the work of El Greco, Rembrandt, the Italian Renaissance, Raphael, Michelangelo, Leonardo, ... .. and English paintings of Velazquez and Goya, the Impressionists, Picasso, Dali and the isthmus. It asked if I wanted to be an architect or painter and Don Paco explains in an article published in the nation, during my first solo exhibition at the National Arts and Letters in September 1969 :
... Carlos Barboza heard my history lessons Art with clear eyes full of fervor. Traveling through this exhibition I have referred her figure on a rainy night when I spoke with enthusiasm of the engravings made and was going to do .... the end I chose to be a painter recorder and traveled to Europe in 1968 to specialize in engraving intaglio in Spain.
Now in 2010 I recall in Zaragoza, the life and work of the engraver woodcut of an Italian father, Bergamo, and Costa Rican mother, who was born in San Jose in 1907 and eventually became one of the best writers wood of the country and the Latin American graphic. This passion for wood is relatively the same: ... Later, when I recorded the wood, I came into contact with this area of \u200b\u200bthe forest. Fragments let their aroma when they are wounded and came to the scholarship of forests accumulating pieces of pale brown, orange yellow, tinged with his own penitent purple, Manu Brown, the crocuses blackberry, rum-rum heavy and red, locust, the Hawksbill, and many other woods that I discovered. All of them accepted the allegiance of its hardness steel incisions. I'm still patting the pieces of wood that is sometimes not recorded, and hand rub the surface and watch the flashing light to start them, sometimes I leave them uncut, because none of my prints surpasses the beauty and mystery of textures.
In 1987 the Costa Rican Art Museum organized a retrospective exhibition entitled Amighetti, 60 years of artistic work and art historian Charles F. Echeverría writes Amighetti on the work of the following: The cromoxilografía allows, on the other hand, a broad assessment of texture and grain of the wood, a factor that has seized Amighetti as very few, in full command of the technical elements, the issue becomes prominence to be treated freely and imaginatively. Depths of the personality of Amighetti is revealed in the range of his favorite themes, his beloved subjects: children, women's eroticism tropical and roughness of his men and the elderly.
In 1990 while Ambassador of Costa Rica Janina del Vecchio and the excellent composer Cultural Attaché and pianist Manuel Obregon, was organized in Madrid a cultural week dedicated to Costa Rica, sponsored by the Autonomous Community of Madrid and the City Council, the Commission's 5 th anniversary, the Ibero-American Cooperation and Iberia. Artists participated as the painter Rafael Fernandez and I, with a tribute to the movies , and exposed our work in the Board Antonio Palacios, and Don Paco Amighetti in the Centro Cultural de la Villa de Madrid, where I gave a lecture his audience entitled A Century of Art in Costa Rica , slides, and Don Paco. Twenty-eight years later, teacher and students meet again with his work in Spain.
On Saturday May 15 the examination was opposition for administrative spaces ICS (the public company that manages most public health in the autonomous region of Catalonia). I've been preparing
certainly abducted from ordinary mortals. I have focused on the family, I have focused on the job and of course in the 29 subjects who entered the examination.
Life is not fair, not necessarily strive to have their reward. Did you study? yes, enough? I believe not. I ran out of time and capacity, and some luck, and some nerve. I took this as a personal thing and went to the very tense and anxious consideration. Something that an opponent should ever experienced.
So I stopped. I took a little 4.6 does not reflect my work done and what he knew. Have I been hurt? Of course. Lucirnos and highlight all want to be the best. I am no different from the rest and I resent having paid so little when he could have done better.
But this is my reality: I had to face since Saturday night (which goes some hours to take an exam and came out at 20:45 h of university facilities) until today when I have uploaded the template of correct answers and I have confirmed my suspicions.
These months of poor communication have not been just for books. The work has led me on new paths where I deepened. I've been a season long in various mental health centers in the area of \u200b\u200binfluence of the Hospital del Mar. I am facing mental health at various levels, from pure and hard of primary care, side by side with physicians and patients of various districts of Barcelona, to the management and human resources management in the hospital. My job is exciting, I like and it is impossible to summarize here what they have learned in my dealings with human beings 'sick' and doctors 'healthy' ... I met people with heartbreaking stories, where bad luck and madness go hand in hand of swimming upstream. I had the pleasure of discovering human beings who live behind the facade of the / the psychiatrists, / psychologists ... I discovered the tireless work of nurses and social workers who are in the street moving in the homes of the destitute (those who have it) is still so intense that does not fit in this post is totally irresumible. I am convinced that my work has a sense that caring for others, despite their (our) self-interest and their (our) misery is a two way street: I've learned from them and they, I believe, have felt welcomed and served from my administrative position. Working with people exercise patience, of course, and wisdom, and discovery.
Have I finished with the opposition? nowhere near, I am stubborn to pathological extremes. I'll follow because I have no choice and that's what I want to do. I look forward to working, learning ergo ...
