<?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-3739177885107483554</id><updated>2012-01-11T14:43:36.681Z</updated><title type='text'>Nas Tintas Para As Regras</title><subtitle type='html'>Há um tempo para imaginar e um outro para criar. 
Tempo de observar, inventar e dizer.
Porque o olhar apreende, distrai-se e transfere.  
Há as regras esquecidas num grito que na tela se expande.
Há o poder de criar sonhos. 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Espaço público ou doméstico, lugar de sociabilidade, memória e debate, o &lt;em&gt;salão &lt;/em&gt;ou &lt;em&gt;tertúlia&lt;/em&gt; é espaço de entretenimento, divertimento e conversação, eventualmente de gastronomia, pois que as conversas decorriam, também, à volta da mesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os registos pictóricos, que atestam estes momentos, exibem poses naturais, em cenas domésticas, de jardim ou café, onde o tom coloquial dita a disposição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340682678396586050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Sh3qmY_pCEI/AAAAAAAAEvg/S_olptYkKOk/s320/William_Hogarth__The_Strode_Family,_1738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Conversation pieces&lt;/span&gt;, de que &lt;em&gt;William Hogarth &lt;/em&gt;foi o grande mestre principiador, são, habitualmente, trabalhos em pequena escala, em que grupos de familiares ou amigos se reúnem em informais encontros. Frequentes no século XVIII, não deixaram de fazer parte do gosto ao longo dos tempos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qzKHEYo3fMQ/SEh22jJA5XI/AAAAAAAAALE/4V3CJXm9mi4/s1600-h/Henri+FANTIN-LATOUR.+Coin+de+table,+1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enquanto lugar de divertimento, neles acontecia o jogo, teatro e concerto. Círculos de amizade, mas também de elite, pois que os seus elementos reuniam segundo interesses literários, artísticos ou políticos, cúmplices de interesses comuns. Porém, embora testemunhos do mundano, eram geradores da mudança e de progressos culturais, lugares onde germinavam novas ideias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340681482461633266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Sh3pgxyh2vI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/D9v0rQqRaQE/s320/Jos%25C3%25A9%2BGutierrez%2BSolana_%2BLa%2BTert%25C3%25BAlia%2Bdel%2BCaf%25C3%25A9%2BPombo,%2B1920.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;José Gutierrez Solana. &lt;em&gt;La Tertúlia del Café Pombo&lt;/em&gt;, 1920&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Boémia de Madrid. A tertúlia do &lt;em&gt;Pombo&lt;/em&gt; calhava aos sábados à noite, depois do jantar, muitas vezes até ao novo dia. Tinha lugar no sótão, “La Cripta de Pombo”, lugar de espelhos, sem electricidade, a imagem da Virgem del Cármen como patrona. Política excluída. As figuras, Manuel Abril, Tomás Borrás, José Bergamín, José Cabrero, Mauricio Bacarisse, Pedro Emilio Coll, Salvador Bartolozzi e o pintor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340683126135938818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Sh3rAc9BXwI/AAAAAAAAEvo/Ghm2-cGLc9o/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jacques-Émile Blanche. &lt;em&gt;André Gide et ses Amis au Café Maure&lt;/em&gt;, Exposition universelle de 1900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se a literatura, pintura e música tiveram um papel dominante, este foi dando lugar a discussões filosóficas e científicas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espaços de comprometimento, mas também de hospitalidade e mecenato. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reflexão, imaginação, fantasia, e ainda de curiosidade e descoberta. Neles se discutia o passado, se ponderava o presente e se interrogava o porvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É o fulgor da Belle Époque, André Gide escreve &lt;em&gt;Nourritures Terrestres&lt;/em&gt;, que se tornaria guia espiritual das gerações pós-guerra. Na senda de Fantin Latour, &lt;em&gt;Jacques-Émile Blanche&lt;/em&gt; regista o grupo de amigos. À volta de Gide, em pose descontraída, chapéu negro e cigarro na mão, organizam-se as restantes figuras. Sentado, Charles Chanvin, poeta; Henri Ghéon, pseudónimo do Dr Vaugeon, mais apaixonado pela literatura que pela medicina; Athman Ben Salah, poeta tunisino, protegido de Gide, e Eugène Rouart, filho coleccionador Henri Rouart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qzKHEYo3fMQ/SEv0PbXZmqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/H8m0KObXyQo/s1600-h/Columbano.+Grupo+do+LeÃ£o,+1885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209525939865229986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qzKHEYo3fMQ/SEv0PbXZmqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/H8m0KObXyQo/s320/Columbano.+Grupo+do+Le%C3%A3o,+1885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Columbano. &lt;em&gt;Grupo do Leão&lt;/em&gt;, 1885&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Columbano&lt;/em&gt;, espectador angustiado do quadro político-social dos finais do século, o pintor mais significativo dos finais de oitocentos. O &lt;em&gt;Retrato de Antero de Quental&lt;/em&gt;, 1889, profetiza o desfecho do poeta-filósofo, e simboliza toda a geração dos &lt;em&gt;Vencidos da Vida&lt;/em&gt;. A &lt;em&gt;Brasileira&lt;/em&gt;, lugar da diferença, trangressão e criatividade.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Retratados, Silva Porto, Rafael Bordalo Pinheiro, António Ramalho, José Malhoa, João Vaz, Girão, Henrique Pinto, Rodrigues Vieira, Ribeiro Cristino, Cipriano Martins, o empregado Manuel Fidalgo e o próprio Columbano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se Hogart é um dos grandes nomes que a este género mais se dedicaram, outros há, para os quais a arte, sob não importa que rosto, é paixão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Henri Fantin-Latour, 1836-1904&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando a arte é enamoramento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209571496166471922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qzKHEYo3fMQ/SEwdrJ0AuPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/axAz4fzi_e4/s320/Henri+Fantin-Latour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qzKHEYo3fMQ/SEwcu0LL31I/AAAAAAAAAMs/tGGx-K9bTmM/s1600-h/Fantin-Latour.+Hommage+Ã"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209570459565940562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qzKHEYo3fMQ/SEwcu0LL31I/AAAAAAAAAMs/tGGx-K9bTmM/s320/Fantin-Latour.+Hommage+%C3%A0+Delacroix,+1864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;......................................................&lt;/span&gt;Hommage à Delacroix&lt;/em&gt;, 1864 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantin-Latour, ele mesmo, com Baudelaire, Manet, Whistler, Champfleury e outros rodeando um retrato de Delacroix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qzKHEYo3fMQ/SEwcgOjIhAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/84drz6ozlaE/s1600-h/Un+atelier+aux+Batignoles,+1870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209570208947667970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qzKHEYo3fMQ/SEwcgOjIhAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/84drz6ozlaE/s320/Un+atelier+aux+Batignoles,+1870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...........................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..............................................................&lt;/span&gt;Un atelier aux Batignoles&lt;/em&gt;, 1870&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manet, Renoir, Monet e outros no estúdio de Manet, tela também conhecida por &lt;em&gt;Hommage à Manet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qzKHEYo3fMQ/SEwcJ2pTdRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BqOojD8bL4o/s1600-h/Henri+FANTIN-LATOUR.+Coin+de+table,+1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209569824573977874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qzKHEYo3fMQ/SEwcJ2pTdRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BqOojD8bL4o/s320/Henri+FANTIN-LATOUR.+Coin+de+table,+1872.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un coin de table&lt;/em&gt;, 1872&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Parnasiano, o grupo de poetas amantes da arte, fundadores da revista &lt;em&gt;La Renaissance Littéraire et Artistique&lt;/em&gt;, reunia-se todos os meses de modo a manter a sua coesão. A crítica denominava-os “&lt;em&gt;dîners des vilains bonshommes&lt;/em&gt;”, assim ficaram conhecidos. Da esquerda à direita, sentados, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Valade, Hervilly, Pelletant; de pé, em segundo plano, Bonnier, Blémont e Aicard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qzKHEYo3fMQ/SEwb2JAoc7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Wbkz6AQhozU/s1600-h/Henri+FANTIN-LATOUR.+Autour+du+piano,+1885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209569485906277298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qzKHEYo3fMQ/SEwb2JAoc7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Wbkz6AQhozU/s320/Henri+FANTIN-LATOUR.+Autour+du+piano,+1885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Autour du piano&lt;/em&gt;, 1885&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Admirador de Wagner, que defendeu em França, fez várias litografias ilustrando as composições deste. &lt;em&gt;Autour du Piano&lt;/em&gt;, é o menos falado quadro, da série de quatro dedicada às suas cumplicidades, talvez porque as figuras sejam vultos menos conhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;Referência ao grupo &lt;em&gt;Le Petit Bayreuth&lt;/em&gt;, iniciado com Antoine Lascoux, as personagens são, também elas, admiradores de Wagner. À volta do piano, da esquerda para a direita, Emmanuel Chabrier, Edmond Maître, Amédée Pigeon. De pé, Adolphe Julien, Arthur Boisseau, Camille Benoît, Antoine Lascoux e Vincent d’Indy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre o retrato modernista e as cenas fantasiadas inspiradas pela música, tributos a diversos artistas de diversas artes, os retratos de grupo de Fantin-Latour, testemunho da cumplicidade com os vultos vanguardistas, são documentos históricos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Outras imagens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1) Charles Giraud. &lt;em&gt;Le Salon de la princesse Mathilde&lt;/em&gt;, rue de Courecelles, 1859 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(2) Louis Léopold Boilly. &lt;em&gt;Réunion d'artistes dans l'atelier &lt;/em&gt;d'Isabey, 1799&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(3) William Hogarth. &lt;em&gt;The Strode Family,&lt;/em&gt; 1738&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-638191863026951720?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/638191863026951720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=638191863026951720&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/638191863026951720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/638191863026951720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2009/05/retratos-do-mundano.html' title='Retratos do Mundano'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Sh3qL8kuRwI/AAAAAAAAEvY/o0-foyDoTjU/s72-c/Louis%2BL%25C3%25A9opold%2BBOILLY_%2BR%25C3%25A9union%2Bd%2527artistes%2Bdans%2Bl%2527atelier%2Bd%2527Isabey,%2B1799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-5180573710128900356</id><published>2009-05-24T20:12:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:27:03.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>giorgios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos solitários objectos, entre o minimalismo e o infinito universo onírico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/ShmrUME_90I/AAAAAAAAEuw/NchndNmHV2o/s1600-h/Giorgio+Morandi.+Natura+morta,+1956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339487196552361794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/ShmrUME_90I/AAAAAAAAEuw/NchndNmHV2o/s320/Giorgio+Morandi.+Natura+morta,+1956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Morandi e o despojamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;De Chirico e o cenário inquietante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/ShmqOZg0rMI/AAAAAAAAEuo/xrfiCuh7buU/s1600-h/Giorgio+de+Chirico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339485997567880386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/ShmqOZg0rMI/AAAAAAAAEuo/xrfiCuh7buU/s320/Giorgio+de+Chirico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em comum, porventura o enigma. Do simples e do emaranhado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339488103727150290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/ShmsI_kUtNI/AAAAAAAAEu4/nKYab8PPvS8/s320/giorgios+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgio De Chirico&lt;/strong&gt;, 1888-1978&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgio Morandi&lt;/strong&gt;, 1890, 1964 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;auto-retratos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-5180573710128900356?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/5180573710128900356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=5180573710128900356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5180573710128900356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5180573710128900356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2009/05/giorgios.html' title='giorgios'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/ShmrUME_90I/AAAAAAAAEuw/NchndNmHV2o/s72-c/Giorgio+Morandi.+Natura+morta,+1956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-5779194231041709190</id><published>2008-12-21T22:52:00.023Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:50:06.645Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SU7NQ0zo-CI/AAAAAAAAEpc/fvLd42wxr2w/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282385101889009698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SU7NQ0zo-CI/AAAAAAAAEpc/fvLd42wxr2w/s320/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, mãos postas, ao pé do altar do teu regaço &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vendo a lua subir, muda, alumiando o espaço &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu balbuciava minha infantil oração, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pedindo ao Deus que está no azul do firmamento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que mandasse um alívio a cada sofrimento, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que mandasse uma estrela a cada escuridão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guerra Junqueiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SU7RD9w30fI/AAAAAAAAEps/AUo_5mnYvYQ/s1600-h/Giovanni+Bellini.+Madonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282389279001530866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SU7RD9w30fI/AAAAAAAAEps/AUo_5mnYvYQ/s320/+.+Madonna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SU7NIQz4zeI/AAAAAAAAEpU/bTH7DwhKsz8/s1600-h/+.+Madona+e+Menino,+1475.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SU7MkssaWNI/AAAAAAAAEpE/z8yq0yduMtQ/s1600-h/++(1478-1532).+A+Virgem+e+o+Menino,+1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282384343796963538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SU7Q5e63UJI/AAAAAAAAEpk/s7gnU73Wb2s/s320/Lukas+Cranach,+1537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SU7LNweHd8I/AAAAAAAAEoc/43IkYPeuqSw/s1600-h/+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282382850162128834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SU7LNweHd8I/AAAAAAAAEoc/43IkYPeuqSw/s320/+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SU7KzKttrUI/AAAAAAAAEoU/1n7pZZI1v9g/s1600-h/Lukas+Cranach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282382393350401346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SU7KzKttrUI/AAAAAAAAEoU/1n7pZZI1v9g/s320/Lukas+Cranach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-5779194231041709190?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/5779194231041709190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=5779194231041709190&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5779194231041709190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5779194231041709190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SU7NQ0zo-CI/AAAAAAAAEpc/fvLd42wxr2w/s72-c/DSC00530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-8017143586207670596</id><published>2008-11-06T23:31:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:21:50.088Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jcu.edu/harlem/index.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;An event is something that is heard about on the streets and read about in the papers for a week or two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;However, if a series of related events should be strung together, one can be left with something monumental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in honor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;trago alguns dos artistas de &lt;em&gt;Harlem Renaissance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sargent Claude Johnson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;(1888–1967)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Palmer C. Hayden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;(1890-1973)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Archibald John Motley, Jr.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;(1891-1981)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;William Johnson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;(1901-1970)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Beauford Delaney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;(1901-1979)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lois Mailou Jones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;(1905-1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Norman Lewis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;(1909-1979)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SROBLmfhv9I/AAAAAAAAEn0/TtzEThzR120/s1600-h/Sargent+Claude+Johnson.