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.
