Luis Soares's Blog, page 660
January 27, 2013
For H.
"Where do seagulls sleep?"
You wondered, I laughed, you were bored.
"They look like big white turkeys"
You were not with me
We were never bored together
We could still smile apart
Laugh even
When no distance is between us
We are never clumsy like turkeys
Always like seagulls soaring in the wind
By the sea.
Andrei Varga - Unsaved Memory
My latest works include a series of portraits that represent unsaved memory. It is about time and the way it leaves prints in our memory and also about the way that human memory plays with time. The memory decomposes the complete image transforming it into an incomplete puzzle and then it plays with into the imaginary field trying to recompose the image. It is about transposing the material into immaterial by creating a new identity and vice versa. I am fascinated by space and memory, either...
January 26, 2013
A Bloody Big Ship.
Joseph Mallord William Turner - The Fighting Temeraire Tugged to her Last Berth to be Broken up (1839)
January 25, 2013
January 23, 2013
A propósito do frio.
Fascinam-me as mudanças civilizacionais por via da tecnologia. Devorei este artigo de Nicola Twilley sobre o frio e o papel do frio na forma como consumimos a nossa comida, como isso mudou a nossa sociedade ao longo do século XX, primeiro nos Estados Unidos, depois em todo o planeta. Cito:Its story is central to every aspect of our national postwar narrative: the widespread entry of women into the workforce, the rise of suburban living, and the reshaping of the American landscape by the autom...
January 22, 2013
Duas piscinas.
No mais profundo dos invernos dos nossos muitos descontentamentos, vale a pena lembrar que há-de vir aí uma primavera e depois um verão. Por causa disso, ficam duas piscinas, hoje, com dez anos de intervalo entre si mas o mesmo sol californiano. A primeira de David Hockney - John St. Clair Swimming (from Twenty Photographic Pictures), 1972. A segunda de Herb Ritts -Richard Gere – Poolside, 1982.
