<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603618584895709612</id><updated>2012-02-13T07:46:01.261-08:00</updated><category term='Cartografía del desarraigo/ Rootlessness cartography'/><category term='Mi arte/ My art'/><category term='El remiendo y la herida/ The wound and the patch'/><category term='Exposiciones'/><category term='La piel intermedia/ The intermediate skin'/><category term='los orígenes/ the seeds'/><category term='Frente al espejo/ Facing the mirror'/><category term='Cuadernos/ Notebooks'/><category term='Registros cotidianos/ Everyday traces'/><title type='text'>ThE pEnciL &amp; tHe nEEdLe</title><subtitle type='html'>Sobre la multiplicidad en la obra de Anita Ceballos

About Multiplicity in Anita Ceballos´ artwork</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anita Ceballos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03231339403837290759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldU1n0wr7rM/TWFhnqPFSbI/AAAAAAAAB8A/IeA117P_vA4/s220/Escanear0001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603618584895709612.post-872060773374155178</id><published>2011-02-20T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:39:01.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuadernos/ Notebooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Registros cotidianos/ Everyday traces'/><title type='text'>Diario de ausencia/ Absence diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Comencé este cuaderno en noviembre de 2006. Pretendía a través de él, sentirme más cerca de la persona a la que amaba, que vivía en otra ciudad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lo titulé &lt;em&gt;Diario de ausencia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada vez que esa ausencia me punzaba, y me hacía insoportable la distancia, abría mi cuaderno y charlaba con él. O le dibujaba lo que tenía delante, para poder compartir ese momento en el papel. Pero muy poco después mi padre murió repentinamente, y el diario de ausencia se cerró para siempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hubo una mudanza igual de repentina, y la habitación que dibujo solitaria en este cuaderno, se llenó....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I began this notebook in November, 2006. Trought it, I hoped to feel closer to my partner, who was living in another city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I called it &lt;em&gt;Absence diary&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Each time that absence made me feel unhappy, I would open my diary and have a little chat with him, or draw what sourrounded me in a way to share that moment through the paper. But soon after, my father died suddenly, and this notebook was closed forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A suddenly removal took place, and the lonely bedroom I drew in the diary was filled....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_0laXbsmE8/TWFyysFLp-I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/OELIL_rQAu4/s1600/escanear0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575864028813305826" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_0laXbsmE8/TWFyysFLp-I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/OELIL_rQAu4/s640/escanear0010.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfH-P_yNgh4/TWFyiVwudkI/AAAAAAAAB-I/4UDJJyclnyg/s1600/escanear0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="487" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575863747944019522" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfH-P_yNgh4/TWFyiVwudkI/AAAAAAAAB-I/4UDJJyclnyg/s640/escanear0009.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCGxXaFUtw4/TWFwmQzuOpI/AAAAAAAAB9w/uwO1LyJacbU/s1600/escanear0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="462" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575861616310631058" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCGxXaFUtw4/TWFwmQzuOpI/AAAAAAAAB9w/uwO1LyJacbU/s640/escanear0002.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FAmqrwL7KsQ/TWFwbogJZUI/AAAAAAAAB9o/5B4WA6Iii8Q/s1600/escanear0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="481" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575861433692415298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FAmqrwL7KsQ/TWFwbogJZUI/AAAAAAAAB9o/5B4WA6Iii8Q/s640/escanear0003.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pS9bVnCv5qI/TWFwVb3QgYI/AAAAAAAAB9g/DH35scvsdas/s1600/escanear0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="479" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575861327220474242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pS9bVnCv5qI/TWFwVb3QgYI/AAAAAAAAB9g/DH35scvsdas/s640/escanear0004.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xU1CDpj2yc/TWFwOt4qKII/AAAAAAAAB9Y/7_WUPYl6JQs/s1600/escanear0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="465" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575861211799103618" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xU1CDpj2yc/TWFwOt4qKII/AAAAAAAAB9Y/7_WUPYl6JQs/s640/escanear0005.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-72lP9cBr3g0/TWFwIk7s1bI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/LD980zlRS_E/s1600/escanear0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="470" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575861106316727730" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-72lP9cBr3g0/TWFwIk7s1bI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/LD980zlRS_E/s640/escanear0006.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZzuc1icVkc/TWFwBf9LhuI/AAAAAAAAB9I/ALZZeZ-SFw4/s1600/escanear0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="485" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575860984721671906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZzuc1icVkc/TWFwBf9LhuI/AAAAAAAAB9I/ALZZeZ-SFw4/s640/escanear0007.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2Wlka1axEQ/TWFv67m4JmI/AAAAAAAAB9A/l-OqKraMFs4/s1600/escanear0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="473" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575860871885235810" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2Wlka1axEQ/TWFv67m4JmI/AAAAAAAAB9A/l-OqKraMFs4/s640/escanear0008.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;El sentimiento de este cuaderno, se transmite en la obra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;La espera&lt;/em&gt;, de la serie Mudos testigos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The feeling in this notebook, is reflected in the artwork &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;em&gt;´m waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;, from the serie Mute witnesses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1603618584895709612-872060773374155178?l=anita-ceballos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/feeds/872060773374155178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1603618584895709612&amp;postID=872060773374155178' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/872060773374155178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/872060773374155178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/2011/02/diario-de-ausencia-absence-diary.html' title='Diario de ausencia/ Absence diary'/><author><name>Anita Ceballos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03231339403837290759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldU1n0wr7rM/TWFhnqPFSbI/AAAAAAAAB8A/IeA117P_vA4/s220/Escanear0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_0laXbsmE8/TWFyysFLp-I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/OELIL_rQAu4/s72-c/escanear0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603618584895709612.post-8652996248047904323</id><published>2009-06-04T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:41:49.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exposiciones'/><title type='text'>Exposición Young pups, Santander</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SjLfmXCio5I/AAAAAAAABRI/vfslSBF85pE/s1600-h/P1140672.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os invito a acercaros a ver algunas de mis obras en la exposición &lt;em&gt;Zona actual, young pups&lt;/em&gt;, que tendrá lugar del 5 al 28 de junio en la Sala Naos, Santander. Reuniendo la obra de diez jóvenes artistas, la muestra engloba diversas propuestas, como las de Okuda, Gorka Mohamed, Cucanelles o Bruno Ochaita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La sala se encuentra en el puerto pesquero, en la entrada de Santander, y su horario es de martes a sábados de 18. 30 a 21.00; en la calle Carlos Haya 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero que os guste, aquí os dejo un adelanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SjLdxA8et_I/AAAAAAAABRA/eSkgSBcEE6o/s1600-h/P1140758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="360" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346579541779199986" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SjLdxA8et_I/AAAAAAAABRA/eSkgSBcEE6o/s640/P1140758.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Vista general de la exposición&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;General view of the exhibition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SjLds2jsZ3I/AAAAAAAABQ4/xTuuAgXKRaE/s1600-h/P1140675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="360" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346579470271407986" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SjLds2jsZ3I/AAAAAAAABQ4/xTuuAgXKRaE/s640/P1140675.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="360" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346579386659747794" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SjLdn_FHt9I/AAAAAAAABQw/LpiluUmP4zM/s640/P1140774.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SjLdjGZvfuI/AAAAAAAABQo/bPIWPyu_lPA/s1600-h/P1140672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="360" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346579302725943010" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SjLdjGZvfuI/AAAAAAAABQo/bPIWPyu_lPA/s640/P1140672.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Detalle de la instalación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Installation detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SjLdJwNej7I/AAAAAAAABQg/EeB6sWG_exs/s1600-h/P1140715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="360" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346578867272191922" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SjLdJwNej7I/AAAAAAAABQg/EeB6sWG_exs/s640/P1140715.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Detalle de la instalación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Installation detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SjLc3hMr1QI/AAAAAAAABQY/VHPLyWCG7h0/s1600-h/P1140730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="359" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346578554004690178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SjLc3hMr1QI/AAAAAAAABQY/VHPLyWCG7h0/s640/P1140730.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cara a cara: el autorretrato y su creadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Face to face: the self- portrait and its creator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Fotos de/ Photos by Diego Fernández Mantilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1603618584895709612-8652996248047904323?l=anita-ceballos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/feeds/8652996248047904323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1603618584895709612&amp;postID=8652996248047904323' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/8652996248047904323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/8652996248047904323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/2009/06/exposicion-young-pups-santander.html' title='Exposición Young pups, Santander'/><author><name>Anita Ceballos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03231339403837290759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldU1n0wr7rM/TWFhnqPFSbI/AAAAAAAAB8A/IeA117P_vA4/s220/Escanear0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SjLdxA8et_I/AAAAAAAABRA/eSkgSBcEE6o/s72-c/P1140758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603618584895709612.post-4502746544537385279</id><published>2009-04-24T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:53:48.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El remiendo y la herida/ The wound and the patch'/><title type='text'>El remiendo y la herida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siempre he sentido fascinación por la aguja. Por el poder mágico de la aguja. La aguja sirve para reparar un daño. Es una demanda de perdón.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I´ve always been fascinated by the needle. By its magical power. The needle repairs a damage. It´s a forgiveness demand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Louise Bourgeois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIMStXD2NI/AAAAAAAABC8/4ebKBlqAG9w/s1600-h/P1130598.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328334824686213330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIMStXD2NI/AAAAAAAABC8/4ebKBlqAG9w/s640/P1130598.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIMOq1YlQI/AAAAAAAABC0/z0p3FszSl9w/s1600-h/P1130605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328334755288618242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIMOq1YlQI/AAAAAAAABC0/z0p3FszSl9w/s640/P1130605.