+Jazz+musicians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265694425637568466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SROBLmfhv9I/AAAAAAAAEn0/TtzEThzR120/s320/Sargent+Claude+Johnson.+Jazz+musicians.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Sargent Claude Johnson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SROA9UefATI/AAAAAAAAEns/5Zl0_6hc9TU/s1600-h/Palmer+Hayden.+Nous+quatre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265694180283187506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SROA9UefATI/AAAAAAAAEns/5Zl0_6hc9TU/s320/Palmer+Hayden.+Nous+quatre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Palmer C. Hayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SROAyiM5m1I/AAAAAAAAEnk/mHIY7lJnpls/s1600-h/Archibald+J.+Motley,+Jr.+Blues,+1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265693994988968786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SROAyiM5m1I/AAAAAAAAEnk/mHIY7lJnpls/s320/Archibald+J.+Motley,+Jr.+Blues,+1929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt; Archibald John Motley, Jr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Após o final da I Grande Guerra, muitos soldados americanos negros regressaram a um país que continuava a cometer injustiças raciais. A grande emigração faz-se para as cidades do Norte, &lt;em&gt;Harlem&lt;/em&gt; torna-se o núcleo cultural.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Harlem Renaissance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Black Literary Renaissance&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;New Negro Renaissance&lt;/em&gt;) germina em resultado das mudanças operadas na comunidade negra americana no pós-guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Harlem, lugar de &lt;em&gt;Jazz &lt;/em&gt;e &lt;em&gt;Blues&lt;/em&gt;, e de uma orgulhosa geração afro-americana que, intelectualmente, agitou e mobilizou todas as artes, estendendo-se a todos os Estados e deixando o seu legado às gerações do porvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SROAhYzxFZI/AAAAAAAAEnc/hZFviqoNnJw/s1600-h/William+Johnson+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265693700409857426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SROAhYzxFZI/AAAAAAAAEnc/hZFviqoNnJw/s320/William+Johnson+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt; William Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SROARVrwxQI/AAAAAAAAEnU/3_qU-o2LfnY/s1600-h/Beauford+Delaney.+Jazz+Quartet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265693424693069058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SROARVrwxQI/AAAAAAAAEnU/3_qU-o2LfnY/s320/Beauford+Delaney.+Jazz+Quartet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt; Beauford Delaney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SRN_4umSEsI/AAAAAAAAEnM/IZ32bKFTM4U/s1600-h/Norman+Lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265693001884242626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SRN_4umSEsI/AAAAAAAAEnM/IZ32bKFTM4U/s320/Norman+Lewis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Norman Lewis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could take the Harlem night&lt;br /&gt;and wrap around you,&lt;br /&gt;Take the neon lights and make a crown,&lt;br /&gt;Take the Lenox Avenue busses,&lt;br /&gt;Taxis, subways,&lt;br /&gt;And for your love song tone their rumble down.&lt;br /&gt;Take Harlem's heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;Make a drumbeat,&lt;br /&gt;Put it on a record, let it whirl,&lt;br /&gt;And while we listen to it play,&lt;br /&gt;Dance with you till day--&lt;br /&gt;Dance with you, my sweet brown Harlem girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Langston Hughes. &lt;em&gt;Juke Box Love Song&lt;/em&gt; , 1950&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-8017143586207670596?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/8017143586207670596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=8017143586207670596&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8017143586207670596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8017143586207670596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SROBLmfhv9I/AAAAAAAAEn0/TtzEThzR120/s72-c/Sargent+Claude+Johnson.+Jazz+musicians.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-7792107014017092603</id><published>2008-11-03T10:46:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:54:35.584Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Porque a natureza é tela e cor e luz. A pincelada mais hábil, ágil, elegante. Mestra. O arco-iris mais perfeito. A composição mais conseguida. Porque. Deixo hoje um post diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;É ela quem tenta os homens, desafiando o processo de criação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ei-la, então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQ7QjRMUfaI/AAAAAAAAEmM/SNGgjSriFFw/s1600-h/Outubro+2008+(33).JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264374318771764642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQ7QjRMUfaI/AAAAAAAAEmM/SNGgjSriFFw/s320/Outubro+2008+(33).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há de novo caminhos de ouriços, pegadas do tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQ7QTw0MSMI/AAAAAAAAEmE/u7dN9_7dgaY/s1600-h/Outubro+2008+(25).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264374052382591170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQ7QTw0MSMI/AAAAAAAAEmE/u7dN9_7dgaY/s320/Outubro+2008+(25).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travo de luz e cor almofadando os passos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQ7PyKtXXOI/AAAAAAAAEl8/1dqNaFARsko/s1600-h/Outubro+2008+(41).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQ7PaOfLriI/AAAAAAAAEl0/-CH5G9d8hLg/s1600-h/Outubro+2008+(48).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264373063915122210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQ7PaOfLriI/AAAAAAAAEl0/-CH5G9d8hLg/s320/Outubro+2008+(48).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tudo pode esperar, porque depois da lua há-de nascer o sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e depois do gelo há-de vir chama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;somos nós. apenas. que nos atribulamos antecipando ansiedades ou em infrutíferas angústias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tudo pode esperar, porque depois de nós as noites continuarão a descer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o dia a nascer depois da noite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o sol sucedendo à lua. e assim todo o muitissimo ilimitado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;olhai como as águas devolvem as alturas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQ7Odwql-lI/AAAAAAAAEls/k2upI2w3_gw/s1600-h/Outubro+2008+(39).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264372025117768274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQ7Odwql-lI/AAAAAAAAEls/k2upI2w3_gw/s320/Outubro+2008+(39).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;olhai a vida a fazer-se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o ontem pode esperar, para que nos detenhamos a contemplar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQ7OHiS3fuI/AAAAAAAAElk/0agETtgxkbs/s1600-h/Outubro+2008+(52).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264371643303034594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQ7OHiS3fuI/AAAAAAAAElk/0agETtgxkbs/s320/Outubro+2008+(52).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/3739177885107483554-7792107014017092603?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/7792107014017092603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=7792107014017092603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/7792107014017092603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/7792107014017092603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQ7QjRMUfaI/AAAAAAAAEmM/SNGgjSriFFw/s72-c/Outubro+2008+(33).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-3461364487304405512</id><published>2008-10-19T15:27:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:31:43.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Où fait-il bon même au cœur de l'orage&lt;br /&gt;Où fait-il clair même au cœur de la nuit&lt;br /&gt;L'air est alcool et le malheur courage&lt;br /&gt;Carreaux cassés l'espoir encore y luit&lt;br /&gt;Et les chansons montent des murs détruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Aragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtHYvblbpI/AAAAAAAAEfE/GV3wuPs0-XM/s1600-h/Jean+Beraud.+La+Modiste+sur+les+Champs+Elys%C3%A9es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258875480259784338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtHYvblbpI/AAAAAAAAEfE/GV3wuPs0-XM/s320/Jean+Beraud.+La+Modiste+sur+les+Champs+Elys%C3%A9es.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtHRb3RbGI/AAAAAAAAEe8/pr-EdJ5thMo/s1600-h/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+La+P%C3%A2tisserie+Cloppe,+1889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258875354748120162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtHRb3RbGI/AAAAAAAAEe8/pr-EdJ5thMo/s320/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+La+P%C3%A2tisserie+Cloppe,+1889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtHK8A4CpI/AAAAAAAAEe0/Zfy-YO3bOkg/s1600-h/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+Boulevard+de+Paris,+1890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258875243119250066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtHK8A4CpI/AAAAAAAAEe0/Zfy-YO3bOkg/s320/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+Boulevard+de+Paris,+1890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paris oitocentista. Uma paz e harmonia quase teatrais. A literatura e a música em prazo de festim, porque a festa se faz nas salas de espectáculo, nas ruas, em casa. Engenho de belle-époque, anos dourados que a Grande Guerra viria fraccionar.&lt;br /&gt;O automóvel, o aeroplano, o telefone, o gramofone e o cinematógrafo eclodiam prontos a levarem o homem mais longe e, simultaneamente, no registo do efémero, inscrevendo as artes de palco no porvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtE0rPMJKI/AAAAAAAAEek/CmxPV6Mlps0/s1600-h/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+Cancan+au+Caf%C3%A9+de+Paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258872661635507362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtE0rPMJKI/AAAAAAAAEek/CmxPV6Mlps0/s320/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+Cancan+au+Caf%C3%A9+de+Paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtEqJ8TA9I/AAAAAAAAEec/mmZM_ZBUniU/s1600-h/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+Boulevard+des+Capucines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258872480899204050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtEqJ8TA9I/AAAAAAAAEec/mmZM_ZBUniU/s320/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+Boulevard+des+Capucines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtEUl62aNI/AAAAAAAAEeU/zvIwOKt9MSM/s1600-h/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+Concert+priv%C3%A9e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258872110452205778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtEUl62aNI/AAAAAAAAEeU/zvIwOKt9MSM/s320/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+Concert+priv%C3%A9e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apaixonado pela cidade quotidiana, pelas ruas e pelas pessoas, entre o academismo e o Impressionismo, Béraud regista o passante ocasional, prende a atmosfera e a festividade, em telas que são crónicas de Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jean Béraud (1849-1935)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtEOhqy_nI/AAAAAAAAEeM/p5Yr1XkNofc/s1600-h/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+Boulevard+de+Paris,+1890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258872006231916146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtEOhqy_nI/AAAAAAAAEeM/p5Yr1XkNofc/s320/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+Boulevard+de+Paris,+1890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rien n'égale Paris; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on le blâme, on le louë;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L'un y suit son plaisir, l'autre son interest;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mal ou bien, tout s'y fait, vaste grand comme il est&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On y vole, on y tuë, on y pend, on y rouë.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On s'y montre, on s'y cache, on y plaide, on y jouë;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On y rit, on y pleure, on y meurt, on y naist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dans sa diversité tout amuse, tout plaist,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jusques à son tumulte et jusques à sa bouë.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isaac de Benserade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtHsjpXxSI/AAAAAAAAEfM/Mih7L59EA-g/s1600-h/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+L%27Attente+sd+Jean+B%C3%A9raud+(1849-1935).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258875820693767458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtHsjpXxSI/AAAAAAAAEfM/Mih7L59EA-g/s320/Jean+B%C3%A9raud.+L%27Attente+sd+Jean+B%C3%A9raud+(1849-1935).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-3461364487304405512?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/3461364487304405512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=3461364487304405512&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/3461364487304405512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/3461364487304405512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtHYvblbpI/AAAAAAAAEfE/GV3wuPs0-XM/s72-c/Jean+Beraud.+La+Modiste+sur+les+Champs+Elys%C3%A9es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-1466059608819076851</id><published>2008-09-26T01:25:00.022+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:31:39.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtT-buvNZI/AAAAAAAAEfc/EgbivFiqxSY/s1600-h/Victoria+and+Albert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258889321945970066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtT-buvNZI/AAAAAAAAEfc/EgbivFiqxSY/s320/Victoria+and+Albert.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwuavd5rRI/AAAAAAAAEdM/bGoiGfyLPOM/s1600-h/Fran%C3%A7ois+Girardon+%26+Thomas+Regnaudin.+Apolo+servido+pelas+ninfas,+1666+%5BJardins+do+Pal%C3%A1cio+de+Versailhes%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250122302560513298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwuavd5rRI/AAAAAAAAEdM/bGoiGfyLPOM/s320/Fran%C3%A7ois+Girardon+%26+Thomas+Regnaudin.+Apolo+servido+pelas+ninfas,+1666+%5BJardins+do+Pal%C3%A1cio+de+Versailhes%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;François Girardon &amp;amp; Thomas Regnaudin. &lt;em&gt;Apolo servido pelas ninfas&lt;/em&gt;, 1666&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia, há muito tempo tive um sonho. Sonhei que formaria o melhor coro da História. Nesse sonho, as estátuas deste recinto ganhavam vida e, uma a uma, caminhavam até à estufa do pátio. A cada uma que entrava, eu dava vida. Então a estátua cantava com uma voz mágica e angelical. Quando esgotei as duzentas estátuas, o meu coro estava completo. Era um coro de vozes puras, libertas do seu latejo mortal, para sempre vivas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fernando Trías de Bes. &lt;em&gt;O Coleccionador de Sons, história de uma maldição&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwuLm2XwWI/AAAAAAAAEdE/zd-lFB5e9Q4/s1600-h/Tr%C3%AAs+Gra%C3%A7as.+%5Bpinacoteca+ricardo+brennand%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250122042549191010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwuLm2XwWI/AAAAAAAAEdE/zd-lFB5e9Q4/s320/Tr%C3%AAs+Gra%C3%A7as.+%5Bpinacoteca+ricardo+brennand%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deusas, Bacantes, Ninfas e outras que tais, elas foram o mote. Inspiradoras musas, que os artistas guiaram. A entidade feminina era o modelo. Mágica, poderosa, sensual e, porém, frágil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwuAWtQYjI/AAAAAAAAEc8/sCSqIwdtMr8/s1600-h/Prosper+d%27Epinay+-+Bacchante+-+1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250121849237430834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwuAWtQYjI/AAAAAAAAEc8/sCSqIwdtMr8/s320/Prosper+d%27Epinay+-+Bacchante+-+1866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Prosper d'Epinay. &lt;em&gt;Bacante&lt;/em&gt;, 1866&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwt3MQp4yI/AAAAAAAAEc0/Jq2R_puG-PM/s1600-h/Rodin.+Orpheus+et+Eurydice,+moldado+c.1887,+executado+1893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250121691814290210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwt3MQp4yI/AAAAAAAAEc0/Jq2R_puG-PM/s320/Rodin.+Orpheus+et+Eurydice,+moldado+c.1887,+executado+1893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Rodin. &lt;em&gt;Orfeu e Eurídice&lt;/em&gt;, moldado c.1887, executado 1893&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNw2pL7miUI/AAAAAAAAEdc/VH1vSpnC580/s1600-h/Salvador+Dal%C3%AD.+V%C3%A9nus+de+Milo,+1936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250131346812471618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNw2pL7miUI/AAAAAAAAEdc/VH1vSpnC580/s320/Salvador+Dal%C3%AD.+V%C3%A9nus+de+Milo,+1936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwtlYM0k7I/AAAAAAAAEcs/-lo8FKah-Mo/s1600-h/Salvador+Dal%C3%AD.+V%C3%A9nus+de+Milo,+1936.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Salvador Dalí. &lt;em&gt;Venus de Milo&lt;/em&gt;, 1936&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dura, difícil, talvez pouco delicada até, a pedra parecia menos indicada às mulheres. E a escultura, entre todas as artes - pintura, música, escrita… - concebia-se como a menos própria para a mulher artista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mulheres escultoras houve-as sempre, ainda que, à semelhança da pintura, muitas esculturas houvessem sido, durante séculos, vendidas como obra de homens artistas. Talvez inclusivé Rodin se tivesse, também ele, apropriado do &lt;em&gt;beijo&lt;/em&gt; de Camille, sua aluna e companheira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;É no tardio século XIX que a mudança se opera, assistindo-se ao desafio levado a cabo pelas mulheres burguesas, fazendo das suas causas debate público, assim procurando uma alteração nos privilégios masculinos que dominavam a cultura elevada e a escultura neoclássica.