What I have proposed is to leave aside as the blogosphere, the colleagues I've missed but which I felt incapable of writing. It is true that at times I have sat at the computer with his mind full of ideas to tell ... and without words to do so. I think they're returning to the starting point.
My life is something far from easy (sure yours are not either.) But ... I read it again, can not be otherwise. This brief summary
I dedicate it to a bunch of people with whom I shared stretches of way. Some are friends from far away, some are discoveries, almost all of my work in primary care centers for those who have had the pleasure (and honor) of passing. A friend from far away in time, reunited ... a bunch of people who have shown me something I did not know and that I owe something. I am sure that if good intentions and good will would have sufficed, instead of 4.6 would put out a 10 to the fourth power.
So thank: my parents suffered, Toni and Gabriel (calm, patient, very patient partner and child) to Pepi, Carmen Roca, Carmen Jal, Gloria, Salvi, Dolors (friends of the nursery Apollo 10), a Mayte, Loli, Margaret, Norma, Lola, Ana Muñoz, Clotilde Madrid, Teresa, Albert (CSM St. Martin North), Monica (St. Martin CSMIJ South), in Mireia, Rosa Ventura (CAP Maragall), Mar (the earthquake of CSMIJ Old City), July, Pili Nonell, Montserrat Raurell (sufrieron my 21 years in Graphic Arts, and are for contarlo vivos) in Concha (Totikap of Recreation), Christine, Almudena, Helena, Magda, Maria Mercedes (a Utopia: Barcelona cat and dog), to embody, Marian, Monica (from Another Utopia: Save - the Mill), Eva and Ricardo (Ricardo: friend from childhood, and other times a cosmic brother in the kitchen a Demônio ) And Rosa Amparo (big companions, professionals and counselors at the Hospital del Mar). A Nuria and Olivier (from Avignon, France). I do not want to leave in the inkstand to Anna, Franxesca, Irene, Lourdes, Miriam, sisters of the class I attended to prepare for the exam: girls, to see if one has managed to pass the first test, do not forget that the cabinet crisis is more alive than ever!
I make a special mention to John and Hope (Institute of Neuropsychiatry i Addiccions - INAD) my co-workers of the last substitution I'm doing: they and the team of the Hospital del Mar INAD have been very kind to me and showed me lights and shadows that inhabit in healthcare organizations), not to have the pleasure of your company. On Friday, end the substitution, I let a couple of excellent colleagues, and I think some friends too. Of course I leave it to Rose, the secretary who provided during these weeks because of his surgery, already outdated and back to the hospital.
I hope no one left me, because as I write I see many people who have been more or less close in recent months. Virtual world have had messages of encouragement, not to establish comparative grievances, I thank everyone here.
Y. .. wink: I'm back ... and I was going to "read" if you want.
BARBOZA AND THE GROUP HEADS IN COSTA RICA 64 ZAPOTE
In this May I meet my 67 years of existence on this planet Earth and that brings me to my fifty-year review work in the field of art. When you start the decline is good to review and justify its existence.
In the sixties I lived in Zapote, since my family sold the house in Barrio Luján and my father bought a larger field, including coffee, which eventually became the Barrio Moreno Cañas. So says my friend El Zapote Fernando Cabezas, writer: Zapote, population divided into small and blurred neighborhoods, was a land of coffee, vegetables and few owners. Coffee and crops were disappearing thanks to those who arrive as new settlers, and cement and tractors ... .. good shelter for immigrants' economic crowding: cheap land, in a quiet ... ..
In this district of San José Cabezas certainly met a rainy day in a Soda on the location and describes the event as follows: .... One day, at any time, and a Zapote I do not remember, someone introduced us. Came the usual handshake and a brotherhood was baptized and seamless. We had not finished shook hands when Goya, Sartre, Dostoevsky, Unamuno and others took the reins of the conversation. Realities, dreams, transcendence, crossed the bridge mood and began to trot in two Rocinante. Finally on the way to where and how ....
From time to ruminate on painting and literature we came up with a new exhibition at the new High School built adjacent to the town square and the Church, called Rodrigo Facio, founder University of San Jose. Here's how Fernando remembers ... Encouraged, willing, we took on the task of bringing together these anonymous artists of the community. On September 15, 1964, Independence Day, the Community Art Group, so we decided to call, curtains opened at the Lyceum Rodrigo Facio, with an exhibition of mural poetry, painting and caricatures. There were exposed the works of William Campos, Kenneth Martinez, Carlos Valenzuela, Rita Sanchez, Reynaldo Mora, Carlos Barboza, and me. Amazement, incredulity, and admiration in the audience were confused, as the sly, almost with fear, came to the Lyceum. And there was Fabián Dobles ... ... The next day we celebrate an unexpected photograph and a brief note that he played the event. journalist Steffen Inés Trejos I did an interview for the newspaper The Nation talking about the exposure.