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIMHJ-T0eI/AAAAAAAABCs/wgVqr0NugGc/s1600-h/P1130611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="555" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328334626208600546" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIMHJ-T0eI/AAAAAAAABCs/wgVqr0NugGc/s640/P1130611.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIL6LfIPSI/AAAAAAAABCk/4yuwXQp77WE/s1600-h/P1130617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="360" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328334403276389666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIL6LfIPSI/AAAAAAAABCk/4yuwXQp77WE/s640/P1130617.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIL1NSX-UI/AAAAAAAABCc/9sjBD9icNPA/s1600-h/P1130648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="388" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328334317860419906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIL1NSX-UI/AAAAAAAABCc/9sjBD9icNPA/s640/P1130648.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfILu3aSYVI/AAAAAAAABCU/a25DOp-uVks/s1600-h/P1130819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="421" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328334208908812626" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfILu3aSYVI/AAAAAAAABCU/a25DOp-uVks/s640/P1130819.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfILQ9rEGoI/AAAAAAAABCM/JYsKuYWzva0/s1600-h/P1130694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="571" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333695193717378" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfILQ9rEGoI/AAAAAAAABCM/JYsKuYWzva0/s640/P1130694.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfILD9GFrWI/AAAAAAAABCE/KrwLuVCb4jo/s1600-h/P1130683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="479" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333471700331874" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfILD9GFrWI/AAAAAAAABCE/KrwLuVCb4jo/s640/P1130683.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIK7qFsY6I/AAAAAAAABB8/AsEKKpD8ECg/s1600-h/P1130668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="430" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333329159447458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIK7qFsY6I/AAAAAAAABB8/AsEKKpD8ECg/s640/P1130668.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIKwTxlZOI/AAAAAAAABB0/J3RmMapa1_A/s1600-h/P1130678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="441" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333134190961890" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIKwTxlZOI/AAAAAAAABB0/J3RmMapa1_A/s640/P1130678.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIKp-2pCrI/AAAAAAAABBs/HeJSyb21Zyo/s1600-h/P1130658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="396" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328333025495812786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIKp-2pCrI/AAAAAAAABBs/HeJSyb21Zyo/s640/P1130658.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIIvQvnSbI/AAAAAAAABBk/SP6GvMoUvVQ/s1600-h/P1130718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="364" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328330917174266290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIIvQvnSbI/AAAAAAAABBk/SP6GvMoUvVQ/s640/P1130718.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fotos de/ Photos by &lt;a href="http://pedidloimposible.blogspot.com/"&gt;DFM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1603618584895709612-4502746544537385279?l=anita-ceballos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/feeds/4502746544537385279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1603618584895709612&amp;postID=4502746544537385279' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/4502746544537385279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/4502746544537385279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-remiendo-y-la-herida.html' title='El remiendo y la herida'/><author><name>Anita Ceballos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03231339403837290759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldU1n0wr7rM/TWFhnqPFSbI/AAAAAAAAB8A/IeA117P_vA4/s220/Escanear0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfIMStXD2NI/AAAAAAAABC8/4ebKBlqAG9w/s72-c/P1130598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603618584895709612.post-705708593347972939</id><published>2009-04-01T01:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:03:17.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartografía del desarraigo/ Rootlessness cartography'/><title type='text'>Cartografía del desarraigo/ Rootlessness cartography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me gustaría que hubiera lugares estables, inmóviles, intangibles, intocados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTo5QmUCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_OHqdxof1Xg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y casi intocables, inmutables, arraigados; lugares que fueran referencias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTo5QmUCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_OHqdxof1Xg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;puntos de partida, principios:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I´d like there were stable, still, intangible, sacred places&lt;br /&gt;almost untouchable, immutable, deeply- rooted; places that were points of references, beginnings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTo5QmUCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_OHqdxof1Xg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi país natal, la cuna de mi familia, la casa en la que habría nacido, el&lt;br /&gt;árbol que habría visto crecer (que mi padre habría plantado el día de mi&lt;br /&gt;nacimiento), el desván de mi infancia lleno de recuerdos intactos…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My native country, my family craddle, the house where I was born, the tree I would have seen grow (the one my father would have planted my birthday), my childhood attic full of intact memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTo5QmUCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_OHqdxof1Xg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tales lugares no existen, y como no existen el espacio se vuelve pregunta,&lt;br /&gt;deja de ser evidencia, deja de estar incorporado, deja de estar apropiado.&lt;br /&gt;El espacio es una duda, continuamente necesito marcarlo, designarlo;&lt;br /&gt;nunca es mío, nunca me es dado, tengo que conquistarlo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those places don´t exist, therefore, space becomes a question, is a not an evidence anymore, is not physical, is not part of what we know. The space is a doubt, continuously I have to mark it, set it; it is never mine, it has to be conquered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTo5QmUCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_OHqdxof1Xg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mis espacios son frágiles: el tiempo va a desgastarlos, va a destruirlos:&lt;br /&gt;nada se parecerá ya a lo que era, mis recuerdos me traicionarán, el olvido&lt;br /&gt;se infiltrará en la memoria, miraré algunas fotos amarillentas con los&lt;br /&gt;bordes rotos sin poder reconocerlas (…)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;My spaces are fragile; time is going to wear them away, to destroy them:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will be again the same, my memories will betray me, obscurity will infiltrate my memory; I´ll look to some old yellowish photoes not being able to recognise them (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTo5QmUCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_OHqdxof1Xg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El espacio se deshace como la arena se desliza entre los dedos. El tiempo&lt;br /&gt;se lo lleva y sólo me deja unos cuantos pedazos informes:&lt;br /&gt;Escribir: tratar de retener algo meticulosamente, de conseguir que algo&lt;br /&gt;sobreviva: arrancar unas migajas precisas al vacío que se excava&lt;br /&gt;continuamente, dejar en alguna parte un surco, un rastro, una marca o&lt;br /&gt;algunos signos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The space is like sand in a hand: time takes it away leaving behind some shapeless pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To write: trying to withold something carefully so that survives: to tear off some bits to emptyness;&lt;br /&gt;to leave somewhere a furrow, a trace, or some signs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Georges Perec, &lt;em&gt;Especies de espacios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si sustituimos la palabra “escribir” por la de “crear” en el último párrafo de este texto de Georges Pérec, encontraremos el propósito de mi proyecto. Dejar constancia de los espacios de interior que he habitado – en mi caso, cinco casas- y de la impronta que en mí han dejado. Recordarlos, analizarlos, dibujarlos y comprender cómo los individuos organizamos nuestro espacio más cotidiano. Explicar al fin y al cabo, por qué acabamos sintiendo apego por el mismo rincón, el mismo lado de la cama, qué silla nos es asignada en la mesa del comedor, qué aportamos nosotros a esos espacios y qué nos devuelven ellos. La continua interacción de esa masa informe que forma la familia con el ámbito domestico y entre sus propios miembros, y situarnos: quién soy yo, entre quién me sentaba, dónde me resguardaba, qué lugares temía, dónde era feliz. Mi cama, mi silla, mi cojín, mi mesa. Mis libros, mis vestidos, mi peine, mi espejo. La puerta por la que te fuiste, la ventana desde la que te miro, el suelo sobre el que me tiendo, y el techo que observo pensativa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;If we change the word "to write" by "to create" in the last sentence of Perec´s text, we find my project´s purpose. To leave a trace of the places where I´ve lived -five houses-, and how they´ve marked me. To remember, analyze and draw them trying to understand how individuals organize their everyday space. In the end, to explain why we grow fond of the same corner, the same side of the bed, which is our place in the dining table; what do we contribute to those spaces ad what they give us back. The continuous interaction between that shapeless mass which is family and the everyday field, trying to place oneself: who am I, which was my place, which my shelter, where I used to be scared, where happy. My bed, my chair, my cushion, my table. My books, my dresses, my comb, my mirror. The door through which you left, the window I see you from, the floor where I lay, and the ceiling I observe thoughtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La casa es nuestro rincón del mundo. Es nuestro primer universo. Es realmente un cosmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;The house is our corner in the world.It is our first univese. It is a real cosmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Gaston Bachelard, &lt;em&gt;La poética del espacio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320039390605889570" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTo5QmUCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_OHqdxof1Xg/s640/3.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El origen,&lt;/em&gt; 2006. Hilo bordado y collage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The origin&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered thread and collage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTlOvnELI/AAAAAAAAA_0/0q5MWuMK-XQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320039327653630130" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTlOvnELI/AAAAAAAAA_0/0q5MWuMK-XQ/s640/2.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Los recuerdos en llamas&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado y collage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories burning&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidred thread and collage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;…Es su discurrir cotidiano lo que define al hombre como individuo, frente a lo que le define como sociedad. Lo que le permite seguir distinguiendo &lt;strong&gt;entre lo que es yo y no ellos&lt;/strong&gt;. Esa libertad es difícilmente trasladable al exterior, y por ello opina Benjamin, que vivir en una casa de vidrio sería una virtud revolucionaria, borrando la escisión entre lo público y lo privado…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...It is daily- life pass what defines the man as an individual, opposite to what defines him as society.What lets him distinguish between what is him and what are they. That freedom is difficult to be transfered to the outside world, and that´s why Benjamin thinks that living in a glass house would be a revolutionary virtue, finishing with the difference between the public and the private...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Candela Iria, &lt;em&gt;Estos pies en el sofá&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Catálogo Territorio Doméstico, Interart 2000,15º Fira Institut Art Valencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTgfmOYuI/AAAAAAAAA_s/5LDnV0xbBNw/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320039246278320866" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTgfmOYuI/AAAAAAAAA_s/5LDnV0xbBNw/s640/4.