&lt;br /&gt;Dadas as insuficientes condições de trabalho nos Estados Unidos, onde o trabalho feminino era muito restrito, e cujo mecenato revertia para a estatuária pública, um grupo de mulheres escultoras desloca-se para a Europa no primeiro quartel de oitocentos, fixando-se em Roma. Fogem aos constrangimentos do casamento e levam vidas livres, porém, porque seguindo os códigos da virtude feminina, conseguiram que a sua independência ali fosse aceite. Entre elas, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiram Powers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(1805-1873),&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Harriet Hosmer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (1830-1908), &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louise Lanser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (1862-1923), produziam trabalhos monumentais de personagens femininas tanto contemporâneas quanto históricas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwtSadIXBI/AAAAAAAAEck/kGHlX3LaX8w/s1600-h/Harriet+Hosmer.+Beatrice+Cenci,+1857+(detalhe).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250121059969555474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwtSadIXBI/AAAAAAAAEck/kGHlX3LaX8w/s320/Harriet+Hosmer.+Beatrice+Cenci,+1857+(detalhe).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Harriet Hosmer. &lt;em&gt;Beatrice Cenci&lt;/em&gt;, 1857 (detalhe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNw1s4ixBVI/AAAAAAAAEdU/HQ6CYumWq0E/s1600-h/Hiram+Powers.+The+Greek+Slave,+1846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250130310815876434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNw1s4ixBVI/AAAAAAAAEdU/HQ6CYumWq0E/s320/Hiram+Powers.+The+Greek+Slave,+1846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Hiram Powers. &lt;em&gt;A Escrava Grega&lt;/em&gt;, 1846&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sim, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Claudel. Camille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (1864-1943)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Bernhardt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (1844-1923) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNws2NBBSdI/AAAAAAAAEcU/fxLTQMVZnSo/s1600-h/Sarah+Bernhardt.+Portrait+Bust+de+Louise+Abb%C3%A9ma,+1878+%5BMuse%C3%A9+d%E2%80%99Orsay,+Paris%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250120575325653458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNws2NBBSdI/AAAAAAAAEcU/fxLTQMVZnSo/s320/Sarah+Bernhardt.+Portrait+Bust+de+Louise+Abb%C3%A9ma,+1878+%5BMuse%C3%A9+d%E2%80%99Orsay,+Paris%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Sarah Bernhardt. &lt;em&gt;Busto de Louise Abbéma&lt;/em&gt;, 1878 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwspX8FosI/AAAAAAAAEcM/5aaQIO3F1sM/s1600-h/Camille+Claudel.+Les+Causeuses,+1895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250120354919457474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwspX8FosI/AAAAAAAAEcM/5aaQIO3F1sM/s320/Camille+Claudel.+Les+Causeuses,+1895.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Camille Claudel. &lt;em&gt;As Conversadoras&lt;/em&gt;, 1895&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwsaiL0BKI/AAAAAAAAEcE/4xS3TlJXFG8/s1600-h/Camille+Claudel.++Vertumnus+and+Pomona,+1905.+%5BParis,+Mus%C3%A9e+Rodin%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250120099971728546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwsaiL0BKI/AAAAAAAAEcE/4xS3TlJXFG8/s320/Camille+Claudel.++Vertumnus+and+Pomona,+1905.+%5BParis,+Mus%C3%A9e+Rodin%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Camille Claudel. &lt;em&gt;Vertumnus e Pomona&lt;/em&gt;, 1905&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O facto de estas artistas realizarem tais obras em mármores, algumas monumentais, contrasta com a noção veiculada de que a mulher apenas produzia trabalhos menores e caseiros, meros deleites ociosos. Ousadas, determinadas, lutadoras, da pedra fizeram poesia.&lt;br /&gt;As inspiradoras musas volveram artistas, perderam em idealização, porém, materializando-se, construíram um caminho rumo à paridade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwsGUUx8jI/AAAAAAAAEb8/CDrz5GdRDwI/s1600-h/Janine+Antoni.+Lick+%26+Lather,+1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250119752653861426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNwsGUUx8jI/AAAAAAAAEb8/CDrz5GdRDwI/s320/Janine+Antoni.+Lick+%26+Lather,+1993.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Janine Antoni. &lt;em&gt;Lick &amp;amp; Lather&lt;/em&gt;, 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-1466059608819076851?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/1466059608819076851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=1466059608819076851&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/1466059608819076851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/1466059608819076851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SPtT-buvNZI/AAAAAAAAEfc/EgbivFiqxSY/s72-c/Victoria+and+Albert.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-3557459330871850327</id><published>2008-09-12T22:59:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:22:15.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNw4pAayMRI/AAAAAAAAEds/mEIeBcOZgQY/s1600-h/Gustave+Caillebotte+.+Rue++de+Paris,+jour+de+pluie,+1877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250133542745288978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNw4pAayMRI/AAAAAAAAEds/mEIeBcOZgQY/s320/Gustave+Caillebotte+.+Rue++de+Paris,+jour+de+pluie,+1877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Trago dentro do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Como num cofre que se não pode fechar de cheio,&lt;br /&gt;Todos os lugares onde estive,&lt;br /&gt;Todos os portos a que cheguei,&lt;br /&gt;Todas as paisagens que vi através de janelas ou vigias,&lt;br /&gt;Ou de tombadilhos, sonhando,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo isso, que é tanto, é pouco para o que eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa, in &lt;em&gt;A Passagem das Horas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SMrnZMtwrFI/AAAAAAAAEbE/6oqbjdZQKo4/s1600-h/Gustave+Caillebotte.+Interieur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245259136122268754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SMrnZMtwrFI/AAAAAAAAEbE/6oqbjdZQKo4/s320/Gustave+Caillebotte.+Interieur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.&lt;br /&gt;Words without thoughts never to heaven go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SMrnTIZdA9I/AAAAAAAAEa8/exVDzmcn0Ms/s1600-h/Gustave+Caillebotte+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245259031884137426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SMrnTIZdA9I/AAAAAAAAEa8/exVDzmcn0Ms/s320/Gustave+Caillebotte+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Trago-o porque sim. É uma paixão tão antiga, nem sei porque não o trouxe antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gustave Caillebotte (1848-1894)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SMrmlebckgI/AAAAAAAAEa0/wDJXgDErvvc/s1600-h/Gustave+Caillebotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245258247524094466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SMrmlebckgI/AAAAAAAAEa0/wDJXgDErvvc/s320/Gustave+Caillebotte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-3557459330871850327?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/3557459330871850327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=3557459330871850327&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/3557459330871850327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/3557459330871850327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SNw4pAayMRI/AAAAAAAAEds/mEIeBcOZgQY/s72-c/Gustave+Caillebotte+.+Rue++de+Paris,+jour+de+pluie,+1877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-6860948382997062560</id><published>2008-09-04T01:52:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:52:16.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SL8yhZ0ns-I/AAAAAAAADE0/OHBDvnEa-dU/s1600-h/Vilhelm+Hammershoi..jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SL8yU9K8rYI/AAAAAAAADEs/G_VKSkqu5tQ/s1600-h/Vilhelm+Hammershoi.+London+Street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241963826881801602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SL8yU9K8rYI/AAAAAAAADEs/G_VKSkqu5tQ/s320/Vilhelm+Hammershoi.+London+Street.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;uma melancolia a atravessar artérias desertas, interiores despojados&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SL8yEdE2EuI/AAAAAAAADEk/MYIuSXqNGmA/s1600-h/Vilhelm+Hammershoi.+The+Music+Room,+30+Strandgade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241963543388361442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SL8yEdE2EuI/AAAAAAAADEk/MYIuSXqNGmA/s320/Vilhelm+Hammershoi.+The+Music+Room,+30+Strandgade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;um vazio, aqui e ali atravessado por uma figura ou objecto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;quietude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SL8zrSZPK3I/AAAAAAAADE8/kxTDqewVUu0/s1600-h/vilhelm+hammershoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241965310047628146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SL8zrSZPK3I/AAAAAAAADE8/kxTDqewVUu0/s320/vilhelm+hammershoi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;é um silêncio ameno que se desprende das telas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;uma neblina feita de tons apaziguantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;como que um respirar regrado. um rumor de tranquilidade. apelo à introspecção&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SL8yhZ0ns-I/AAAAAAAADE0/OHBDvnEa-dU/s1600-h/Vilhelm+Hammershoi..jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SL8yhZ0ns-I/AAAAAAAADE0/OHBDvnEa-dU/s1600-h/Vilhelm+Hammershoi..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241964040731210722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SL8yhZ0ns-I/AAAAAAAADE0/OHBDvnEa-dU/s320/Vilhelm+Hammershoi..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;deserto em tons amenos, envoltos em névoa e sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;magia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a poesia do silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SL8xlW0d1pI/AAAAAAAADEc/XB7_zZanEOE/s1600-h/Vilhelm+Hammersh%C3%B8i+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241963009133106834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SL8xlW0d1pI/AAAAAAAADEc/XB7_zZanEOE/s320/Vilhelm+Hammersh%C3%B8i+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Vilhelm Hammershoi, dinamarquês. 1864-1916&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SMryELsY_CI/AAAAAAAAEbU/nNQCuza7Jmo/s1600-h/Vilhelm+Hammersh%C3%B8i.+Weisse+T%C3%BCren,+Offene+T%C3%BCren,+1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245270869698739234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SMryELsY_CI/AAAAAAAAEbU/nNQCuza7Jmo/s320/Vilhelm+Hammersh%C3%B8i.+Weisse+T%C3%BCren,+Offene+T%C3%BCren,+1905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-6860948382997062560?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/6860948382997062560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=6860948382997062560&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6860948382997062560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6860948382997062560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SL8yU9K8rYI/AAAAAAAADEs/G_VKSkqu5tQ/s72-c/Vilhelm+Hammershoi.+London+Street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-7899521052564905598</id><published>2008-04-15T20:57:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:39:31.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SAUJl_aO2CI/AAAAAAAADAk/PrmNUJG-Z0M/s1600-h/Pierre+deMougins.+Spectacle+au+Village.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189564693895632930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SAUJl_aO2CI/AAAAAAAADAk/PrmNUJG-Z0M/s320/Pierre+deMougins.+Spectacle+au+Village.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vivre. quelle joie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida tal qual&lt;br /&gt;palco do efémero&lt;br /&gt;pantomima&lt;br /&gt;mise en scène&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SAUJW_aO2BI/AAAAAAAADAc/Q-lz8hqhsM4/s1600-h/Pierre+deMougins.+Summer+Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189564436197595154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SAUJW_aO2BI/AAAAAAAADAc/Q-lz8hqhsM4/s320/Pierre+deMougins.+Summer+Night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a fragilidade opondo-se à memória&lt;br /&gt;acasos e incidentes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SAUJQ_aO2AI/AAAAAAAADAU/-WSPoUv3wBE/s1600-h/Pierre+deMougins.+Le+Carress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189564333118380034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SAUJQ_aO2AI/AAAAAAAADAU/-WSPoUv3wBE/s320/Pierre+deMougins.+Le+Carress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teóricos do espectáculo&lt;br /&gt;perenes são os modos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SAUJKfaO1_I/AAAAAAAADAM/thtCdl5-Nq4/s1600-h/Pierre+deMougins.+Rue+de+la+Soie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189564221449230322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SAUJKfaO1_I/AAAAAAAADAM/thtCdl5-Nq4/s320/Pierre+deMougins.+Rue+de+la+Soie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pierre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;de&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mougins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;parisiense, 1966&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-7899521052564905598?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/7899521052564905598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=7899521052564905598&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/7899521052564905598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/7899521052564905598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SAUJl_aO2CI/AAAAAAAADAk/PrmNUJG-Z0M/s72-c/Pierre+deMougins.+Spectacle+au+Village.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-8702823485086706130</id><published>2008-03-20T22:52:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:25:29.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-LuezrOzwI/AAAAAAAAC78/hc2aj5v4k7E/s1600-h/Josefa+d%27%C3%93bidos.+Menino+Jesus+Salvador+do+Mundo,+1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179964734464511746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-LuezrOzwI/AAAAAAAAC78/hc2aj5v4k7E/s320/Josefa+d%27%C3%93bidos.+Menino+Jesus+Salvador+do+Mundo,+1673.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religiosidade, rendas, objectos inanimados, frutos e flores, ao gosto feminino e inocente, ao sabor das estações do ano, ritmo sensual da natureza e revelação do divino, pois que os objectos pintados, profanos ou religiosos, são representações de Deus, bem como do espaço social limitado às muralhas de Óbidos, lugar, na época, de tertúlias literárias e artísticas, que privilegiavam o debate e as ideias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a arte de Josefa d’Ayala e Cabrera, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Josefa d’Óbidos&lt;/span&gt; (1630-1684), misto de poesia e sensações gustativas, num disciplinado rigor. Quentes tons e pinceladas de pétalas brancas sobre chão escuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-LtyTrOzvI/AAAAAAAAC70/bX-TDv8yQj8/s1600-h/Josefa+de+%C3%93bidos.+Natureza+morta,+Barros+e+cesto,+queijo+e+cerejas.+sem+data.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179963969960333042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-LtyTrOzvI/AAAAAAAAC70/bX-TDv8yQj8/s320/Josefa+de+%C3%93bidos.+Natureza+morta,+Barros+e+cesto,+queijo+e+cerejas.+sem+data.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filha do pintor &lt;em&gt;Baltazar Gomes Figueira&lt;/em&gt;, nasce em Espanha, mas cedo a família regressa a Óbidos, terra de seu pai. Com catorze anos vivia no Convento de Sant’Ana, em Coimbra, enquanto o pai trabalhava no altar-mor da Igreja da Graça. Embora destinada à vida religiosa, não a seguiu. Porém, a arte devocional faz parte dos seus trabalhos, que realizou para conventos e igrejas, e, Meninos Jesus e cordeiros pascais engrinaldados de flores, havendo sido, também, retratista da família real portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-LthzrOzuI/AAAAAAAAC7s/imOQgtLc_Pw/s1600-h/Josefa+d%27%C3%93bidos.+Natureza+Morta,+c.+1679,+Biblioteca+Anselmo+Braamcamp+Freire+de+Santar%C3%A9m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179963686492491490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-LthzrOzuI/AAAAAAAAC7s/imOQgtLc_Pw/s320/Josefa+d%27%C3%93bidos.+Natureza+Morta,+c.+1679,+Biblioteca+Anselmo+Braamcamp+Freire+de+Santar%C3%A9m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandemente influenciada pelo Barroco, os seus interesses são diversificados, estampa, gravura, barro e desenho de tecidos. É na gravura que realiza os primeiros trabalhos, datados de 1646. E a pintura, onde se lhe atribuem influências de &lt;em&gt;Zurbarán&lt;/em&gt;, católico, a quem vai buscar o tema do Cordeiro Pascal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-P-szrOz1I/AAAAAAAAC8k/cSIfaQaUAP0/s1600-h/Francisco+de+Zurbaran.+Agnus+Dei,+c.+1636-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180264042145435474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-P-szrOz1I/AAAAAAAAC8k/cSIfaQaUAP0/s320/Francisco+de+Zurbaran.+Agnus+Dei,+c.+1636-40.