was our first presentation to the public of our work in a Secondary School, whose Director, Professor Leah Gomez Brenes, gave the green light to the project, and pioneered in Costa Rica to join various artistic disciplines in an exhibition and carry the people and students. Cabezas describes the work of the different participants: Kenneth Martinez, .... Poems spontaneous, emotional, whiny, or modeled on the scars of love ghost .... Hidden poet, troubadour whose voice we attended a few. Reynaldo Mora, .... A single painting because, because the palette and brushes in his mind wandered. What another quest? Guillermo Campos ... pencil in hand if he could get out of a delicate humor imperceptible in his ways, and perhaps by her surprise. Carlos Valenzuela, ... painted, painted a lot. "Sufficiency or inquisitive temperament? The truth is that it seemed insatiable .... Rita Sanchez .... Tenderness, maternal strength seem to me magical, almost sacred, in his paintings .... The English Manuel Robles painted without fuss, without departing from the endless colorful, in our countryside and seas, it seems a miracle. .... In I wrote the following: armed Barboza stands in the living room, bedroom, kitchen, dining room, or where I could; wanted shout the enthusiasm of scores emerging goyesquianos and his fervor for Dostoyevsky.
continues talking about the destiny of our first artistic experience ... Thereafter, the situation improved for those who decided to surrender to the dimensions of the childbearing and amazing art. The next step was La Casa del Artista. There was the deep ritual of a fruitful friendship with those who, soon after, outlined at the Central Park of San Jose in the arcades and in some provinces. I think this fraternity without regulations, or seals, or signatures, forged an understanding that prevailed between the Circle of Poets and Writers Rican and the Totem Group.
Fernando Cabezas, poet, writer and playwright of Costa Rica, died on February 23, 2010 in the city of Carthage lies in Curridabat near the Irazu Volcano he loved. See you soon friend
comes into my hands a book Elia sent by my sisters and Amelia, dedicated to the life and work of my cousin Mireya Barboza, born on December 3, 1935 in Costa Rica. In chapter 3, Mireya tells his life beginning with his childhood in Barrio Luján de San José, and it does the following:
"Within we lived in poverty, most people at that time was poor, ... .... are going to the river where Dad used to take us from children to teach us to respect nature and swimming. Had to take a bus, get to Central Park Tibás and from there walk to the pool. Many times we found people who were swimming naked .... The way of earth and stones that we walk we had very long, but we enjoyed watching birds, trees, flowers and smelling the aroma of coffee blossoms ... .... The sites were beautiful, with sand flats or grass green, with huge trees and large stones from where they launched the most daring ... ... After the bath and spend more than a scare in the water, as from time to time came we had great torrents downstream, we asoleábamos cocks and eat eggs and tortilla with beans prepared by mom (Odilia) ... .... every one of my brothers have stories to tell in these walks, it was lead by paternal tradition runs and when no one wanted to accompany him, was taking the grandchildren or cousins \u200b\u200b... .. "
In this second wave of children of Victor and Hercules Barboza I was, and practically the feelings and memories of Virilla river pools are the same. Our parents were carpenters, from the Barrio Luján Barboza Furniture, founded by my grandfather Carlos and that for reasons of inheritance, the elder brother inherited. We lived in adjoining houses with common courtyard, we went to kindergarten in the School of Chile and children always had reference to higher premiums, Ligia Mireya as an athlete and as an artist who achieved personal effort to migrate to form in his vocation, Dance.
First Jodorowsky Mexico where he met Bernadette and then Paris, Sara Pardo, touring Europe with his company. Mireya tells us proudly returned to Costa Rica and then returned to France, where they asked me certain things to do in theater. I won auditions, one in two hundred applicants in England. I had a chance to dance at the opening of the Cathedral Liverpool, came to Costa Rica in 1968, here I was with the Argentine Hugo Martinez, who had good ideas about scenery ....
Fair in 1968 I went to Europe to train as a painter, things in life, when I went back to Teresa Fat Mireya explain our work and had done a great job as director of entertainment and as a teacher. Has been to Costa Rica such as Maria de Avila to Zaragoza. At that time, 1975, presented the spectacle of dances and traditions which gathered all the musical material of Costa Rica from indigenous cultures, colonial, Plateau Central, Guanacaste and Caribbean black. I wrote a review for the newspaper Excelsior, Costa Rica on this event I play in this blog.
Among the many awards she received Mireya in Costa Rica and beyond our borders bestowed on him: The International Hispanic Theatre Festival in Miami, United States, granted on 9 June 1999 Award for a lifetime dedicated to the Performing Arts.
The book has been produced by the Costa Rican writer Carmen Naranjo and his sister Ligia Barboza and edited by the Alternative Design. It consists of eight chapters that recount his work in dance and is accompanied by poems and texts by Carmen Naranjo, Lygia and Arabela Nidia Barboza and Salaberri.
Mireya Barboza is an advanced time with their effort to achieve their dreams, was a pioneer in Costa Rica, along with singer Chavela Vargas, who managed to live beyond his art and his work and as she herself says: I never cared material, so if I cared a lot was spiritual growth.