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El nido&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado y collage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The nest&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered thread and collage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;La vida empieza bien, empieza encerrada, protegida, toda tibia en el regazo de una casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Life begins well, begins covered, protegé and warm in a house´s lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Gaston Bachelard&lt;em&gt;, La poética del espacio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTZLkuxII/AAAAAAAAA_k/dhwO0AXoSQQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320039120644260994" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTZLkuxII/AAAAAAAAA_k/dhwO0AXoSQQ/s640/5.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hogar, dulce prisión&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado y collage.Vendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home, sweet prison&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered thread and collage. Sold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTTPFqbcI/AAAAAAAAA_c/ZyXL_W8ur3Y/s1600-h/6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320039018508479938" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTTPFqbcI/AAAAAAAAA_c/ZyXL_W8ur3Y/s640/6a.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Destrucción: el hombre&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado y collage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destruction: man&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered thread and collage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSRuqIuVYI/AAAAAAAAA_U/-wSXLzn8ri4/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320037290602288514" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSRuqIuVYI/AAAAAAAAA_U/-wSXLzn8ri4/s640/7.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Destrucción: el tiempo&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado y collage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destruction: time&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered thread and collage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSQhSYfRZI/AAAAAAAAA-8/ZqCsCc-cqr4/s1600-h/8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="485" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320035961376032146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSQhSYfRZI/AAAAAAAAA-8/ZqCsCc-cqr4/s640/8a.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desarraigo&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado y collage. Vendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rootlessness&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered thread and collage. Sold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSQcoR1kzI/AAAAAAAAA-0/XJH7shc6jc8/s1600-h/9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="468" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320035881354367794" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSQcoR1kzI/AAAAAAAAA-0/XJH7shc6jc8/s640/9a.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; La herida&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado y collage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wound&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered thread and collage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Desarraigo/ Rootlessness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos los espacios de nuestras soledades pasadas, los espacios donde hemos sufrido de la soledad o gozado de ella (…) son imborrables. Esos espacios de soledad son constitutivos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our past solitude spaces, the places where we´ve suffered or enjoyed our solitude, are indelible (...) This solitude spaces are constituent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Gaston Bachelard, &lt;em&gt;La poética del espacio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSF4jYiV4I/AAAAAAAAA-E/H5EEuhMgF5w/s1600-h/10a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320024266448721794" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSF4jYiV4I/AAAAAAAAA-E/H5EEuhMgF5w/s1600/10a.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Fotograma de &lt;em&gt;Desarraigo&lt;/em&gt;, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rootlessness&lt;/em&gt; still, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSFuDaRSSI/AAAAAAAAA98/7QMg1HTe0uQ/s1600-h/11_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320024086067366178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSFuDaRSSI/AAAAAAAAA98/7QMg1HTe0uQ/s640/11_8.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="624" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Fotogramas del proceso, &lt;em&gt;Desarraigo&lt;/em&gt;, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Process stills, &lt;em&gt;Rootlessness&lt;/em&gt;, 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Recorridos de interior&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 78%;"&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Cada uno debería hablar de sus carreteras, sus encrucijadas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;sus bancos. Erigir el catastro de sus campiñas perdidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Each of us should talk about his lanes, crossroads, benches. To draw the map of his lost countrysides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Gaston Bachelard&lt;em&gt;, La poética del espacio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319672283363700786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNFwcNicDI/AAAAAAAAA9k/idz_Hg-PJ2w/s640/12.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infancia&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela, hilo y papel Japonés. 110 x 70 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Childhood&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Watercolor, thread and Japanese paper. 110 x 70 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNFqyQI7iI/AAAAAAAAA9c/O4RKE9PaPE0/s1600-h/12a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="497" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319672186200976930" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNFqyQI7iI/AAAAAAAAA9c/O4RKE9PaPE0/s640/12a.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detalle de &lt;em&gt;Infancia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Childhood&lt;/em&gt; detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNFmtELL_I/AAAAAAAAA9U/cyysWpC4TF4/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319672116089139186" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNFmtELL_I/AAAAAAAAA9U/cyysWpC4TF4/s640/13.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="472" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Pubertad&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela, hilo y papel japonés. 110 x 70 cm. Vendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puberty&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Watercolor, thread and Japanese paper. 110 x 70 cm. Sold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNFgzxbGvI/AAAAAAAAA9M/mcgSI95GWl4/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319672014810323698" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNFgzxbGvI/AAAAAAAAA9M/mcgSI95GWl4/s640/14.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="467" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adolescencia&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela, hilo y papel japonés. 110 x 70 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adolescence&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Watercolor, thread and Japanese paper. 110 x 70 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNEMpubZZI/AAAAAAAAA9E/-nXLEqr2iJA/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319670569004393874" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNEMpubZZI/AAAAAAAAA9E/-nXLEqr2iJA/s640/15.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="479" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Juventud&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela, hilo y papel japonés. 110 x 70 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youth&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Watercolor, thread and Japanese paper. 110 x 70 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNDthQTXaI/AAAAAAAAA88/8IYncSXxl8g/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319670034154610082" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNDthQTXaI/AAAAAAAAA88/8IYncSXxl8g/s640/16.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="471" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vida adulta&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela, hilo bordado y papel japonés. 110 x 70 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adult life&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Watercolor, thread and Japanese paper. 110 x 70 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;LA REVOLUCIÓN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;En mi habitación la cama estaba aquí, el armario allá y en medio la mesa.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que esto me aburrió. Puse entonces la cama allá y el armario aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Durante un tiempo me sentí animado por la novedad. Pero el aburrimiento acabó por volver.&lt;br /&gt;Llegué a la conclusión de que el origen del aburrimiento era la mesa, o mejor dicho, su situación central e inmutable.&lt;br /&gt;Trasladé la mesa allá y la cama en medio. El resultado fue inconformista.&lt;br /&gt;La novedad volvió a animarme, y mientras duró me conformé con la incomodidad inconformista que había causado. Pues sucedió que no podía dormir con la cara vuelta a la pared, lo que siempre había sido mi posición favorita.&lt;br /&gt;Pero al cabo de cierto tiempo la novedad dejó de ser tal y no quedó más que la incomodidad. Así que puse la cama aquí y el armario en medio.&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez el cambio fue radical. Ya que un armario en medio de una habitación es más que inconformista. Es vanguardista.&lt;br /&gt;Pero al cabo de cierto tiempo…Ah, si no fuera por ese “cierto tiempo”. Para ser breve, el armario en medio dejó de parecerme algo nuevo y extraordinario.&lt;br /&gt;Era necesario llevar a cabo una ruptura, tomar una decisión terminante. Si dentro de los límites determinados no es posible ningún cambio verdadero, entonces hay que traspasar dichos límites. Cuando el inconformismo no es suficiente, cuando la vanguardia es ineficaz, hay que hacer una revolución.&lt;br /&gt;Decidí dormir en el armario. Cualquiera que haya intentado dormir en un armario, de pie, sabrá que semejante incomodidad no permite dormir en absoluto, por no hablar de la hinchazón de pies y de los dolores de la columna.&lt;br /&gt;Sí, esa era la decisión correcta. Un éxito, una victoria total. Ya que esta vez “cierto tiempo” también se mostró impotente. Al cabo de cierto tiempo, pues, no sólo no llegué a acostumbrarme al cambio –es decir, el cambio seguía siendo un cambio- sino que, al contrario, cada vez era más consciente de ese cambio, pues el dolor aumentaba a medida que pasaba el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;De modo que todo habría ido perfectamente a no ser por mi capacidad de resistencia física, que resultó tener sus límites. Una noche ya no aguanté más. Salí del armario y me metí en la cama.&lt;br /&gt;Dormí tres días y tres noches de un tirón. Después puse el armario contra la pared y la mesa en medio, porque el armario en medio me molestaba.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora la cama está de nuevo aquí, el armario allá y la mesa en medio. Y cuando me consume el aburrimiento, recuerdo los tiempos en los que fui revolucionario.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Slawomir Mrozeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNBxsNn0CI/AAAAAAAAA8k/ERA8kQhsKAM/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319667906792378402" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNBxsNn0CI/AAAAAAAAA8k/ERA8kQhsKAM/s640/17.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagen de detalle del estudio con los bocetos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detail image. Sketches in the studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Mudos testigos/ Mute witnesses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Los objetos habitan el espacio como personajes en un escenario. Protagonistas de la vida doméstica, en la casa los objetos devienen sujetos. Sujetos inmóviles pese a su condición mueble, su disposición determina la coreografía habitual de la familia. La mesa y el sillón, la silla y la cama determinan el ritmo cotidiano: en sus dimensiones y en su forma están incorporados el cuerpo y sus funciones, la tradición cultural y la voluntad representativa. El mobiliario tiene las medidas del hombre, pero también las de sus sueños (…) en los objetos reside la imaginación y la memoria, los símbolos y el cuerpo: esos objetos inertes están vivos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Objects dwell in the space as personages in a scenario. Major figures of our everyday life, at home, objects become individuals. Motionless individuals, their situation tell us about the family choreography. The table and the armchair, the chair and the bed determine everyday life rythm: in its dimensions and shapes we can see the body and his functions and cultural tradition. Furniture has been done man body´s - measure, but also, his dreams´measure (...) imagination, memory, symbolism and body dwell in the objects: they are alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Luis Fdez. Galiano&lt;em&gt;, El espacio privado. Cinco siglos en veinte palabras&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNAyICLhhI/AAAAAAAAA8c/ddfrX6vRovk/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="390" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319666814748952082" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNAyICLhhI/AAAAAAAAA8c/ddfrX6vRovk/s400/18.