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Francisco de Zurbaran. &lt;em&gt;Agnus Dei&lt;/em&gt;, c. 1636-40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;à gravura holandesa, protestante; do seu padrinho sevilhano &lt;em&gt;Francisco de Herrera, el Viejo&lt;/em&gt;; as trevas de &lt;em&gt;Caravaggio&lt;/em&gt; ou a luz de &lt;em&gt;la Tour&lt;/em&gt;, os bodegones espanhóis de &lt;em&gt;Van der Hamen&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;Sánchez Cotán&lt;/em&gt; e as grinaldas de flores, estas originais em trabalhos conjuntos de Brueghel e Rubens &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(imagem abaixo)&lt;/span&gt;, divulgadas em Espanha nas primeiras décadas de seiscentos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-P9ejrOz0I/AAAAAAAAC8c/VVqimVD91Es/s1600-h/Jan+Brueghel+the+Elder+and+Peter+Paul+Rubens.+Madonna+in+Floral+Wreath,+c.+1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180262697820671810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-P9ejrOz0I/AAAAAAAAC8c/VVqimVD91Es/s320/Jan+Brueghel+the+Elder+and+Peter+Paul+Rubens.+Madonna+in+Floral+Wreath,+c.+1620.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan Brueghel the Elder and Peter Paul Rubens. &lt;em&gt;Madonna in Floral Wreath&lt;/em&gt;. c. 1620&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porém, o seu verdadeiro mestre foi o seu pai, sofrendo as influências das estampas ítalo-flamengas existentes na residência de Óbidos. Dado viver nesta localidade, a sua pintura não pode ser considerada como entretenimento da corte, nem tão-pouco mera distribuição ordenada de objectos, mas possuidora de um potencial simbólico, de que os jogos de palavras e conceitos do séc. XVII faziam parte. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josefa foi essencialmente ela mesma, intuitiva, curiosa e gentil, isenta de influências académicas. Pintora já muito disputada no seu tempo, Josefa é a liberdade de criar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" /&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-8702823485086706130?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/8702823485086706130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=8702823485086706130&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8702823485086706130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8702823485086706130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-LuezrOzwI/AAAAAAAAC78/hc2aj5v4k7E/s72-c/Josefa+d%27%C3%93bidos.+Menino+Jesus+Salvador+do+Mundo,+1673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-8447726495177011932</id><published>2008-03-10T21:21:00.020Z</published><updated>2011-04-02T19:02:33.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Roslin e o retrato</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-LzQDrOzyI/AAAAAAAAC8M/vSihuL7uehc/s1600-h/Alexandre+Roslin.+La+Comtesse+d%27Egmont+Pignatelli+en+costume+espagnol,+1763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179969978619580194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-LzQDrOzyI/AAAAAAAAC8M/vSihuL7uehc/s320/Alexandre+Roslin.+La+Comtesse+d%27Egmont+Pignatelli+en+costume+espagnol,+1763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9W-VeCfrII/AAAAAAAAC6M/4PLDD0_zAVc/s1600-h/roslin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176252622782311554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9W-VeCfrII/AAAAAAAAC6M/4PLDD0_zAVc/s320/roslin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retrato é mimesis, contrato de eternidade. Atravessa eras, escolas, estilos. O retrato soberano ou aristocrático é garante de poder. Ainda vaidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9Wv7-CfrBI/AAAAAAAAC5U/ZNnPx7_97OQ/s1600-h/947_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176236791532858386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9Wv7-CfrBI/AAAAAAAAC5U/ZNnPx7_97OQ/s320/947_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Piero de la Francesca &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1415-1492)&lt;/span&gt;, Ghirlandaio &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1449-1494)&lt;/span&gt;, Rafael &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1483-1520)&lt;/span&gt;, Leonardo &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1452-1519)&lt;/span&gt;, Ticiano &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1488-1576)&lt;/span&gt;, Caravaggio &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1571-1610)&lt;/span&gt;, Velasquez &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1599-1660)&lt;/span&gt;, Rubens &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1577-1640)&lt;/span&gt;, Frans Hals &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1581-1666)&lt;/span&gt;, Rembrant &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1606-1669)&lt;/span&gt;. Os Mestres. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Século XVIII. Um tempo em que as casas reais protegiam os artistas e cuidavam dos espíritos iluminados. O retratista sueco Roslin era o preferido da aristocracia europeia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9WpQeCfq-I/AAAAAAAAC48/fshMt4u35r0/s1600-h/Le+patron+de+forges+John+Jennings+(1729-1773)+avec+son+fr%C3%A8re+Frans+Jennings+(1735-1809),+et+sa+belle-s%C5%93ur+Jeanne-Elise+Trembley+(1744-apr%C3%A8s+1809),+1769..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176229447138782178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9WpQeCfq-I/AAAAAAAAC48/fshMt4u35r0/s320/Le+patron+de+forges+John+Jennings+(1729-1773)+avec+son+fr%C3%A8re+Frans+Jennings+(1735-1809),+et+sa+belle-s%C5%93ur+Jeanne-Elise+Trembley+(1744-apr%C3%A8s+1809),+1769..bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9XBOuCfrLI/AAAAAAAAC6k/dpnh9_vyr0c/s1600-h/C%C3%A9sar+de+Choiseul,+duc+de+Praslin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176255805353077938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9XBOuCfrLI/AAAAAAAAC6k/dpnh9_vyr0c/s320/C%C3%A9sar+de+Choiseul,+duc+de+Praslin.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curioso viajante, Roslin deixa a Suécia para percorrer a Europa. Trabalha para a corte de Bayreuth, em Itália descobre os trabalhos renascentistas, demora-se em Paris, onde a Académie o recebe encantada. Viena e São Petersburgo fazem ainda parte do seu caminhar, aqui chega a convite da csarina Catarina II. Ter o privilégio de ser por ele pintado dizia da representatividade do retratado na sociedade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9XCceCfrMI/AAAAAAAAC6s/OJ-JiRkpwzk/s1600-h/Zoie+Ghika,+princesse+moldave,+1777.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176257141087907010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9XCceCfrMI/AAAAAAAAC6s/OJ-JiRkpwzk/s320/Zoie+Ghika,+princesse+moldave,+1777.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9WnVOCfq7I/AAAAAAAAC4k/dl22ikfXn7M/s1600-h/Abel-Fran%C3%A7ois+Poisson+de+Vandi%C3%A8res,+marquis+de+Marigny.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176227329719905202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9WnVOCfq7I/AAAAAAAAC4k/dl22ikfXn7M/s320/Abel-Fran%C3%A7ois+Poisson+de+Vandi%C3%A8res,+marquis+de+Marigny.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mestre do pregueamento e bordado, exímio na pintura dos tecidos, o olhar das suas personagens diz, ainda, de quanto na alma lhes penetrava. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9WvfOCfrAI/AAAAAAAAC5M/Z9Z7g8Zj2z8/s1600-h/Henriette+Begouen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176236297611619330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R9WvfOCfrAI/AAAAAAAAC5M/Z9Z7g8Zj2z8/s320/Henriette+Begouen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandre Roslin &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(1718-1793)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-8447726495177011932?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/8447726495177011932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=8447726495177011932&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8447726495177011932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8447726495177011932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Roslin e o retrato'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R-LzQDrOzyI/AAAAAAAAC8M/vSihuL7uehc/s72-c/Alexandre+Roslin.+La+Comtesse+d%27Egmont+Pignatelli+en+costume+espagnol,+1763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-2653168036074060985</id><published>2008-02-26T22:41:00.013Z</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:41:09.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8Sa8VNaK2I/AAAAAAAAC1M/ATx1i_Ipf5I/s1600-h/PICT0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SZtFNaK0I/AAAAAAAAC08/QVImbmrPXw8/s1600-h/Ron_Mueck13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171427271899753282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SZtFNaK0I/AAAAAAAAC08/QVImbmrPXw8/s320/Ron_Mueck13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma discreta exuberância, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o quotidiano exacerbado, redimensionado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8ScjFNaK4I/AAAAAAAAC1c/i6HXM3aCHHY/s1600-h/Ron_Mueck12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171430398635944834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8ScjFNaK4I/AAAAAAAAC1c/i6HXM3aCHHY/s320/Ron_Mueck12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SbPlNaK3I/AAAAAAAAC1U/Bf-NIKn4uNw/s1600-h/PICT0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171428964116867954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SbPlNaK3I/AAAAAAAAC1U/Bf-NIKn4uNw/s320/PICT0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minucioso no pormenor, pele, poros, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quase reais, não fora o tamanho desmesurado, ou não, das suas figuras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SkE1NaK7I/AAAAAAAAC10/lKE84s9mMyM/s1600-h/Ron_Mueck10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171438675037924274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SkE1NaK7I/AAAAAAAAC10/lKE84s9mMyM/s320/Ron_Mueck10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SWYFNaKyI/AAAAAAAAC0s/jI35fgzxK8I/s1600-h/Ron+Mueck.+In+Bed,+2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171423612587617058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SWYFNaKyI/AAAAAAAAC0s/jI35fgzxK8I/s320/Ron+Mueck.+In+Bed,+2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ron Mueck&lt;/span&gt;, escultor do hiper-realismo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a ambígua relação entre o real e o artificial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SV5lNaKwI/AAAAAAAAC0c/euvll4U3AzI/s1600-h/Ron+Mueck.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SjU1NaK6I/AAAAAAAAC1s/uk9iXzobyTY/s1600-h/Ron+Mueck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171437850404203426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SjU1NaK6I/AAAAAAAAC1s/uk9iXzobyTY/s320/Ron+Mueck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a beleza do imperfeito, um tudo nada do belo-horrível&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o grotesco prendendo-nos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cada personagem tem uma história, uma vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um pensamento por detrás do olhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SaJlNaK1I/AAAAAAAAC1E/QMYP9MJkh7Y/s1600-h/Ron+Mueck.+detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171427761526025042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SaJlNaK1I/AAAAAAAAC1E/QMYP9MJkh7Y/s320/Ron+Mueck.+detail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-2653168036074060985?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/2653168036074060985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=2653168036074060985&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/2653168036074060985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/2653168036074060985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R8SZtFNaK0I/AAAAAAAAC08/QVImbmrPXw8/s72-c/Ron_Mueck13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-7832883934841542753</id><published>2008-02-15T00:01:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:41:27.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7ce0VNaKLI/AAAAAAAACvk/6rWklxqJ4fc/s1600-h/ZELDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167632981826349234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7ce0VNaKLI/AAAAAAAACvk/6rWklxqJ4fc/s320/ZELDA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody has ever measured &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not even poets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how much the human heart can told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7cf71NaKMI/AAAAAAAACvs/p0ZFmuOsGQI/s1600-h/Zelda+Fitzgerald,+Ballet+figures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167634210186995906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7cf71NaKMI/AAAAAAAACvs/p0ZFmuOsGQI/s320/Zelda+Fitzgerald,+Ballet+figures.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zelda Fitzgerald, &lt;em&gt;Ballet figures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela foi a musa dos Anos Jazz. Scott's muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7cglVNaKNI/AAAAAAAACv0/4lBTJqBapvE/s1600-h/Zelda+Fitzgerald.+Brooklyn+Bridge,+1944.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167634923151567058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7cglVNaKNI/AAAAAAAACv0/4lBTJqBapvE/s320/Zelda+Fitzgerald.+Brooklyn+Bridge,+1944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zelda Fitzgerald. &lt;em&gt;Brooklyn Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7ciBFNaKOI/AAAAAAAACv8/q4dUADEq80U/s1600-h/Zelda+Fitzgerald,+The+Queen%27s+Croquet-Ground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167636499404564706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7ciBFNaKOI/AAAAAAAACv8/q4dUADEq80U/s320/Zelda+Fitzgerald,+The+Queen%27s+Croquet-Ground.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zelda Fitzgerald. &lt;em&gt;The Queen's Croquet-Ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t want to live &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to love first and live incidentally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zelda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7ciiVNaKPI/AAAAAAAACwE/0T1S1ceB-gs/s1600-h/Zelda+Fitzgerald.+Marriage+at+Cana,+n.d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167637070635215090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7ciiVNaKPI/AAAAAAAACwE/0T1S1ceB-gs/s320/Zelda+Fitzgerald.+Marriage+at+Cana,+n.d.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zelda Fitzgerald. &lt;em&gt;Marriage at Cana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7cjTlNaKQI/AAAAAAAACwM/6wxsZp9VKb8/s1600-h/Zelda+Fitzgerald,+Times+Square,+1944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167637916743772418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7cjTlNaKQI/AAAAAAAACwM/6wxsZp9VKb8/s320/Zelda+Fitzgerald,+Times+Square,+1944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zelda Fitzgerald, &lt;em&gt;Times Square&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity and her flaming self-respect and it's this things I'd believe in even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all that she should be... I love her and that's the beginning and the end of it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7cjrlNaKRI/AAAAAAAACwU/wjLLZXTWd7E/s1600-h/fitzgerald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167638329060632850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7cjrlNaKRI/AAAAAAAACwU/wjLLZXTWd7E/s320/fitzgerald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;livres e rebeldes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;triunfos e tragédias&lt;br /&gt;letras&lt;br /&gt;tintas&lt;br /&gt;palavras&lt;br /&gt;telas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;luz... cor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american dreams&lt;br /&gt;winter dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the first time in years the tears were streaming down his face. But they were for himself now. He did not care about mouth and eyes and moving hands. He wanted to care, and he could not care. For he had gone away and he could never go back any more. The gates were closed, the sun was gone down, and there was no beauty but the gray beauty of steel that withstands all time. Even the grief he could have borne was left behind in the country of illusion, of youth, of the richness of life, where his winter dreams had flourished. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Scott, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in Winter Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-7832883934841542753?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/7832883934841542753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=7832883934841542753&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/7832883934841542753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/7832883934841542753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7ce0VNaKLI/AAAAAAAACvk/6rWklxqJ4fc/s72-c/ZELDA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-4273718486433807883</id><published>2008-02-03T23:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:41:48.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7TZwFNaKKI/AAAAAAAACvc/QX9oMpAu2Fo/s1600-h/Juan+Munoz.+Towards+the+Shadow,+1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166994092556167330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7TZwFNaKKI/AAAAAAAACvc/QX9oMpAu2Fo/s320/Juan+Munoz.+Towards+the+Shadow,+1998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RkvYv5WsI/AAAAAAAACnQ/V5BO2VPoPnU/s1600-h/Juan+Munoz.+Staring+at+Sea+I,+1997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162361838133402306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RkvYv5WsI/AAAAAAAACnQ/V5BO2VPoPnU/s320/Juan+Munoz.+Staring+at+Sea+I,+1997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há em &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Juan Muñoz&lt;/span&gt; um eu que se projecta em todos os outros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os outros a servirem de espelho do eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clonagem plástica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teatro. Narrativa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RjtYv5WqI/AAAAAAAACnA/35g_S2vtpu8/s1600-h/Juan+Munoz.