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ama y amama&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela y papel japonés. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum and grandma&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Watercolor and Japanese paper. 32 x 32 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNAtFdJh8I/AAAAAAAAA8U/ENB54Kzdxuc/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="399" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319666728157415362" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNAtFdJh8I/AAAAAAAAA8U/ENB54Kzdxuc/s400/19.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Aprendizajes de feminidad&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela y papel japonés. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Femininity learning&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Watercolor and Japanese paper, 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNARTjirRI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vEkq0Xr4u-c/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="399" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319666250905988370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdNARTjirRI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vEkq0Xr4u-c/s400/20.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una adolescencia precoz&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela y papel japonés. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An early adolescence&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Watercolor and Japanese paper. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM__GeRPPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/43QI456ettc/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="384" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319665938156567794" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM__GeRPPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/43QI456ettc/s400/21.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Las raíces torcidas&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela y papel japonés. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bent roots, 2007. Watercolor and Japanese paper. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM_5eWfILI/AAAAAAAAA78/yYyLSkYSTjE/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="398" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319665841487159474" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM_5eWfILI/AAAAAAAAA78/yYyLSkYSTjE/s400/22.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El día después&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela y papel japonés. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day after&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Watercolor and Japanese paper. 32 x 32 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM_zlWocFI/AAAAAAAAA70/MgzIiaYreQc/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319665740287602770" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM_zlWocFI/AAAAAAAAA70/MgzIiaYreQc/s400/23.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La ausencia&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela y papel japonés. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The absence&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Watercolor and Japanese paper. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM_rWRWesI/AAAAAAAAA7s/LwCGp7BOUtk/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319665598799968962" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM_rWRWesI/AAAAAAAAA7s/LwCGp7BOUtk/s400/24.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La costura y la reparación&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela y papel japonés. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stitching and patching&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Watercolor and Japanese paper. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM_mvtDdZI/AAAAAAAAA7k/KBQortLyLNM/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="399" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319665519727703442" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM_mvtDdZI/AAAAAAAAA7k/KBQortLyLNM/s400/26.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Descubriendo la sensualidad&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela y papel japonés. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Discovering sensuality&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Watercolor and Japanese paper. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM-_dcuIAI/AAAAAAAAA7c/rjy0GuyMeGo/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319664844812460034" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM-_dcuIAI/AAAAAAAAA7c/rjy0GuyMeGo/s400/25.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Te espero&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Acuarela y papel japonés. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I´m waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;, 2007. Watercolor on paper and Japanese paper. 32 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;La instalación&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;(de una casa en una casa)/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;The installation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;(of a house in a house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;…El territorio doméstico se extiende como una totalidad inabarcable que intercambia y superpone: habitaciones, diarios, retratos de familia, muebles, el paisaje rural o metropolitano, edificios, calles, publicidad, iconografía postindustrial de consumo…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;...Everyday life territory spreads like an infinite wholeness that changes and overlaps: rooms, diaries, family portraits, furniture, city or countryside sceneries, buildings, streets, advertisements, postindustrial consumer iconography...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Wendy Navarro&lt;em&gt;, Notas de camino a casa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Catálogo Territorio doméstico, Interart 2000, 15º Fira Institut d´Art Valencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319662461920843570" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM80wfFlzI/AAAAAAAAA7E/bAFPWjfc38k/s640/27c.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="314" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detalle de la instalación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Installation detail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM8gIjfWnI/AAAAAAAAA68/m5Pc7PAf9JA/s1600-h/27b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="442" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319662107604507250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdM8gIjfWnI/AAAAAAAAA68/m5Pc7PAf9JA/s640/27b.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Vista general de la instalación en mi propia habitación- estudio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;General view of the installation of the project in my own bed- room- studio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdMzT01BJxI/AAAAAAAAA6k/g_SXklzGXx0/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="488" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319652000546236178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdMzT01BJxI/AAAAAAAAA6k/g_SXklzGXx0/s640/33.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vista de la instalación del mapa bordado y los libros de artista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;View of the embroidered map and the artist books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="561" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319651731420408962" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdMzEKQa7II/AAAAAAAAA6U/wiNF8tUGy_I/s640/31.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detalle del mapa y libro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diego, como un río liberador frente a los&lt;/em&gt; faux amis &lt;em&gt;(falsos amigos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detail. Map and book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdMy14LRNSI/AAAAAAAAA6M/n0mDE-jl2FA/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="592" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319651486048793890" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdMy14LRNSI/AAAAAAAAA6M/n0mDE-jl2FA/s640/32.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detalle del mapa bordado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tres mares bañan la simbólica isla de mi vida: el de la extrañeza, la melancolía y la ausencia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detail of the embroidered map.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three seas bathe the symbolic island of my life: strangeness, melancoly and absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdMyGohEt0I/AAAAAAAAA6E/6fKS7AjPciE/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319650674391430978" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdMyGohEt0I/AAAAAAAAA6E/6fKS7AjPciE/s1600/29.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detalle de la instalación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Los libros- casa muestran más puertas o ventanas en función de su publicidad o privacidad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Installation detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;House- books show more or less windows or doors depending on their publicity or privacity level.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdMxVIa2uKI/AAAAAAAAA5c/-SM92rEbciI/s1600-h/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="442" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319649823961823394" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdMxVIa2uKI/AAAAAAAAA5c/-SM92rEbciI/s640/34.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detalle. Cosiendo un libro de artista con hilo dorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detail. Sewing an artist book with golden thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1603618584895709612-705708593347972939?l=anita-ceballos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/feeds/705708593347972939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1603618584895709612&amp;postID=705708593347972939' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/705708593347972939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/705708593347972939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/2009/04/cartografia-del-desarraigo.html' title='Cartografía del desarraigo/ Rootlessness cartography'/><author><name>Anita Ceballos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03231339403837290759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldU1n0wr7rM/TWFhnqPFSbI/AAAAAAAAB8A/IeA117P_vA4/s220/Escanear0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdSTo5QmUCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_OHqdxof1Xg/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603618584895709612.post-4072674679150948621</id><published>2009-04-01T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:25:52.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frente al espejo/ Facing the mirror'/><title type='text'>Frente al espejo/ Facing the mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5jMi808WI/AAAAAAAABPY/anywudcPf2k/s1600-h/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; Serie Retrato hablado/ Talked portrait &lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La serie Retrato hablado, parte de una propuesta llevada a cabo en la UAM de Santiago de Chile, en la que se propone a diversos artistas realizar un "retrato" a partir de un texto. En el mismo, se describe la relación entre un artista y su modelo, desde que ésta se quita su bata, se recuesta en un sofá, y posa para el artista. Buscando encontrar las similaritudes y diferencias que mostrarían los diversos creadores basándose en un mismo relato, se vertebró la muestra Retrato hablado, el pasado mes de junio de 2008, en la Sala Nemesio Antunez de la Universidad de Santiago de Chile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Formando hoy parte de los fondos del Museo de Arte Contemporáneo de Santiago, en mi caso, me utilicé a mí misma de modelo, y es por ello que incluyo esta serie en este apartado dedicado al autorretrato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5hN3ENA8I/AAAAAAAABPQ/WAXRcx3YFA0/s1600-h/tres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="464" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340813098855760834" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5hN3ENA8I/AAAAAAAABPQ/WAXRcx3YFA0/s640/tres.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 1&lt;/em&gt;. 2008, Tinta y lápiz sobre papel. 24 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1&lt;/em&gt;.2008, Ink and color pencils on paper. 24 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5gu3EUzBI/AAAAAAAABPI/VLPjvouJYuE/s1600-h/anne1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="465" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340812566280326162" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5gu3EUzBI/AAAAAAAABPI/VLPjvouJYuE/s640/anne1.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt;, 2008. Tinta y lápices de colore sobre papel. 24 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt;, 2008. Ink and color pencils on paper. 24 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5YRuLqDtI/AAAAAAAABOw/UUwguaK8VfQ/s1600-h/dos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="466" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340803269585931986" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5YRuLqDtI/AAAAAAAABOw/UUwguaK8VfQ/s640/dos.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt;, 2008. Tinta y lápices de colores sobre papel. 24 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt;, 2008. Ink and color pencils on paper. 24 x 32 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 85%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Serie Autorretrato- auto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;remiendos/&lt;/em&gt; Self- portrait&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;self&lt;em&gt;-patches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5XqW7yQOI/AAAAAAAABOo/-QMBAzt4Dhk/s1600-h/dos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5NpDCPJHI/AAAAAAAABOY/Gp6BRedjCCU/s1600-h/IMG_1773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340791575692649586" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5NpDCPJHI/AAAAAAAABOY/Gp6BRedjCCU/s640/IMG_1773.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="499" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boceto, 2006. Plumilla sobre papel. 12 x 6 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sketch, 2006. Ink on paper. 12 x 6 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5Nk0GxWkI/AAAAAAAABOQ/AIubMrVgXv8/s1600-h/IMG_1768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="497" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340791502965660226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5Nk0GxWkI/AAAAAAAABOQ/AIubMrVgXv8/s640/IMG_1768.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Boceto, 2006. Plumilla sobre papel. 8 x 10 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sketch, 2006. Ink on paper. 8 x 10 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5Nd_LvgwI/AAAAAAAABOI/-h1uX_ccJg4/s1600-h/int.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="624" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340791385680216834" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5Nd_LvgwI/AAAAAAAABOI/-h1uX_ccJg4/s640/int.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boceto, 2006. Plumilla sobre papel. 10 x 10 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Sketch, 2006. Ink on paper. 10 x 10 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5NOgXt4zI/AAAAAAAABN4/bQbJx7_oB84/s1600-h/IMG_1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="473" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340791119710905138" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5NOgXt4zI/AAAAAAAABN4/bQbJx7_oB84/s640/IMG_1772.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Boceto, 2006. Plumilla sobre papel. 8 x 10 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sketch, 2006. Ink on paper. 8 x 10 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5L_aBoD0I/AAAAAAAABNg/2P8r2tGU0X8/s1600-h/mecoso+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340789760797970242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5L_aBoD0I/AAAAAAAABNg/2P8r2tGU0X8/s400/mecoso+copy.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remiendos II&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado. 28 x 28 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patches II&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered canvas, 28 x 28 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5Kl2YdSmI/AAAAAAAABNI/_yIEmZLweG4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="357" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340788222221699682" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5Kl2YdSmI/AAAAAAAABNI/_yIEmZLweG4/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Remendando el corazón&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado en bastidor. 30x 30 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patching my heart&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered thread. 30 x 30 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh2RNrwNRPI/AAAAAAAABMo/_KxhMokOo9o/s1600-h/IMG_3767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340584397400524018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh2RNrwNRPI/AAAAAAAABMo/_KxhMokOo9o/s400/IMG_3767.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remiendos I&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado. 27 x 25 cm. Vendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patches I&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered canvas. 27 x 25 cm. Sold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh2RInldjyI/AAAAAAAABMg/LWUzrydaLUc/s1600-h/hacia+delante+hacia+atr%C3%A1s+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="346" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340584310382366498" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh2RInldjyI/AAAAAAAABMg/LWUzrydaLUc/s640/hacia+delante+hacia+atr%C3%A1s+copy.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Dualidades. Pasado/futuro&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado. 27 x 50 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dualities. Past/ future&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered canvas. 27 x 50 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh2RDmnTbOI/AAAAAAAABMY/1AuhmtK2KuQ/s1600-h/t%C3%ADmida+coqueta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340584224222309602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh2RDmnTbOI/AAAAAAAABMY/1AuhmtK2KuQ/s640/t%C3%ADmida+coqueta.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Dualidades. Tímida/ seductora&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado. 55 x 25 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dualities. Shy/ seductive&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered canvas. 55 x 25 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfI5i4JDIQI/AAAAAAAABD8/uWpQ73ELOb0/s1600-h/autorretrato+1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Serie &lt;em&gt;Femme fatale &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings; font-size: 85%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aunque el término de femme fatale no se acuña hasta finales del siglo XIX, esta figura forma parte del imaginario colectivo desde los comienzos de la historia. Oculta bajo el disfraz de personajes mitológicos o bíblicos, la idea de la mujer como ser “amenazador” y “desestabilizante” para el orden masculino, nos es presentada continuamente. Desde la mitología griega o la tradición judeo-cristiana –pilares ambas de nuestro pensamiento occidental- surgen figuras como las de Eva o Pandora, primeras mujeres que poblaron la tierra, y desencadenantes de todos los males que nos habrían de sobrevenir.&lt;br /&gt;En las diferentes revisiones de la historia que se vienen haciendo en los últimos años, hay quien ha afirmado que muchas de estas mujeres que la historia se ha encargado de rebautizar con el sobrenombre de fatales, no han sido más que mujeres que buscaban un resquicio de libertad y autonomía. Demonizadas por los grandes relatos, de heroínas han pasado a ser vistas como villanas, traidoras o impostoras. Este doble juego llega a su cima en el arte de finales del XIX, donde ésta idea de maldad es asociada a la de erotismo, creando la figura de la &lt;em&gt;femme fatale&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, en mi trabajo pretendo representar a estas mujeres desde otra óptica, eliminando el elemento carnal, y retratándolas a través de objetos, - a veces domésticos, universo de lo femenino por excelencia-. Así he utilizado materiales y una técnica – la costura-, propias de lo que históricamente se ha asociado a lo femenino, buscando un tipo de representación diferente. Los tejidos de tapicería, tienen claras connotaciones con el hogar, con ese ámbito cerrado en el que a lo largo de los siglos se han recluido las mujeres; y la costura es la actividad lenta y parsimoniosa a la que se han dedicado en la esfera de lo privado. Por otra parte los objetos – unas tijeras, una caja, una bandeja – muestran un aspecto envejecido, antiguo como las historias de las que hablan, historias sin embargo que se mantienen en nuestra mente aún – revisadas por la publicidad o por artistas contemporáneos-. Objetos que encontramos en cualquier casa, y que en conjunción con otros elementos, me permiten re- elaborar estos relatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfI3belVtGI/AAAAAAAABD0/tIDCkC6eFZo/s1600-h/salome+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328382254338389090" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfI3belVtGI/AAAAAAAABD0/tIDCkC6eFZo/s400/salome+copy.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salomé&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado y collage. 28 x 28 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salome&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered thread and collage. 28 x 28 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfI3F0KmtEI/AAAAAAAABDs/Bxyuv2ObUL8/s1600-h/pandora+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328381882174714946" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfI3F0KmtEI/AAAAAAAABDs/Bxyuv2ObUL8/s400/pandora+copy.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Pandora&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado y collage. 28 x 28 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pandora&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered thread and collage. 28 x 28 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfI2t69CxEI/AAAAAAAABDk/pkB4Hw9TArg/s1600-h/circe+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="378" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328381471680021570" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfI2t69CxEI/AAAAAAAABDk/pkB4Hw9TArg/s400/circe+copy.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Circe&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado y collage. 28 x 28 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Circe&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered thread and collage. 28 x 28 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfI1jDVM_CI/AAAAAAAABDc/I5EIW7OvJaY/s1600-h/dalila+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="382" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328380185438649378" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfI1jDVM_CI/AAAAAAAABDc/I5EIW7OvJaY/s400/dalila+copy.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalila&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado y collage. 28 x 28 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delilah&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered thread and collage. 28 x 28 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfI1JBxy-lI/AAAAAAAABDU/X0lzEuf1BOA/s1600-h/eva+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328379738345110098" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SfI1JBxy-lI/AAAAAAAABDU/X0lzEuf1BOA/s400/eva+copy.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eva&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Hilo bordado y collage. 28 x 28 cm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eve&lt;/em&gt;, 2006. Embroidered thread and collage. 