+Two+seated+on+the+Wall,+2001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162360704262036130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RjtYv5WqI/AAAAAAAACnA/35g_S2vtpu8/s320/Juan+Munoz.+Two+seated+on+the+Wall,+2001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há apaziguamento. Porém surpresa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda desconcerto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RkCIv5WrI/AAAAAAAACnI/uC1dJXpyj-A/s1600-h/Juan+Munoz.+Hanging+Figures,+1997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162361060744321714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RkCIv5WrI/AAAAAAAACnI/uC1dJXpyj-A/s320/Juan+Munoz.+Hanging+Figures,+1997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;entre a ilusão e o real, todos iguais. Todos diferentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RjG4v5WpI/AAAAAAAACm4/j4zH6-6FwpY/s1600-h/Juan+Munoz.+Many+Times,+1999.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162360042837072530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RjG4v5WpI/AAAAAAAACm4/j4zH6-6FwpY/s320/Juan+Munoz.+Many+Times,+1999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mesma face, o mesmo sorriso, o mesmo silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RiqYv5WoI/AAAAAAAACmw/US5yTgvCoAA/s1600-h/Juan+Munoz.+Many+Times,+1999+(detalhe).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162359553210800770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RiqYv5WoI/AAAAAAAACmw/US5yTgvCoAA/s320/Juan+Munoz.+Many+Times,+1999+(detalhe).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o potencial e o enigma do gesto humano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorriso, sublimação do riso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RiTIv5WnI/AAAAAAAACmo/ovQr2aPE_nU/s1600-h/Juan+Munoz.+Many+Times,+1999+(detalhe2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162359153778842226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RiTIv5WnI/AAAAAAAACmo/ovQr2aPE_nU/s320/Juan+Munoz.+Many+Times,+1999+(detalhe2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o potencial do riso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;potencial de rir de si mesmo, de fazer o outro rir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6Rhv4v5WmI/AAAAAAAACmg/ek2UWFSte5A/s1600-h/Juan+Munoz.+Two+Seated+on+the+Wall,+2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162358548188453474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6Rhv4v5WmI/AAAAAAAACmg/ek2UWFSte5A/s320/Juan+Munoz.+Two+Seated+on+the+Wall,+2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inclusão e exclusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RhWIv5WlI/AAAAAAAACmY/doWHttEvGZE/s1600-h/Juan+Munoz.+Seated+Figures+with+Five+Drums,+1999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162358105806821970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RhWIv5WlI/AAAAAAAACmY/doWHttEvGZE/s320/Juan+Munoz.+Seated+Figures+with+Five+Drums,+1999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do seu trabalho, Muñoz disse...&lt;/span&gt; apenas um homem num quarto esperando o nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6Rgxov5WkI/AAAAAAAACmQ/d0vYoLVIfF8/s1600-h/Juan+Munoz.+The+Wasteland,+1887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162357478741596738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6Rgxov5WkI/AAAAAAAACmQ/d0vYoLVIfF8/s320/Juan+Munoz.+The+Wasteland,+1887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Juan Muñoz&lt;/span&gt;, 1953-2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RgCIv5WjI/AAAAAAAACmI/MJ93BdPFHbU/s1600-h/Juan+Munoz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162356662697810482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6RgCIv5WjI/AAAAAAAACmI/MJ93BdPFHbU/s320/Juan+Munoz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;towards the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Londres, &lt;em&gt;Tate Modern&lt;/em&gt;. Até 27 de Abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layout" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/gif/books/books_36.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/Images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-4273718486433807883?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/4273718486433807883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=4273718486433807883&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/4273718486433807883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/4273718486433807883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R7TZwFNaKKI/AAAAAAAACvc/QX9oMpAu2Fo/s72-c/Juan+Munoz.+Towards+the+Shadow,+1998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-8044976618459351909</id><published>2008-01-30T00:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:34:36.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6ZfUIv5WuI/AAAAAAAACng/Bc4YL5sryP0/s1600-h/Louise%2BBourgeois,%2BFemme%2BCouteau,%2B2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162918822377249506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6ZfUIv5WuI/AAAAAAAACng/Bc4YL5sryP0/s320/Louise%2BBourgeois,%2BFemme%2BCouteau,%2B2002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1E4rrIDNjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ouSCOIrCXRU/s1600-R/Louise+Bourgeois.+Arch+of+Hysteria,+1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138950972768466482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1E4rrIDNjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RRiGd8nvAdY/s320/Louise+Bourgeois.+Arch+of+Hysteria,+1993.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1E4hLIDNiI/AAAAAAAAACI/1OWZj5YGDKI/s1600-R/Louise+Bourgeois,+Untitled,+1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138950792379840034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1E4hLIDNiI/AAAAAAAAACI/YZCk0xnmJwA/s320/Louise+Bourgeois,+Untitled,+1996.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For me, sculpture is the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My body is my sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I was growing up,&lt;/span&gt; all the women in my house were using needles. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have always had a fascination with the needle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the magic power of the needle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The needle is used to&lt;/span&gt; repair the damage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's a claim to forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1E4LrIDNgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nk36V4MlpAk/s1600-R/Louise+Bourgeois,+Spiral+Woman,+2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138950423012652546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1E4LrIDNgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sVd9MHisNRg/s320/Louise+Bourgeois,+Spiral+Woman,+2003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Louise Bourgeois. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5_OFov5WiI/AAAAAAAACmA/AJ0PMtdmYQQ/s1600-h/louise+burgeois.+Seven+in+a+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161070294222854690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5_OFov5WiI/AAAAAAAACmA/AJ0PMtdmYQQ/s320/louise+burgeois.+Seven+in+a+bed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louise bourgeois. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;paris, 1911&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1E4BbIDNfI/AAAAAAAAABw/-vwzjKL9buE/s1600-R/art21-bourgeois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138950246918993394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1E4BbIDNfI/AAAAAAAAABw/VXw5EwQjNiA/s320/art21-bourgeois.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1E32bIDNeI/AAAAAAAAABo/UQvEGHlhunY/s1600-R/Louise+Bourgeois,+Spiral+Woman,+2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-8044976618459351909?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/8044976618459351909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=8044976618459351909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8044976618459351909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8044976618459351909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-me-sculpture-is-body.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R6ZfUIv5WuI/AAAAAAAACng/Bc4YL5sryP0/s72-c/Louise%2BBourgeois,%2BFemme%2BCouteau,%2B2002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-8378906604128453788</id><published>2008-01-19T01:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:42:43.822Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FeICXR9fI/AAAAAAAACiE/FJT1FES871Q/s1600-h/Jack+Vettriano.+Incident+on+a+Promenade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157006540482409970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FeICXR9fI/AAAAAAAACiE/FJT1FES871Q/s320/Jack+Vettriano.+Incident+on+a+Promenade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FaPiXR9eI/AAAAAAAACh8/ypc2y5gZZE0/s1600-h/Jack+Vettriano.+Incident+on+a+Promenade.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;tropeçar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FZzyXR9dI/AAAAAAAACh0/G3lUFp0JQaQ/s1600-h/Jack+Vettriano.+In+the+heat+of+the+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157001794543547858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FZzyXR9dI/AAAAAAAACh0/G3lUFp0JQaQ/s320/Jack+Vettriano.+In+the+heat+of+the+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agarrar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por equívoco,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vidas iguais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQZCgZso1pI/AAAAAAAAEiE/pnjFzVGJYRc/s1600-h/Jack+Vettriano.+The+Model+and+the+Drifter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261966339050362514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQZCgZso1pI/AAAAAAAAEiE/pnjFzVGJYRc/s320/Jack+Vettriano.+The+Model+and+the+Drifter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;o usual em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;inusitados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;contextos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQZDF8yYfnI/AAAAAAAAEiM/a2CKUweGr6w/s1600-h/Jack+Vettriano.+Elegy+for+the+Dead+Admiral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261966984124857970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQZDF8yYfnI/AAAAAAAAEiM/a2CKUweGr6w/s320/Jack+Vettriano.+Elegy+for+the+Dead+Admiral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/SQZCgZso1pI/AAAAAAAAEiE/pnjFzVGJYRc/s1600-h/Jack+Vettriano.+The+Model+and+the+Drifter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;story teller&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Vettriano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&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/3739177885107483554-8378906604128453788?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/8378906604128453788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=8378906604128453788&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8378906604128453788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8378906604128453788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FeICXR9fI/AAAAAAAACiE/FJT1FES871Q/s72-c/Jack+Vettriano.+Incident+on+a+Promenade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-3621065276985425323</id><published>2008-01-14T01:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T02:36:44.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FhniXR9gI/AAAAAAAACiM/fTVZKKJxmrM/s1600-h/Merchant+Of+Dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157010380183172610" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R4q7QSXR9EI/AAAAAAAACes/ibjigW0Db6c/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a candura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R4q7FCXR9DI/AAAAAAAACek/77zq5eIfT3c/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155138418687210546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R4q7FCXR9DI/AAAAAAAACek/77zq5eIfT3c/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enigmáticas e serenas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R4q6sCXR9CI/AAAAAAAACec/8HSx9QyMsys/s1600-h/Bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155137989190480930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R4q6sCXR9CI/AAAAAAAACec/8HSx9QyMsys/s320/Bubbles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as meninas/mulheres de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R4q6CCXR9BI/AAAAAAAACeU/H5Kcmdrn5kY/s1600-h/final+destination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155137267635975186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R4q6CCXR9BI/AAAAAAAACeU/H5Kcmdrn5kY/s320/final+destination.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;num mesmo tempo bizarras, provocadoras, sensíveis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R4q5OSXR8-I/AAAAAAAACd8/clBIl1W9Fzc/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155136378577744866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R4q5OSXR8-I/AAAAAAAACd8/clBIl1W9Fzc/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;universo onírico, ficcionado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R4q4RCXR88I/AAAAAAAACds/P_Wla6HJogU/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155135326310757314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R4q4RCXR88I/AAAAAAAACds/P_Wla6HJogU/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de quietude e inquietude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R4q2wiXR86I/AAAAAAAACdc/NllQKO1XKe8/s1600-h/24.bmp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155133668453381026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R4q2wiXR86I/AAAAAAAACdc/NllQKO1XKe8/s320/24.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/3739177885107483554-3621065276985425323?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/3621065276985425323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=3621065276985425323&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/3621065276985425323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/3621065276985425323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FhniXR9gI/AAAAAAAACiM/fTVZKKJxmrM/s72-c/Merchant+Of+Dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-7827252066154362507</id><published>2008-01-10T22:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T03:04:30.505Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FmqSXR9mI/AAAAAAAACi8/X7yCiV1IszI/s1600-h/Edward+Hopper.+New+York+Movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157015924985951842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FmqSXR9mI/AAAAAAAACi8/X7yCiV1IszI/s320/Edward+Hopper.+New+York+Movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;moods and places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FmTCXR9kI/AAAAAAAACis/I4e8yszx09k/s1600-h/edward+hopper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157015525553993282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FmTCXR9kI/AAAAAAAACis/I4e8yszx09k/s320/edward+hopper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FmHCXR9jI/AAAAAAAACik/-YWLuvSSb8o/s1600-h/edward+hopper.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ordinary places common places&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Solitary pleasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FlMSXR9iI/AAAAAAAACic/xvZW9H2OtSU/s1600-h/Edward+Hopper+(1882+-+1967),+Chop+Suey,+1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157014310078248482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FlMSXR9iI/AAAAAAAACic/xvZW9H2OtSU/s320/Edward+Hopper+(1882+-+1967),+Chop+Suey,+1929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1FPELIDNqI/AAAAAAAAADM/xBs91XADhHs/s1600-R/Edward+Hopper+(1882+-+1967),+Chop+Suey,+1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He is the most american&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of painters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1FOzbIDNoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H_duj1d0OEg/s1600-R/Edward+Hopper,+Caoe+Code+Evening,+1939.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Edward Hopper&lt;/span&gt;, 1882 – 1967&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/3739177885107483554-7827252066154362507?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/7827252066154362507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=7827252066154362507&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/7827252066154362507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/7827252066154362507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R5FmqSXR9mI/AAAAAAAACi8/X7yCiV1IszI/s72-c/Edward+Hopper.+New+York+Movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-5526666852256694882</id><published>2008-01-06T01:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T02:08:50.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Tamara de Lempicka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1FlPrIDNtI/AAAAAAAAADo/0jaBwn4kjwk/s1600-R/Tamara+Lempicka.+Autoportrait,+1925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138999969755379410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1FlPrIDNtI/AAAAAAAAADo/jq9Lo-U0ajo/s320/Tamara+Lempicka.+Autoportrait,+1925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rules of normal society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;don’t apply in the margins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1FlKrIDNsI/AAAAAAAAADg/WaWdmRTqSRc/s1600-R/Tamara+Lempicka.+Groupe+de+Quatre+Nus..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138999883856033474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1FlKrIDNsI/AAAAAAAAADg/MO9N5QTbo_8/s320/Tamara+Lempicka.+Groupe+de+Quatre+Nus..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1FlGbIDNrI/AAAAAAAAADY/n_UVg0kPSSY/s1600-R/Tamara+Lempicka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138999810841589426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1FlGbIDNrI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q6K7-DBOGz8/s320/Tamara+Lempicka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I live life &lt;strong&gt;in the margins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamara de Lempicka, 1898-1980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-5526666852256694882?