28 x 28 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Although the concept of &lt;em&gt;femme fatale&lt;/em&gt; isn´t coined till the end of the 19th century, this figure is part of our collective imaginary since the beginning of times. Hidden under the disguise of mythological or biblical personnages, the idea of woman as a "threatening" and "destabilizing" being for masculine order, is continually shown. Figurea as Eve or Pandora emerge from Greek mythology and Judeo- Christian values, as the first women who inhabited the Earth, and as responsibles of all the &lt;em&gt;evil&lt;/em&gt; will have to suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;According to some recent researchs and interpretations, these women that history has baptized as &lt;em&gt;fatales&lt;/em&gt;, have been nothing but women in search of some freedom and autonomy. &lt;em&gt;Demonized&lt;/em&gt; by history, from heroines they´ve passed to be considered villains, traitors or impostors. When in 19th century this idea is linked to eroticism, the &lt;em&gt;femme fatale&lt;/em&gt; is born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;However, in my work, I´ve tried to represent these women under another point of view, eliminating the sexual element, and portraying them through objects - mainly domestic objects, referring to the feminine universe-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1603618584895709612-4072674679150948621?l=anita-ceballos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/feeds/4072674679150948621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1603618584895709612&amp;postID=4072674679150948621' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/4072674679150948621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/4072674679150948621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/2009/04/frente-al-espejo.html' title='Frente al espejo/ Facing the mirror'/><author><name>Anita Ceballos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03231339403837290759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldU1n0wr7rM/TWFhnqPFSbI/AAAAAAAAB8A/IeA117P_vA4/s220/Escanear0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh5hN3ENA8I/AAAAAAAABPQ/WAXRcx3YFA0/s72-c/tres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603618584895709612.post-821715234670732772</id><published>2009-03-31T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:31:28.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La piel intermedia/ The intermediate skin'/><title type='text'>La piel intermedia/ The intermediate skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sei3Iz1J7PI/AAAAAAAABBM/C-9iPjPajqM/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La ropa se adhiere al cuerpo y es, por ende, su doble y su metáfora. Habla elocuentemente de aquello que envuelve pero también sirve para eludirlo o escamotearlo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The clothes stick to the body and are, therefore, their double and metaphor. They talk eloquently of what they cover, but they hide it at the same time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Comenzando por una serie de zapatos que realicé para un retrato de mi madre –que tiene cientos-; comencé a interesarme por la indumentaria, y por cómo ésta podía definir a sus portadores en su ausencia. En mi constante labor de autorretratarme, pasé de los zapatos de mi madre al vestido de mi infancia, y de ahí al de mi abuela, para volver después a las múltiples definiciones de las tres: mi madre, mi abuela y yo. Sin embargo, no se trataban de representaciones aisladas y cerradas, indescifrables por un ojo ajeno, sino que contaban la historia de unas mujeres, que podían ser cualquier otras. Así pasaba de lo particular a lo general, y de lo íntimo, a lo público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;So, we could define the clothes as a mask that hides and shows at the same time, giving us some clues about its bearer...but also as a second skin that often, instead of protecting, imprisiones us. Therefore, there is a communication but also an individuation. Our clothes talk about ourselves, but we hide behind them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;My interest in clothing started when I tryed to portray my mother through her shoes, realizing how clothes define their bearer in his/her absence. And, in my constant work of self- portrait, I went from my mother´s shoes to my childhood dress; and from there to my grandma´s, finally trying to define the family: my grandmother, my mother and me. However, they were not isolated representations, indecipherable by an foreign eye, but the story of three women which could be any other else. This way I passed from the particular to the general, and from the intimate to the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Los zapatos de mi madre/ My mother´s shoes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKLi-lBNFI/AAAAAAAAA4s/EU9RgfM7RsM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="503" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319467542908056658" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKLi-lBNFI/AAAAAAAAA4s/EU9RgfM7RsM/s640/1.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La soñadora&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Aguafuerte y aguantinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dreamer&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Etching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKLdfmvsfI/AAAAAAAAA4k/BHewehmnyG0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="525" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319467448694452722" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKLdfmvsfI/AAAAAAAAA4k/BHewehmnyG0/s640/2.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La señorita&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Aguafuerte y aguatinta. 22 x 17 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The miss&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Etching. 22 x 17 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKLX5Iw-6I/AAAAAAAAA4c/8Mid1YnxjR8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="519" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319467352468814754" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKLX5Iw-6I/AAAAAAAAA4c/8Mid1YnxjR8/s640/3.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; La niña&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Aguafuerte y aguatinta. 22 x 17 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Etching. 22 x 17 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="505" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319467263896194002" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKLSvLaC9I/AAAAAAAAA4U/MP8OKpK9k1I/s640/4.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La jardinera&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Aguafuerte y aguatinta.&lt;/span&gt; 22 x 17 cm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The gardener&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Etching. 22 x 17 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319464338113719730" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKIobygbbI/AAAAAAAAA4E/SQkOqKUZ4ms/s1600/5.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La loca&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Óleo sobre lienzo.&lt;/span&gt; 77 x 60 cm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mad woman&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Oil on canvas. 77 x 60 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="255" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319464234633728994" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKIiaS9E-I/AAAAAAAAA38/B_Vkisu9bZ0/s640/6.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La niña princesa&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Óleo sobre lienzo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 55 x 24 cm. Vendido &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The princess girl&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Oil on canvas. 55 x 24 cm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Un trozo de vestido es un ejercicio de memoria. Me incita a explorar el pasado, ¿qué sentía cuando los llevaba? Los vestidos son como paneles indicadores en la búsqueda del pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;A piece of dress is like a memory exercise. It incites me to explore the past, what did I feel when I wore them? Dresses are like indicator panels in our past´s search.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Louise Bourgeois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319464101125114914" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKIao8BTCI/AAAAAAAAA30/S2ycyUpGBZw/s640/7.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="504" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El refugio o la prisión&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Textil e hilo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shelter or the prison&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Cloth and thread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 85%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hasta que un día tuve la idea de sustituir el pincel por la aguja y el hilo: eran los instrumentos de las mujeres por excelencia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;...then once, I had the idea of changing the brush by the needle and the thread: they were women´s means par excellence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ghada Amer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319463938176599234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKIRJ6ERMI/AAAAAAAAA3s/7K9UW_jY_qA/s1600/8.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La tejedora&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Tintas sobre papel. 100 x 70 cm. Vendido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The weaver&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Inks on paper. 100 x 70 cm: Sold out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319463803960780770" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKIJV6hZ-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/aLOpKL5fGnQ/s1600/9.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tempus fugit&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Textil e hilo.&lt;/span&gt; 24 x 20 cm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tempus fugit&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Cloth and thread. 24 x 20 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319463698928353490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKIDOo1wNI/AAAAAAAAA3c/rNVT4myxntU/s1600/10.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La casa sobre el vestido&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Hilo sobre textil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 24 x 20 cm. Vendido &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The house over the dress&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Thread sewed on canvas. 24 x 20 cm. Sold out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319463233045527826" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKHoHFt_RI/AAAAAAAAA3U/t7VhhaEgSxg/s640/11.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="429" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medidas inalcanzables&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Textil, cinta métrica, alfileres.&lt;/span&gt; 24 x 20 cm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unattainable measures&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Cloth, pins.24 x 20 cm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319463119909951554" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKHhhoGGEI/AAAAAAAAA3M/GccOwreZJY0/s640/12.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="499" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Niña perdida&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Textil y lana.25x 20 cm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost girl&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Cloth and wool. 25 x 20 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKHcWhGo1I/AAAAAAAAA3E/F8v4pXeVUv4/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319463031028491090" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKHcWhGo1I/AAAAAAAAA3E/F8v4pXeVUv4/s1600/13.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; La princesa&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Textil e hilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The princess&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Cloth and thread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKHYcs5q1I/AAAAAAAAA28/HvJHaibtDbA/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="372" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319462963969108818" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKHYcs5q1I/AAAAAAAAA28/HvJHaibtDbA/s640/14.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Modelos de mujer&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Tul, papel y alfileres. 23 x 50 cm. Vendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Women exemplary (virgin, mother, bitch)&lt;/em&gt;, 2003. Tulle, paper and pins. 23 x 50 cm. Sold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKHHLOR47I/AAAAAAAAA20/-JycXu8h7-Q/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319462667219493810" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKHHLOR47I/AAAAAAAAA20/-JycXu8h7-Q/s1600/15.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; La encerrada: labores del hogar&lt;/em&gt;, 2004. Arpillera, juguetes e hilo. 50 x 50 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The imprisioned one: housework&lt;/em&gt;, 2004. Sacking,toys and thread. 50 x 50 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKHB1TQ_II/AAAAAAAAA2s/opChkOf3Wu0/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319462575435480194" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKHB1TQ_II/AAAAAAAAA2s/opChkOf3Wu0/s1600/16.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; La acomodada&lt;/em&gt;, 2004. Cartón, textil e hilo. 20 x 12 x 12 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The well- off one&lt;/em&gt;, 2004. Cardborad, cloth and thread. 20 x 12 x 12 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKG9owarbI/AAAAAAAAA2k/LHi0up0z8C4/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319462503348612530" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKG9owarbI/AAAAAAAAA2k/LHi0up0z8C4/s1600/17.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; La encorsetada&lt;/em&gt;, 2004. Hilo bordado y tul.50 x 50 cm. Vendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corset woman&lt;/em&gt;, 2004. Sewed thread and tulle. 50 x 50 cm. Sold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKG5IYJYQI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2B-yblWMpaw/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319462425937404162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKG5IYJYQI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2B-yblWMpaw/s1600/18.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; La aparente&lt;/em&gt;, 2004. Cartón, terciopelo y alambre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shown-off one&lt;/em&gt;, 2004. Cardboard, velvet and wire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKGypR1cCI/AAAAAAAAA2U/MCghNOWpHP4/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319462314510217250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKGypR1cCI/AAAAAAAAA2U/MCghNOWpHP4/s1600/19.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I´m your man&lt;/em&gt;. Quimeras, I. 2005. Transfer e hilo bordado.24 x 20 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I´m your man&lt;/em&gt;. Chimaeras, I. Transfer and sewed thread. 24 x 20 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKGt6dh6sI/AAAAAAAAA2M/O_LMqAD8h0I/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319462233223326402" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKGt6dh6sI/AAAAAAAAA2M/O_LMqAD8h0I/s1600/20.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor eterno&lt;/em&gt;, Quimeras II. 2005. Textil, tul e hilo. 24 x 20 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever love&lt;/em&gt;, Chimaeras II. Cloth, tulle and thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;. 24 x 20 cm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKGZGxwCzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/6kSyZjPyvCI/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319461875752110898" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKGZGxwCzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/6kSyZjPyvCI/s1600/21.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Te quiero&lt;/em&gt;, Quimeras III. 2005. Transfer e hilo bordado. 24 x 20 cm. Vendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;, Chimaeras III. 2005. Transfer and sewed thread. 24 x 20 cm. Sold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKGR-TGXRI/AAAAAAAAA18/UU3iH3KjnVM/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="347" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319461753216982290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKGR-TGXRI/AAAAAAAAA18/UU3iH3KjnVM/s640/22.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pequeño bestiario o retrato fa&lt;/em&gt;miliar, 2005. Textil, collage, hilo. Vendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little bestiary or family portrait&lt;/em&gt;, 2005. Cloth, collage and thread. Sold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por tanto, podríamos definir la ropa como una máscara, que oculta a la vez que muestra, y que nos da una serie de claves para interpretar a su portador/a… pero también la podemos entender como una segunda piel que, a menudo, en vez de protegernos, nos aísla y encierra. Por tanto, se crea una comunicación, a la vez que una individuación. Nuestra ropa habla por nosotros, pero nosotros nos escondemos tras ella, nos confinamos…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1603618584895709612-821715234670732772?l=anita-ceballos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/feeds/821715234670732772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1603618584895709612&amp;postID=821715234670732772' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/821715234670732772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/821715234670732772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-piel-intermedia-intermediate-skin_31.html' title='La piel intermedia/ The intermediate skin'/><author><name>Anita Ceballos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03231339403837290759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldU1n0wr7rM/TWFhnqPFSbI/AAAAAAAAB8A/IeA117P_vA4/s220/Escanear0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKLi-lBNFI/AAAAAAAAA4s/EU9RgfM7RsM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603618584895709612.post-3793840729331272599</id><published>2009-03-31T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:36:22.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Registros cotidianos/ Everyday traces'/><title type='text'>Registros cotidianos/ Everyday traces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLhqRxb0n58/TWFmb5iytaI/AAAAAAAAB84/fXWWeGB4j-c/s1600/Escanear0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="626" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575850443150636450" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLhqRxb0n58/TWFmb5iytaI/AAAAAAAAB84/fXWWeGB4j-c/s640/Escanear0015.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SmxKtuAfkJI/AAAAAAAABTI/TlTPFVU7RB0/s1600-h/expectations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362743405596086418" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SmxKtuAfkJI/AAAAAAAABTI/TlTPFVU7RB0/s640/expectations.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh7TGRj-SGI/AAAAAAAABPw/CqhrwN6XaPM/s1600-h/mis+zapatitos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340938312854947938" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh7TGRj-SGI/AAAAAAAABPw/CqhrwN6XaPM/s640/mis+zapatitos.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Mis zapatos&lt;/em&gt;, 2004. Cuaderno rojo. Acuarela líquida y lápices de colores. 22 x 18 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My shoes&lt;/em&gt;, 2004. Red notebook. Watercolor and color pencils. 22 x 18 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh7S_9kbhyI/AAAAAAAABPo/6nXVmMXngZQ/s1600-h/tintas+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340938204408940322" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh7S_9kbhyI/AAAAAAAABPo/6nXVmMXngZQ/s640/tintas+4.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vestigios familiares&lt;/em&gt;, 2005. Acuarela líquida sobre papel. 22 x 18 cm. Vendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family traces&lt;/em&gt;, 2005. Watercolor on paper. 22 x 18 cm. Sold out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh7S6N2TMpI/AAAAAAAABPg/THZoYrLbJrc/s1600-h/tintas+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340938105699644050" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/Sh7S6N2TMpI/AAAAAAAABPg/THZoYrLbJrc/s640/tintas+5.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vestigios familiares&lt;/em&gt;, 2005. Acuarela líquida sobre papel. 22 x 19 cm. Vendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family traces&lt;/em&gt;, 2005. Watercolor on paper. 22 x 19 cm. Sold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKFhzole3I/AAAAAAAAA10/hSwvQehzYvc/s1600-h/tintas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319460925720591218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdKFhzole3I/AAAAAAAAA10/hSwvQehzYvc/s1600/tintas+2.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vestigios familiares&lt;/em&gt;, 2005. Acuarela líquida sobre papel. 19 x 24 cm. Vendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family traces&lt;/em&gt;, 2005. Watercolor on paper. 19 x 24 cm. Sold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para mí, el dibujo es una especie de diario. Día a día, digo a través de los dibujos lo que no soy capaz de explicarme con palabras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For me, drawing is like some kind of diary. Everyday, I say through drawing what I´m not able to explain through words.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Louise Bourgeois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1603618584895709612-3793840729331272599?l=anita-ceballos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/feeds/3793840729331272599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1603618584895709612&amp;postID=3793840729331272599' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/3793840729331272599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/3793840729331272599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/2009/03/registros-cotidianos-everyday-traces.html' title='Registros cotidianos/ Everyday traces'/><author><name>Anita Ceballos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03231339403837290759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldU1n0wr7rM/TWFhnqPFSbI/AAAAAAAAB8A/IeA117P_vA4/s220/Escanear0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLhqRxb0n58/TWFmb5iytaI/AAAAAAAAB84/fXWWeGB4j-c/s72-c/Escanear0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603618584895709612.post-1126714543503650257</id><published>2009-03-12T03:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:03:56.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los orígenes/ the seeds'/><title type='text'>Los orígenes/ The seeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJijAKKulI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Ec6mT6k0D1Q/s1600-h/1gris.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El autorretrato, el dibujo y el rojo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Si miro hacia el principio, hacia esas metafóricas semillas u orígenes que son mis primeros dibujos, encuentro en ellos esas tres variables, que a lo largo de los años, variando técnicas y estilos, siguen presentes. Es por ello que he decidido mostrar aquí estas primeras obras, que acumulan polvo archivadas en carpetas, pues, ya desde el principio, mi autocrítica las condenó; para mirarlas ahora, tras el paso de los años, desde otro prisma. Ahí está la tejedora, remendando y cosiéndose al mundo; las mil caras que intentan atrapar los primeros autorretratos; los símbolos y los objetos del bestiario; el rojo como vida, dolor y esperanza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Self- portrait, drawing and red. If I have a look back to the beginnings, to those metaphorical "seeds" which are my first drawings, I found these three ideas which can still be found in my present -day artworks. That´s why I´ve decided to show them here, while they rest in old portfolios - condemned by my first glance-;  to have a new look over them, seen under a different perspective. There it is the weaver, stitching and patching herself to the world; the thousands of faces tried to be caught in the selfportraits; the symbols and objects in the bestiary; and red as a symbol of life, pain and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Moi, je suis une autre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Blanco y negro. Plumilla y tinta. Una artista primeriza utiliza el dibujo para hablar de todo aquello que le inquieta y atormenta mientras habita un pequeño pueblo de veraneo desierto. La soledad, la incomprensión, los múltiples yos que le habitan, y el choque con el mundo circundante; que ante su extrema sensibilidad le recomiendan se construya una coraza. El arte será su coraza, y es éste el momento en el que lo descubre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Black and white. Ink and nib. A beginner artist talks through drawing about all her interests and fears while living in a desert holiday village. Solitude, lack of understanding, the multiple mes inside herself, and the crash with the surrounding world; which recommends her to create a cuirasse to protect her extreme sensitivity. At this point, she´ll understand her art will be her only cuirasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJcl6U2nfI/AAAAAAAAA1c/eH8WpE7z_2E/s1600-h/1gris+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319415916259614194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJcl6U2nfI/AAAAAAAAA1c/eH8WpE7z_2E/s320/1gris+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Rota&lt;/em&gt;, 2001. Tinta sobre papel. 21 x 30 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken&lt;/em&gt;, 2001. Ink on paper. 21 x 30 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJcg6NuqMI/AAAAAAAAA1U/UTA8okq8Vak/s1600-h/1gris+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319415830330386626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJcg6NuqMI/AAAAAAAAA1U/UTA8okq8Vak/s320/1gris+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Remiendos&lt;/em&gt;, 2001. Tinta sobre papel. 30 x 21 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stitches&lt;/em&gt;, 2001. Ink on paper. 30 x 21 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJcbqcy4BI/AAAAAAAAA1M/YUQIaptMYrs/s1600-h/1gris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319415740199264274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJcbqcy4BI/AAAAAAAAA1M/YUQIaptMYrs/s320/1gris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Incomunicación&lt;/em&gt;, 2001. Tinta sobre papel. 21 x 30 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incommunication&lt;/em&gt;, 2001. Ink on paper. 21 x 30 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJcSLWtcQI/AAAAAAAAA1E/HYffOFh_5dk/s1600-h/1gris+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319415577233420546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJcSLWtcQI/AAAAAAAAA1E/HYffOFh_5dk/s320/1gris+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sus muros&lt;/em&gt;, 2001. Acuarela sobre papel. 