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/5526666852256694882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=5526666852256694882&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5526666852256694882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5526666852256694882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2008/01/tamara-de-lempicka.html' title='Tamara de Lempicka'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXlLvpGlImY/R1FlPrIDNtI/AAAAAAAAADo/jq9Lo-U0ajo/s72-c/Tamara+Lempicka.+Autoportrait,+1925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-6100528555733403177</id><published>2007-12-18T15:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:37:26.939Z</updated><title type='text'>MensageM de NataL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R2QSa2NAfAI/AAAAAAAACRg/l3ML4u3__6U/s1600-h/Lukas+Cranach,+1510-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144256926799920130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R2QSa2NAfAI/AAAAAAAACRg/l3ML4u3__6U/s320/Lukas+Cranach,+1510-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alemão, Mestre do Renascimento, pintor de Wittenberg, onde passou a maior parte da vida, pintor de Lutero e da corte, cujos trabalhos religiosos foram também muitos, &lt;em&gt;LuKas Cranach&lt;/em&gt; é o olhar detendo-se sobre o dramático e o conflito. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é tempo de Natividade, trago as Virgens, Mães e Meninos de Cranach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R2QRmGNAe9I/AAAAAAAACRI/IQS2XLaSZcI/s1600-h/Lukas+Cranach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144256020561820626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R2QRmGNAe9I/AAAAAAAACRI/IQS2XLaSZcI/s320/Lukas+Cranach2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; v&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R2QRaWNAe8I/AAAAAAAACRA/KozQzLUsgKc/s1600-h/Lukas+Cranach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144255818698357698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R2QRaWNAe8I/AAAAAAAACRA/KozQzLUsgKc/s320/Lukas+Cranach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lukas Cranach, O Velho&lt;br /&gt;(1472-1553)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/3739177885107483554-6100528555733403177?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/6100528555733403177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=6100528555733403177&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6100528555733403177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6100528555733403177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='MensageM de NataL'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R2QSa2NAfAI/AAAAAAAACRg/l3ML4u3__6U/s72-c/Lukas+Cranach,+1510-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-6515579813330982959</id><published>2007-11-30T02:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:35:51.344+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pintar a Inocência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09xo4VO9BI/AAAAAAAACO4/5wEfl9t4oXU/s1600-R/LONDRESmaio07+380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138450646983177234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09xo4VO9BI/AAAAAAAACO4/tf3RTuuEAzM/s320/LONDRESmaio07+380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O retrato é, desde o Renascimento, o meio de representação do carácter psicológico. Assim como à infância se dava pouca importância, as crianças eram consideradas insignificantes. Mera fase necessária a ser vivida para chegar à idade adulta, as crianças importavam enquanto promessa de futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os retratos de meninos e meninas, onde o vestir não é, por vezes, diferente do dos adultos, mostram a frescura e candura da inocência. Atentos à sua sensibilidade e personalidade, os pintores que os registaram mudaram, para sempre, a percepção da infância. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nas imagens que se seguem, as crianças não surgem como acompanhantes de adultos, mas como indivíduos, dotados de carácter. Não são secundários pequenos seres em crescimento. As imagens dignificam-nos. E não terão sido fáceis de realizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Retrato é mostra de personalidade, e a personalidade infantil é labiríntica. Algo irracional, a criança tem amigos imaginários, inventa-se em universos utópicos ou enganosos. Pintá-la, é penetrar no seu espírito, nas suas inúmeras entidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O século dezoito inglês foi o que mais se dedicou a este labor, seria seguido por toda a Europa. Antes, porém, Velásquez, Miguel Ângelo, Hans Holbein, Agnolo Bronzino, e tantos outros, haviam retratado os pequenos seres.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inicialmente, apenas a realeza e nobreza se podiam dar a este luxo, havendo depois a burguesia representado um cliente valoroso. Com o tempo, tal ensejo alargou-se a todas as classes sociais, sendo a criança abandonada e da rua uma personalidade que cativaria o artista.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09xe4VO9AI/AAAAAAAACOw/EpMJKWTvyf0/s1600-R/William+Beechey.+The+Oddie+Children,+1789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138450475184485378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09xe4VO9AI/AAAAAAAACOw/oCNvr196aGI/s320/William+Beechey.+The+Oddie+Children,+1789.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Beechey. &lt;em&gt;The Oddie Children&lt;/em&gt;, 1789&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09xXYVO8_I/AAAAAAAACOo/zdqlNZNFdcc/s1600-R/Agnolo+Bronzino.+Giovanni+de+Medici,+1549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138450346335466482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09xXYVO8_I/AAAAAAAACOo/g6dmuxec2EU/s320/Agnolo+Bronzino.+Giovanni+de+Medici,+1549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agnolo Bronzino. &lt;em&gt;Giovanni de Medici&lt;/em&gt;, 1549&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09xToVO8-I/AAAAAAAACOg/ZwzCcVHj89g/s1600-R/Thomas+Gainsborough.+Master+John+Truman-Villebois+and+his+brother+Henry+c.+1783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138450281910957026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09xToVO8-I/AAAAAAAACOg/XeqKeWCaRIY/s320/Thomas+Gainsborough.+Master+John+Truman-Villebois+and+his+brother+Henry+c.+1783.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thomas Gainsborough. &lt;em&gt;Master John Truman-Villebois and his brother Henry,&lt;/em&gt; c. 1783&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09xMYVO89I/AAAAAAAACOY/CR90CAhiBxk/s1600-R/Agnolo+Bronzino.+Bia,+the+Illegitimate+Daughter+of+Cosimo+I+de+Medici,+1542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138450157356905426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09xMYVO89I/AAAAAAAACOY/tzuykTCbw0A/s320/Agnolo+Bronzino.+Bia,+the+Illegitimate+Daughter+of+Cosimo+I+de+Medici,+1542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agnolo Bronzino. &lt;em&gt;Bia, the Illegitimate Daughter of Cosimo I de Medici&lt;/em&gt;, 1542&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09xFYVO88I/AAAAAAAACOQ/NbW9aQ_in7c/s1600-R/Friedrich+von+Amerling.+A+Fisherboy,+1830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138450037097821122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09xFYVO88I/AAAAAAAACOQ/mUqC6Fwcyns/s320/Friedrich+von+Amerling.+A+Fisherboy,+1830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friedrich von Amerling. &lt;em&gt;A Fisherboy&lt;/em&gt;, 1830&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09w2YVO86I/AAAAAAAACOA/5JGvJb6vgb8/s1600-R/Anthony+van+Dick.+Clelia+Cattaneo,+Daughter+of+Marchesa+Elena+Grimaldi..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138449779399783330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09w2YVO86I/AAAAAAAACOA/DAPvJjp40FQ/s320/Anthony+van+Dick.+Clelia+Cattaneo,+Daughter+of+Marchesa+Elena+Grimaldi..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anthony van Dyck. &lt;em&gt;The Balbi Children&lt;/em&gt;, c 1625-1627&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09wvoVO85I/AAAAAAAACN4/0jW4ti_tUM4/s1600-R/edward-vi-holbein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138449663435666322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09wvoVO85I/AAAAAAAACN4/jqtQ8B5bZgo/s320/edward-vi-holbein.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hans Holbein. &lt;em&gt;Edouard VII as a Child&lt;/em&gt;, 1538&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09wnIVO84I/AAAAAAAACNw/U706tEJmsF0/s1600-R/Elisabeth+Vig%C3%A9e+Le+Brun.+Maria+Christina+of+Bourbon-Naples,+1790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138449517406778242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09wnIVO84I/AAAAAAAACNw/Q3HsQBzc6VI/s320/Elisabeth+Vig%C3%A9e+Le+Brun.+Maria+Christina+of+Bourbon-Naples,+1790.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elisabeth Vigée Le Brun. &lt;em&gt;Maria Christina of Bourbon-Naples&lt;/em&gt;, 1790&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09wN4VO83I/AAAAAAAACNo/JjcvJqlsUBs/s1600-R/Henri+Raeburn.+James+and+John+Lee+Allen+(The+Allen+Brothers),+c+1790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138449083615081330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09wN4VO83I/AAAAAAAACNo/QgOeYT4YIhI/s320/Henri+Raeburn.+James+and+John+Lee+Allen+(The+Allen+Brothers),+c+1790.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henri Raeburn. &lt;em&gt;James and John Lee Allen&lt;/em&gt; (The Allen Brothers), c 1790&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-6515579813330982959?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/6515579813330982959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=6515579813330982959&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6515579813330982959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6515579813330982959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/11/pintar-inocncia.html' title='Pintar a Inocência'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R09xo4VO9BI/AAAAAAAACO4/tf3RTuuEAzM/s72-c/LONDRESmaio07+380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-8973119101417737349</id><published>2007-11-26T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:49:21.289Z</updated><title type='text'>ao Palácio da Ajuda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tMhoVO8yI/AAAAAAAACNA/08foo3_IZCA/s1600-h/Georges+Becker.+Coroa%C3%A7%C3%A3o+do+Imperador+Alexander+III+e+Imperatriz+Mariia+Feodorovna,+1883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137283940592055074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tMhoVO8yI/AAAAAAAACNA/08foo3_IZCA/s320/Georges+Becker.+Coroa%C3%A7%C3%A3o+do+Imperador+Alexander+III+e+Imperatriz+Mariia+Feodorovna,+1883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ao Palácio da Ajuda, a mostra Hermitage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O quadro acima, por si só, justificaria a visita a esta exposição. Exímio no traço e no detalhe, as personagens, rostos, vestuário e adereços são de tal modo perfeitos, que, perante eles, a arte fotográfica se verga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tK5oVO8xI/AAAAAAAACM4/NYLoP-D_3sg/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137282153885659922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tK5oVO8xI/AAAAAAAACM4/NYLoP-D_3sg/s320/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; detalhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tKs4VO8wI/AAAAAAAACMw/I86zMkhJlvY/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137281934842327810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tKs4VO8wI/AAAAAAAACMw/I86zMkhJlvY/s320/104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;novo detalhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Georges Becker. &lt;em&gt;Coroação do Imperador Alexander III e Imperatriz Mariia Feodorovna&lt;/em&gt;, 1883&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;encontra-se na sala dedicada&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ao trono&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", este montado sobre estrado vermelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tKQYVO8uI/AAAAAAAACMg/bG2pd5DA4f0/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137281445216056034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tKQYVO8uI/AAAAAAAACMg/bG2pd5DA4f0/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seguindo um percurso cronológico, a exposição parte de &lt;em&gt;Pedro, O Grande&lt;/em&gt;, fundador de São Petersburgo, do qual constam retratos e objectos pessoais, dizendo do seu gosto pela medicina e ciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tJ94VO8tI/AAAAAAAACMY/qfQeMx3QKKg/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137281127388476114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tJ94VO8tI/AAAAAAAACMY/qfQeMx3QKKg/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fabulosas peças, como a reprodução miniatura das coroas imperiais, por&lt;/span&gt; Fabergé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tJroVO8sI/AAAAAAAACMQ/WyfoGWlaVxA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137280813855863490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tJroVO8sI/AAAAAAAACMQ/WyfoGWlaVxA/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Elemento fundamental da exposição, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a pintura&lt;/span&gt;. Retratos da família imperial, de figuras históricas ou imagens da cidade de São Petersburgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tJhIVO8rI/AAAAAAAACMI/WMk8tEMyK3I/s1600-h/At.+Desc.+Menino+da+Fam%C3%ADlia,++Terlikov+1860-70.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137280633467237042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tJhIVO8rI/AAAAAAAACMI/WMk8tEMyK3I/s320/At.+Desc.+Menino+da+Fam%C3%ADlia,++Terlikov+1860-70.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;autor desconhecido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menino da Família Terlikov&lt;/em&gt;, 1860-70. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Este menino, com os seus brinquedos, deliciou-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de igual modo que o quadro abaixo, porque vivo é o olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tJaoVO8qI/AAAAAAAACMA/Nbux1kha40I/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137280521798087330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tJaoVO8qI/AAAAAAAACMA/Nbux1kha40I/s320/095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;deixo, para último, a belissima&lt;/span&gt; Princesa &lt;em&gt;Zinaida Yusupova&lt;/em&gt;, 1894, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;por &lt;/span&gt;François Flamery &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um dos mais belos rostos de mulher que já vi. Demorei-me, imaginando-a, entre veludos e sedas, resplandecendo em salões dourados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tEoIVO8pI/AAAAAAAACL4/hFKj3icjX1g/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137275256168182418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tEoIVO8pI/AAAAAAAACL4/hFKj3icjX1g/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sala dos Embaixadores remata a exposição. Mesa com nobre baixela em bronze reconstituindo banquete na corte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De &lt;em&gt;Pedro, o Grande&lt;/em&gt;, a exposição viaja pelos vários reinados até ao último dos Romanov, &lt;em&gt;Nicolau II&lt;/em&gt;. Surpreendente. Pelo número e qualidade das peças vindas. Pelos magníficos restauros que lhes conferem brilho e esplendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Arte e Cultura do Império Russo nas Colecções do hermitage - de Pedro, O Grande a Nicolau II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Galeria D. Luís I, &lt;em&gt;Palácio Nacional da Ajuda&lt;/em&gt; até 17 de Fevereiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvitra-se a eventual abertura de um pólo Hermitage em Lisboa, à semelhança dos de Londres, Amesterdão e Las Vegas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/3739177885107483554-8973119101417737349?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/8973119101417737349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=8973119101417737349&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8973119101417737349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8973119101417737349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/11/ao-palcio-da-ajuda.html' title='ao Palácio da Ajuda'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/R0tMhoVO8yI/AAAAAAAACNA/08foo3_IZCA/s72-c/Georges+Becker.+Coroa%C3%A7%C3%A3o+do+Imperador+Alexander+III+e+Imperatriz+Mariia+Feodorovna,+1883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-6946644195411807647</id><published>2007-11-17T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T17:23:26.264Z</updated><title type='text'>Todas as Alices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133836073990811954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8MtYVO8TI/AAAAAAAACJM/ElQ73MKfJfc/s320/painel6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8GooVO8RI/AAAAAAAACI8/5-VkGXrd2-0/s1600-h/n16400_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829395316666642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8GooVO8RI/AAAAAAAACI8/5-VkGXrd2-0/s320/n16400_std.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hábeis mãos ou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ágil pensamento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quaisquer elas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonham.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8GXoVO8QI/AAAAAAAACI0/8ovza2-bJSQ/s1600-h/L%27atelier+des+couturi%C3%A8res.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133829103258890498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8GXoVO8QI/AAAAAAAACI0/8ovza2-bJSQ/s320/L%27atelier+des+couturi%C3%A8res.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alice é uma personagem-telescópio.