21 x 30 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their walls&lt;/em&gt;, 2001. Watercolor on paper. 21 x 30 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJcLuqMCAI/AAAAAAAAA08/OEEkqhrO9l0/s1600-h/1gris+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319415466451273730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJcLuqMCAI/AAAAAAAAA08/OEEkqhrO9l0/s320/1gris+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hazte fuerte&lt;/em&gt;, 2001. Tinta y acuarela sobre papel. 30 x 21 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be strong!,&lt;/em&gt; 2001.Ink and watercolor on paper. 30 x 21 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;El libro rojo/ The Red book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Rojo es sangre, por tanto, dolor y vida. Vida y dolor, ambas caras de la misma moneda, no deben ser entendidas como antagónicos. La experiencia adquirida a través del paso de los años, los tropiezos y dolores que a veces ésta acarrea, y cómo este proceso nos lleva al conocimiento de nosotros mismos, son algunos de los temas tratados en el Libro Rojo. Es por tanto un libro que abre una puerta a la esperanza, -frente a la serie de aguadas grises anteriores- y que marca el comienzo de una constante en mi obra: el uso del rojo como símbolo vital, entendido desde su mayor capacidad conceptual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Red is color of blood, thereby, the color of pain and life. Life and pain, both sides of the same coin, cannot be understood as antagonists. The experience gained as years pass, the obstacles and griefs related to it, and how this process lead us to a best knowledge of ourselves, are some of the subjects related in the Red Book. So it´s a book opening a door for hope, -if we compare it with the gray serie done before- and also it will be the beginning of a constant feature in my artwork: the use of the color red as a life symbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJWzrxI1ZI/AAAAAAAAA00/eUOyuARjDyk/s1600-h/1rojo+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319409555800118674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJWzrxI1ZI/AAAAAAAAA00/eUOyuARjDyk/s320/1rojo+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt; A vueltas con mi cabeza. El libro rojo, 2002. Tinta sobre papel. Medidas variables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;¿?. The Red book, 2002. Ink on paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJWtlCV8XI/AAAAAAAAA0s/kTP656-3LR8/s1600-h/1rojo+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319409450914017650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJWtlCV8XI/AAAAAAAAA0s/kTP656-3LR8/s320/1rojo+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El corazón, un mecanismo estropeado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. El libro rojo, 2002. Tinta sobre papel. Medidas variables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heart, a broken mechanism&lt;/em&gt;. The Red book, 2002. Ink on paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJWmgtv0hI/AAAAAAAAA0k/emt_wd4XM0I/s1600-h/1rojo+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319409329494807058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJWmgtv0hI/AAAAAAAAA0k/emt_wd4XM0I/s320/1rojo+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi cuerpo, receptáculo para lo nuevo&lt;/em&gt;. El libro rojo, 2002. Tinta en papel. Medidas variables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My body, a receptacle for the new&lt;/em&gt;. The Red book, 2002. Ink on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJUfRdKWOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/wU6DUbuqGdc/s1600-h/1rojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319407006116370658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJUfRdKWOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/wU6DUbuqGdc/s320/1rojo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y de los ángeles de la guarda, ¿prescindimos?.&lt;/em&gt; El libro rojo, 2002. Tinta sobre papel. Medidas variables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;¿? The Red book, 2002. Ink on paper. ¿?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;n &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Bestiario/ Bestiary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Los bestiarios, surgidos en la época medieval, eran compilaciones de todo tipo de seres fantásticos, creados en una época de gran simbolismo y misticismo. Mezclando las partes de diversos animales o seres humanos, estas creaciones a menudo antropomorfas, trataban de atemorizar a los fieles, ante el miedo a la llegada del Apocalipsis.&lt;br /&gt;Los bestiarios permiten a los artistas crear un amplio repertorio de personajes, los cuales, como si formasen parte de un collage o un cadaver- exquisito -una forma de dibujo automático ideada por los surrealistas-, son diversos seres encarnados en uno sólo. Es por ello que muchos artistas de diversas épocas han encontrado en el bestiario un estímulo a la creación.&lt;br /&gt;En mi caso, y dada mi tendencia a interesarme siempre por mi entorno más cercano, las supuestas "bestias" representadas no son otras sino algunas de las personas más importantes para mí en aquel momento, representadas a través de simbólicos objetos y partes de animales y figuras, que pretenden crear un retrato psicológico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestiaries emerged during Middle Ages - a very symbolic and mystical period-, as compilations of all kind of fantastic criatures. Sometimes anthropomorphic, these beings  made from parts of different animals and objects, became strange creatures that scared people before the arrival of the Apocalipsis.&lt;br /&gt;Bestiaries have always been an stimulus for artist, that have found on them a way to create an interesting personage repertory. Through collage, painting or &lt;em&gt;cadavre- exquisit&lt;/em&gt; - a particular way of mechanic drawing created by the Surrealist artists- different creatures are embodied in just one. That´s why artists have always found bestiaries so interesting and encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;In my case, and due to my tendency to represent my closest environment, the supposed "beasts" are just some of the most important people in my life -parents, friends, couple-, who, represented through the mixture of animals and objects, try to be some kind of psycological portrait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJS8jA-JwI/AAAAAAAAA0U/-XXZRokR8DI/s1600-h/1tbestiary+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319405310022919938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJS8jA-JwI/AAAAAAAAA0U/-XXZRokR8DI/s320/1tbestiary+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Papá. Proyecto Bestiario, 2003. Plumilla sobre papel. 50 x 25 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Dad. Bestiary project, 2003. Ink on paper. 50 x 25 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJSTRm10XI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Y0MKOvc9H0k/s1600-h/1tbestiary+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319404600975282546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJSTRm10XI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Y0MKOvc9H0k/s320/1tbestiary+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Ama. Proyecto Bestiario, 2003. Plumilla sobre papel. 50 x 25 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Mum. Bestiary project, 2003. Ink on paper. 50 x 25 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJRv3T84kI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fUuILLqtZLQ/s1600-h/1tbestiary+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319403992621310530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJRv3T84kI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fUuILLqtZLQ/s320/1tbestiary+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Autorretrato. Proyecto Bestiario, 2003. Plumilla sobre papel.50 x 25 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Self- portrait. Bestiary project, 2003. Ink on paper. 50 x 25 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJQ9AFqOWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/MuwPOCESXBU/s1600-h/1tbestiary+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319403118803958114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJQ9AFqOWI/AAAAAAAAAz8/MuwPOCESXBU/s320/1tbestiary+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Jose. Proyecto Bestiario, 2003. Plumilla sobre papel. 50 x 25cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Jose. Bestiary project, 2003. Ink on paper. 50 x 25 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJPxS9IhbI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1Znt724jMPc/s1600-h/1tbestiary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319401818198410674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJPxS9IhbI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1Znt724jMPc/s320/1tbestiary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cova. Proyecto Bestiario, 2003. Plumilla sobre papel. 50 x 25 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Cova. Bestiary project, 2003. Ink on paper. 50 x 25 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1603618584895709612-1126714543503650257?l=anita-ceballos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/feeds/1126714543503650257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1603618584895709612&amp;postID=1126714543503650257' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/1126714543503650257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1603618584895709612/posts/default/1126714543503650257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anita-ceballos.blogspot.com/2009/03/los-origenes-seeds.html' title='Los orígenes/ The seeds'/><author><name>Anita Ceballos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03231339403837290759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldU1n0wr7rM/TWFhnqPFSbI/AAAAAAAAB8A/IeA117P_vA4/s220/Escanear0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZInPCEUcTvM/SdJcl6U2nfI/AAAAAAAAA1c/eH8WpE7z_2E/s72-c/1gris+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1603618584895709612.post-5592010353800240949</id><published>2009-03-10T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:34:11.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mi arte/ My art'/><title type='text'>Mi arte: declaración de intenciones/ My art: artist statement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;No puedo desligar mi vida de mi obra.&lt;br /&gt;Cada uno de mis dibujos es un intento de comunicación, la búsqueda de un interlocutor al que mostrarle mis entrañas sin miedo, sin que pueda huir.&lt;br /&gt;La mirada plasmada en el papel es más fácil de sostener.&lt;br /&gt;El arte es un intento de salir de esta soledad, de encontrar sentido a la cantidad de cosas que me rodean, se acumulan, me recuerdan...&lt;br /&gt;Mi arte es la historia que escribo sobre lo que ocurrió, mi modo de vencer al pasado. Pero también una forma de orden y control, de poseer un universo propio en el que por fin nadie, -absolutamente nadie más allá de mí- decida. Ser la soberana de un país de líneas, colores y texturas entremezcladas con anhelos imposibles, pasados pesados, presentes caóticos.&lt;br /&gt;Hacer arte: poner los pies en la tierra hasta echar raíces, y estirar los brazos al cielo, observar la luz, la sombra. Parar el tiempo y poder ver cómo se mueven las nubes. Arrancarle algo de eso a la vida y llevarlo a un papel.&lt;br /&gt;Decir a todos los cobardes que viven bajo sus máscaras: ésta soy. No tengo secretos. Me he roto una y otra vez. Me he remendado. Dibujé un camino y lo seguí. Me perdí, tropecé, tengo miedo y a la vez soy fuerte. Tengo que atarme a la vida con ésto, porque es lo único que me hace ser quien soy. Lo único que no debo a nadie. Mis ojos curiosos y mis pasos silenciosos. Como una gata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I can't separate my art from my life. Each piece is a search for an interpreter to which I can reveal my inner self; to which I will not allow an easy escape. A gaze fixed on paper is easier to sustain than one on the eyes. Art is an attempt at stepping out of solitude; of finding meaning in the things that surround and accumulate around me. My art is an account of what happened, my means of defeating the past. At the same time it's an imposition of order and control - a stab at a universe in which no one but me has the capacity to decide the course of events. To be the sovereign ruler of a state of lines, colours and textures, intermingled with impossible desires, the past and a chaotic present. To create art is to place your feet on the ground until roots grow, to stretch one's arms to the sky, to observe the light, the shadows. To stop time and see how the clouds pass. To tear off some of that from life itself and transpose it to paper.To declare: Here I am, without secrets, broken many times over, sewn together once more, drawing a path and following it. I lost myself, stumbled and fell, remain scared but brave. I tie myself to life with the work. It's the only thing I don't owe anyone. My curious eyes and silent steps. 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