&lt;br /&gt;Um telescópio, para existir, precisa de uma paisagem; a função do telescópio é unir-se à paisagem e tirar dela toda a paisaginidade para cada uma das cartilagens de que ele, telescópio, é feito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8GC4VO8PI/AAAAAAAACIs/80UKpQbwFQs/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133828746776604914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8GC4VO8PI/AAAAAAAACIs/80UKpQbwFQs/s320/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um telescópio sente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8F-YVO8OI/AAAAAAAACIk/SQnpMKbU3qk/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133828669467193570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8F-YVO8OI/AAAAAAAACIk/SQnpMKbU3qk/s320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sente toda a paisagem a avançar-lhe por dentro, entrar-lhe nas entranhas e provocar tempestades ilimitadas quentes em que tudo se transforma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8F14VO8NI/AAAAAAAACIc/9z8gN69lrk4/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133828523438305490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8F14VO8NI/AAAAAAAACIc/9z8gN69lrk4/s320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com um telescópio pensa-se em ti e aprendemos a regular as medidas de entrar no conhecimento da tua paisagem longinquamente fundida numa distância onde doeu tanto para chegarmos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8Fo4VO8MI/AAAAAAAACIU/32aJ_m2AIus/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133828300100006082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8Fo4VO8MI/AAAAAAAACIU/32aJ_m2AIus/s320/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando estivermos exactos no amor, quem saberá onde começa a paisagem e onde acaba o telescópio em que o tu-paisagem se vem pôr a amar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8FlYVO8LI/AAAAAAAACIM/CS0NzMdzxdw/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133828239970463922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8FlYVO8LI/AAAAAAAACIM/CS0NzMdzxdw/s320/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8FfoVO8KI/AAAAAAAACIE/LRTm9_BqGg0/s1600-h/painel6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Texto, &lt;em&gt;Aventuras de Alice no País das Maravilhas&lt;/em&gt;, Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;-introdução ou átrio-&lt;br /&gt;Ed. Afrodite, Porto, 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João Concha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imagens (1, 4 a 8)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desenhos e Colagens, a tinta da china. Sem título.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alicessemtitulo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://alicessemtitulo.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8FPYVO8II/AAAAAAAACH0/M3adoD3Lxp8/s1600-h/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133827862013341826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8FPYVO8II/AAAAAAAACH0/M3adoD3Lxp8/s320/45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/3739177885107483554-6946644195411807647?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/6946644195411807647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=6946644195411807647&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6946644195411807647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6946644195411807647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/11/todas-as-alices.html' title='Todas as Alices'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rz8MtYVO8TI/AAAAAAAACJM/ElQ73MKfJfc/s72-c/painel6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-6543575517925795755</id><published>2007-10-27T02:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T01:01:38.986Z</updated><title type='text'>Olhares Impudicos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RyKbdBP6SMI/AAAAAAAACDI/pldtujveFSE/s1600-h/Picasso,+Les+Demoiselles+d%27Avignon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125830248754727106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RyKbdBP6SMI/AAAAAAAACDI/pldtujveFSE/s320/Picasso,+Les+Demoiselles+d%27Avignon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A moça mostrava a coxa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a moça mostrava a nádega,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RyKbWxP6SLI/AAAAAAAACDA/FUrAgwQuFKs/s1600-h/Edouard-Manet,+Olympia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125830141380544690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RyKbWxP6SLI/AAAAAAAACDA/FUrAgwQuFKs/s320/Edouard-Manet,+Olympia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só não mostrava aquilo- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;concha, berilo, esmeralda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se entreabre, quatrifólio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e encerra o gozo mais lauto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquela zona hiperbórea,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;misto de mel e de asfalto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Drummond de Andrade, in &lt;em&gt;O Amor Natural&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Picasso, &lt;em&gt;Les Demoiselles d'Avignon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Manet, &lt;em&gt;Olympia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-6543575517925795755?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/6543575517925795755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=6543575517925795755&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6543575517925795755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6543575517925795755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/10/olhares-impdicos.html' title='Olhares Impudicos'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RyKbdBP6SMI/AAAAAAAACDI/pldtujveFSE/s72-c/Picasso,+Les+Demoiselles+d%27Avignon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-8860556805700086956</id><published>2007-10-14T02:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T03:15:16.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Interseccionismo e do Cubismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RxF1GzLOuJI/AAAAAAAACBw/In0r3T49e_o/s1600-h/Violcand[1].jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121003010973939858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RxF1GzLOuJI/AAAAAAAACBw/In0r3T49e_o/s320/Violcand%5B1%5D.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHUVA OBLÍQUA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Atravessa esta paisagem o meu sonho dum porto infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E a cor das flores é transparente de as velas de grandes navios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Que largam do cais arrastando nas águas por sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Os vultos ao sol daquelas árvores antigas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O porto que sonho é sombrio e pálido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E esta paisagem é cheia de sol deste lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mas no meu espírito o sol deste dia é porto sombrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E os navios que saem do porto são estas árvores ao sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Liberto em duplo, abandonei-me da paisagem abaixo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O vulto do cais é a estrada nítida e calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Que se levanta e se ergue como um muro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E os navios passam por dentro dos troncos das árvores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Com uma horizontalidade vertical,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E deixam cair amarras na água pelas folhas uma a uma dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Todo o teatro é o meu quintal, a minha infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Está em todos os lugares, e a bola vem a tocar música,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Uma música triste e vaga que passeia no meu quintal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Vestida de cão verde tornando-se jockey amarelo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Tão rápida gira a bola entre mim e os músicos...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in &lt;em&gt;Chuva Oblíqua&lt;/em&gt;, Fernando Pessoa, 1914&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Violin and Candlestick&lt;/em&gt;, Georges Braque, 1910&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paisagem ensolarada.porto sombrio e pálido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a horizontalidade.das águas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a verticalidade.das árvores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;os navios que saem do porto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;são aquelas árvores ao sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;linhas oblíquas sobre a horizontalidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imagens móveis.coloridas.luminosas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;texto-viagem.a viagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recuperação de infância, paisagem interior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;todo o teatro é o meu quintal, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a minha infância&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;todo o teatro é um muro branco de música&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os versos caminhando num dehors-dedans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do quarto onde se escreve para o sonho que se sonha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a cor.círculo de sonho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rotações confusas de cães verdes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e cavalos azuis e jockeis amarelos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jogos de terra e mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jogos de sombra e luz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lugares de dentro e fora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o sonho.e a música &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cada sensação… um cubo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a estética cubista, assente na intersecção significativa de planos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a linguagem geométrica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E Braque. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as formas cúbicas, a intersecção das cores &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o volume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cubos.poliedros.esferas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os objectos como os pensamos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Braque falando para a poesia e a música&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the senses deform &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the mind forms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;work to perfect the mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Georges Braque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-8860556805700086956?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RxF1GzLOuJI/AAAAAAAACBw/In0r3T49e_o/s72-c/Violcand%5B1%5D.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-1079171046510178556</id><published>2007-10-08T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:53:26.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De Gioconda a Quixote, (sor)riso(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o sorriso, o riso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwrOCFRuDYI/AAAAAAAAB9I/LBDQWm3N-F8/s1600-h/388px-Mona_Lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119130461631548802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwrOCFRuDYI/AAAAAAAAB9I/LBDQWm3N-F8/s320/388px-Mona_Lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwrN9lRuDXI/AAAAAAAAB9A/AiFjktZz7Ro/s1600-h/01025_honore_daumier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119130384322137458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwrN9lRuDXI/AAAAAAAAB9A/AiFjktZz7Ro/s320/01025_honore_daumier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A misteriosa dama&lt;br /&gt;O engenhoso fidalgo&lt;br /&gt;confrontos de passado e presente&lt;br /&gt;real e ideal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;a inocência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o olhar a viajar&lt;br /&gt;o ensejo de descobrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;absurdos e absolutos&lt;br /&gt;perturbantes mistérios&lt;br /&gt;au-delà do que a vista alcança, au-delà da mente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;o lugar do privilégio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loucura,&lt;br /&gt;porque ténue é a fronteira &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entre a sanidade e a insanidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;heróis das nossas pessoais novelas&lt;br /&gt;essências e inocências&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enigmáticos sorrisos, cavaleiros andantes&lt;br /&gt;assim somos&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* imagens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La Gioconda&lt;/em&gt;, Leonardo da Vinci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;D. Quixote&lt;/em&gt;, Daumier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/3739177885107483554-1079171046510178556?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/1079171046510178556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=1079171046510178556&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/1079171046510178556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/1079171046510178556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/10/de-gioconda-quixote-sorrisos.html' title='De Gioconda a Quixote, (sor)riso(s)'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwrOCFRuDYI/AAAAAAAAB9I/LBDQWm3N-F8/s72-c/388px-Mona_Lisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-406597401863088086</id><published>2007-10-02T01:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T19:04:09.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guildas e Academias, Casas do Saber</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwGpY1RuDQI/AAAAAAAAB8A/HUMuNBeRuDw/s1600-h/Frans+Francken+II.+Art+Room,+1636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116556895752948994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwGpY1RuDQI/AAAAAAAAB8A/HUMuNBeRuDw/s320/Frans+Francken+II.+Art+Room,+1636.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frans Francken II. &lt;em&gt;Art Room&lt;/em&gt;, 1636 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guilda de São Lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; deve o seu nome a São Lucas, padroeiro dos artistas, que terá pintado a Virgem. Foi a guilda mais famosa do seu tempo, existindo várias nos Países Baixos [Antuérpia, Haarlem, Bruges]. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ela pertenciam pintores, escultores e outros artistas plásticos, bem como artistas de outras artes, e ainda comerciantes e amantes de arte que funcionavam enquanto patronos. Outras guildas incluíam bordadeiras e outras artes manuais. A primeira Guilda de São Lucas foi criada, em 1382, em Antuérpia, seguindo-se-lhe Bruges, 1453. As escolas holandesa e inglesa guiavam-se pelo sistema da guilda de regra e educação, as italiana e francesa criaram academias de arte, concepção mais moderna que a da guilda de estrutura medieval, baseadas no conceito de um artista escolarizado e imaginativo, não sujeito a um só mestre, mas a um saber de grupo e experiências comuns. A Guilda era sujeita a regras várias. Pressupunha uma fase inicial de aprendizagem; na seguinte, o artista podia trabalhar para um membro e assinar os seus trabalhos; posteriormente, poderia vender os seus próprios trabalhos e, finalmente, criar o seu estúdio. Os Judeus não podiam delas fazer parte e as mulheres eram admitidas como raras excepções. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwGma1RuDPI/AAAAAAAAB74/fPat6b_2oOs/s1600-h/setembro+2007+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116553631577804018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwGma1RuDPI/AAAAAAAAB74/fPat6b_2oOs/s320/setembro+2007+(5).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cornelis Cort. An Ideal Roman Academy, 1578 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(gravura segundo desenho de Jan van der Straet) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A associação do trabalho de agulha à pintura terá facilitado a entrada das mulheres, enquanto pintoras, para as guildas de então. Sendo que as mulheres não frequentavam academias, nem era suposto da arte fazerem ofício, tal significava quanto a arte do trabalho de agulha era então elevada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Guilda de São Lucas de Antuérpia, incluía, em 1586, 8% de mulheres, todas viúvas. A de Bruges, entre 12 a 15% de mulheres, entre 1454 e 1480. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Em Inglaterra, a pintura e o bordado eram vistos como ofícios e não pertenciam a algumas guildas, já os escritores pioneiros da história da arte europeia davam prioridade a três artes, três géneros ditos elevados: pintura, escultura e arquitectura, praticados por profissionais. Impedidas de terem o seu próprio estúdio, de receberem aulas e de as darem, bem como de pertencerem a guildas e academias, apenas nos conventos as mulheres podiam trabalhar em grupo. Criavam narrativas religiosas para altares de Igrejas, logo, a serem vistas pelo público, ao qual visavam passar uma mensagem moral e de guia espiritual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A imagem acima, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cornelis Cort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;, é uma gravura feita para ilustrar o programa de estudos da Academia de Roma em 1578. Segundo o autor do desenho, Jan van dre Straet, na academia ideal não existem mulheres, os jovens aprendizes desenham tendo estatuetas como modelos e aprendem anatomia através de cadáveres e esqueletos. Nela estão representados o pintor, o escultor e o gravador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwGmQ1RuDOI/AAAAAAAAB7w/id0EBJ3VdLs/s1600-h/setembro+2007+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116553459779112162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwGmQ1RuDOI/AAAAAAAAB7w/id0EBJ3VdLs/s320/setembro+2007+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johann Zoffany. &lt;em&gt;The Academicians of the Royal Academy&lt;/em&gt;, 1771-2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em 1563 é fundada, por &lt;em&gt;Giorgio Vasari&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Academia de Desenho de Florença&lt;/span&gt;, primeira em Itália, e muitos artistas acorrem para Roma aquando da fundação da &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Academia de San Luca&lt;/span&gt;, por Federico Zuccaro, passando por Bolonha (1582) e Perugia (1573). Ainda em Itália, registam-se a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Academia dos Progressistas&lt;/span&gt; (1580), em Bolonha, obra dos pintores da família Carracci, e a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Academia de Milão&lt;/span&gt;, fundada pelo cardeal Federico Borromeo, em 1620. Esta alteração introduzida pelas academias, e, porque no século XVII, a tensão entre os artistas de outros países a praticarem nas cortes e os locais foi crescendo, faz com que as guildas comecem a desaparecer e com elas o seu monopólio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mudança vai chegar aos Países Baixos, onde cresce a participação em sociedades literárias e humanistas. Em 1663, a Guilda de São Lucas de Antuérpia, da qual fazia parte Pieter Bruegel, associa-se ao grupo literário &lt;em&gt;Violieren&lt;/em&gt;, acabando por se reunirem, fundando a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Academia de Antuérpia&lt;/span&gt;. Enquanto nas guildas os artistas eram considerados artesãos, as academias aumentam-lhes o prestígio, atribuindo-lhes o estatuto de intelectuais e, ao mesmo tempo, fornecem formação científica e humanística ao artista, ensino de desenho e teoria. Deste modo, ensinam história e filosofia, bem como geometria, anatomia e perspectiva, e possibilitam a assistência a aulas com modelos vivos. São estas igualmente encarregues de divulgar as obras dos seus membros e organizar exposições dos trabalhos destes. Após o sucesso, em Itália, destas instituições, em 1648 Paris assiste à fundação da &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real Academia de Pintura e Escultura&lt;/span&gt;, com o apoio de Luís XIV, sendo os temas mitológicos e históricos, na senda dos valores da Antiguidade Clássica, os mais veiculados. Porque os artistas italianos eram muito apreciados em França, Luís XIV funda, em 1666, uma Academia Francesa em Roma, de modo a estreitar experiências entre artistas franceses e italianos, e facultar aos franceses uma convivência mais próxima com as obras antigas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwGmFVRuDNI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HVnsv-T3Gig/s1600-h/Johann+Zoffany.+The+Tribuna+of+the+Uffizi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116553262210616530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwGmFVRuDNI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HVnsv-T3Gig/s320/Johann+Zoffany.+The+Tribuna+of+the+Uffizi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johann Zoffany. &lt;em&gt;The Tribuna of the Uffizi&lt;/em&gt;, 1772-7 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À luz desta experiência, como muitos artistas britânicos estudavam em academias de Paris e Roma, os ingleses decidem, por sua vez, segundo estes modelos, formar a sua própria academia, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Real Academia de Arte&lt;/span&gt;, em 1768, que se torna inovadora porquanto recorre a modelos de ambos os sexos. Não há referências aos modelos femininos nas já existentes francesa e italiana, onde o estudo do nu feminino era proibido, destas fazendo parte apenas no séc. XIX, embora sabendo-se que tal era comum em estúdios privados. Entre os 36 membros fundadores da academia britânica estavam duas mulheres, Angélica Kauffman e Mary Moser. Veja-se, acima, de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Johann Zoffany. &lt;em&gt;The Academicians of the Royal Academy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Uma vez que as mulheres estavam proibidas de assistirem a aulas, ou o seu acesso a elas era limitado, estas não aparecem representadas entre os membros, estando apenas retratadas na parede à direita. Contudo, ambas apresentavam os seus trabalhos nas exposições anuais, o que diz do seu valor académico. A imagem seguinte, pintura de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Johann Zoffany. &lt;em&gt;The Tribuna of the Uffizi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, apresenta o gosto e valores académicos do séc. XVIII, esculturas gregas e romanas, pintura renascentista, incluindo Rafael, Ticiano e Rubens. Embora os membros representados sejam um grupo masculino, estes admiram obras de arte onde o tema é a mulher (Madonas, Vénus ou Bacantes), indicando que a representação do corpo feminino faz parte da arte e gosto da época. Vénus, em particular, enquanto código simbólico, que na ausência do nu feminino natural, funciona como ideal de beleza feminina e diz da idealização da mulher nua reconstruída pela natureza. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwGlrFRuDMI/AAAAAAAAB7g/IrmbAswzmGs/s1600-h/Adrienne+Granpierre-Deverzy+-+IntÃ©rieur+de+l"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116552811239050434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwGlrFRuDMI/AAAAAAAAB7g/IrmbAswzmGs/s320/Adrienne+Granpierre-Deverzy+-+Int%C3%A9rieur+de+l%27atelier+d%27Abel+de+Pujol+-+1822+-+Mus%C3%A9e+Marmottan+-+Paris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adrienne Granpierre-Deverzy. &lt;em&gt;Intérieur de l'atelier d'Abel de Pujol&lt;/em&gt;, 1822 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o caminhar do séc. XIX, as academias vão proliferando ao longo de toda a Europa, algumas depois dividindo-se em temáticas específicas, como a filosofia, ciência e literatura, e abertas ao novo pensamento. As mulheres tornam-se membros activos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/3739177885107483554-406597401863088086?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/406597401863088086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=406597401863088086&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/406597401863088086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/406597401863088086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/10/guildas-e-academias-casas-do-saber.html' title='Guildas e Academias, Casas do Saber'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RwGpY1RuDQI/AAAAAAAAB8A/HUMuNBeRuDw/s72-c/Frans+Francken+II.+Art+Room,+1636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-8730052240121551392</id><published>2007-09-24T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:55:34.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>traço.linha.ponto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rvb2YFRuCoI/AAAAAAAAB3A/NCRWloLbPoc/s1600-h/Leonardo+da+Vinci.+oldmen+c.+1490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113545320519568002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rvb2YFRuCoI/AAAAAAAAB3A/NCRWloLbPoc/s320/Leonardo+da+Vinci.+oldmen+c.+1490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leonardo da Vinci. &lt;em&gt;Velho Homem&lt;/em&gt;, c. 1490&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do latim &lt;em&gt;designo&lt;/em&gt;, vindo a dar &lt;em&gt;desígnio&lt;/em&gt;, desenho implica a vontade de concretizar e cria uma ponte com o desejo. O desenho é o modo de transmitir o que vemos ou imaginamos, sem recorrer à palavra. Retém o necessário, rejeita o menos válido. É significar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rvb2QVRuCnI/AAAAAAAAB24/FyYAjiLmHcI/s1600-h/Rafael.+Madonna+Studies,+1511-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113545187375581810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rvb2QVRuCnI/AAAAAAAAB24/FyYAjiLmHcI/s320/Rafael.+Madonna+Studies,+1511-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael. &lt;em&gt;Estudos de Madonna&lt;/em&gt;, 1511-13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A origem da arte consiste na percepção, na memória e na mimesis. A estética, palavra que surge apenas no séc. XVIII, enquanto reflexão sobre a arte existiu desde a Antiguidade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez possamos recuar bem mais atrás, e, se não podemos dizer que na pré-história existiam estetas, a estética não existe sem sensibilidade, e aí, os trabalhos pré-históricos realizados pelo Homo Sapiens dizem da sua percepção e dessa sensibilidade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mostram, ainda, que este possuía um sentido inato da volumetria, forma e cores e se regia por normas, ainda que apenas ditadas pelo funcional e utilitário, também pela afectividade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rvb2HFRuCmI/AAAAAAAAB2w/GW946oiaNTg/s1600-h/Lascaux+prehistoric+cave+drawings2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113545028461791842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rvb2HFRuCmI/AAAAAAAAB2w/GW946oiaNTg/s320/Lascaux+prehistoric+cave+drawings2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Lascaux&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imitando gestos e atitudes, esta arte figurativa será, porventura, uma primeira forma de teatro, uma arte que desconhecemos se terá existido também apenas pelo prazer ou se era constante a procura da magia, pois que, a par do realismo e simbolismo, a componente mágica parece sempre presente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas cavernas, muitas delas santuários, representavam-se as boas caçadas a que se aspirava. Usando uma linguagem de gestos, a imitação do real era constante embora se menosprezassem os pormenores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rvb16VRuClI/AAAAAAAAB2o/FA5XloWS9xU/s1600-h/Lascaux+prehistoric+cave+drawings1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113544809418459730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rvb16VRuClI/AAAAAAAAB2o/FA5XloWS9xU/s320/Lascaux+prehistoric+cave+drawings1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Lascaux&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segundo &lt;em&gt;Vitruvius&lt;/em&gt; (escritor, arquitecto e engenheiro romano, séc. I a.C), para quem as regras de simetria e proporção eram essenciais para o desenho arquitectural, a proporção é a correspondência entre as medidas das partes de um todo tendo como referência um ponto ou elemento, e daqui resultam os princípios de simetria.&lt;br /&gt;Nos sécs. XV e XVI, os arquitectos italianos retomam as ideias de Vitruvius, formulando uma linguagem e vocabulário nos pressupostos de então. E o &lt;em&gt;Homem Ideal&lt;/em&gt; de &lt;em&gt;Leonardo da Vinci&lt;/em&gt;, baseado na concepção da forma do homem inscrita num círculo dentro de um quadrado, mais não faz do que seguir a teoria de Vitruvius quanto às proporções ideais por Leonardo equacionadas e relacionadas com fomas matemáticas e geométricas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rvb1eFRuCkI/AAAAAAAAB2g/9OQrGRt4jF4/s1600-h/Leonardo+da+Vinci,+Ideal+Man,+Vitruvius+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113544324087155266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rvb1eFRuCkI/AAAAAAAAB2g/9OQrGRt4jF4/s320/Leonardo+da+Vinci,+Ideal+Man,+Vitruvius+Man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Leonardo da Vinci. &lt;em&gt;Homem Ideal, Vitruvius Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observe-se o desenho abaixo, de &lt;em&gt;Escher&lt;/em&gt;. Identifique as figuras que aí vê num primeiro olhar. Observe, em seguida, com mais atenção. Se seleccionou as imagens a negro, concentre-se, agora, no que seria o suposto fundo branco. Ou vice-versa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desenho e fundo mais não são do que duas entidades perceptivas, que o homem observa e distingue como entende, vendo o que quer ver, procurando-lhe os significados que precisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rvb0WFRuCjI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/0JPvOMb52Rg/s1600-h/Escher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113543087136574002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rvb0WFRuCjI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/0JPvOMb52Rg/s320/Escher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maurits C. Escher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na ausência do cromático, é a gradação tonal claro/escuro, o “sfumatto”, a definirem a volumetria, o chão ou fundo onde o desenho se destaca.&lt;br /&gt;Esboço ou croquis, suporte primeiro de muitas pinturas, ou desta arte independente; na sua génese, o desenho é traço, linha e ponto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para a &lt;strong&gt;Gruta de Lascaux&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;Capela Sistina da Pré-história&lt;/em&gt;, visite este site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.culture.gouv.fr/culture/arcnat/lascaux/en/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.culture.gouv.fr/culture/arcnat/lascaux/en/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/3739177885107483554-8730052240121551392?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/8730052240121551392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=8730052240121551392&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8730052240121551392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/8730052240121551392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/09/traolinhaponto.html' title='traço.linha.ponto'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rvb2YFRuCoI/AAAAAAAAB3A/NCRWloLbPoc/s72-c/Leonardo+da+Vinci.+oldmen+c.+1490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-5505339895550289206</id><published>2007-09-05T18:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:38:20.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar mais em frente, mais além</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O final do séc. XIX início do XX assiste à mudança no mundo ocidental.&lt;br /&gt;Os antigos cânones dão lugar a movimentos de vanguarda, que rompem com a tradição e com o mundo real e traduzem esse desejo de mudança. São um novo estar e uma nova linguagem que se reflectem nas diferentes expressões artísticas, pintura, música e literatura, áreas temáticas por excelência.&lt;br /&gt;O relativismo e o incerto substituem o racionalismo e o absoluto, tendo como motores a relatividade de Einstein e a psicanálise de Freud.&lt;br /&gt;São de vanguarda o &lt;em&gt;Cubismo&lt;/em&gt; e o &lt;em&gt;Abstraccionismo&lt;/em&gt; (disciplinados e racionais), o &lt;em&gt;Fauvismo&lt;/em&gt; e o &lt;em&gt;Surrealismo&lt;/em&gt; (emotivos e impulsivos) e outros que a par coexistiram.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fauvismo (1905)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O &lt;em&gt;Fauvismo&lt;/em&gt;, movimento determinantemente francês, liderado por Matisse, é a primeira expressão vanguardista, rejeição do convencional. Aposta na cor expressiva e selvagem, agressiva até, solta e liberta, que se sobrepõe à forma cujos volumes distorce.&lt;br /&gt;Apelidados de “feras” (les fauves), apropriaram-se desta designação. Falamos de Matisse, Maurice de Vlaminck, André Derain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7xjr_P-9I/AAAAAAAABuI/M-1_Lt11_JQ/s1600-h/Henri+Matisse.+La+LeÃ§on-de+Musique,+1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106784622890449874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7xjr_P-9I/AAAAAAAABuI/M-1_Lt11_JQ/s320/Henri+Matisse.+La+Le%C3%A7on-de+Musique,+1917.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henri Matisse. &lt;em&gt;La Leçon de Musique&lt;/em&gt;, 1917&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7xXL_P-8I/AAAAAAAABuA/SvN4vD_tqtA/s1600-h/Maurice+de+Vlaminck.+La+Maison+Bleue,+1906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106784408142085058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7xXL_P-8I/AAAAAAAABuA/SvN4vD_tqtA/s320/Maurice+de+Vlaminck.+La+Maison+Bleue,+1906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maurice de Vlaminck. &lt;em&gt;La Maison Bleue&lt;/em&gt;, 1906&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;expressionismo (1905)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto em França surge o Fauvismo, nasce na Alemanha (Dresden), com o grupo Die Brucke (A Ponte), o Expressionismo. É um grito de revolta e agressividade contra a moral excessiva que calava os estados de alma. Pintura de grande subjectividade, diz das emoções e, nas telas, deixa falar a angústia, a solidão, o desespero.&lt;br /&gt;Kirchner, Rouault, Franz Marc, Max Beckmann, Otto Mueller, Emil, Nolde, Eduard Munch são os nomes mais sonantes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7xLL_P-7I/AAAAAAAABt4/SHEUDxneuZ4/s1600-h/Ernst+Ludwig+Kirchner.+Potsdamer+Platz,+1914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106784201983654834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7xLL_P-7I/AAAAAAAABt4/SHEUDxneuZ4/s320/Ernst+Ludwig+Kirchner.+Potsdamer+Platz,+1914.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ernst Ludwig Kirchner. &lt;em&gt;Potsdamer Platz&lt;/em&gt;, 1914&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7w_b_P-6I/AAAAAAAABtw/ezGd2ocAqEI/s1600-h/Max+Beckmann.+Frauenbad+Women"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106784000120191906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7w_b_P-6I/AAAAAAAABtw/ezGd2ocAqEI/s320/Max+Beckmann.+Frauenbad+Women%27s+Bath,+1919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Max Beckmann. &lt;em&gt;Frauenbad Women's Bath&lt;/em&gt;, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cubismo (1907)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Influenciado por Cezanne, Picasso pinta &lt;em&gt;Les Demoiselles d’Avignon&lt;/em&gt;, considerada a primeira obra do Cubismo que, em oposição ao Fauvismo, apela à simplificação, decompondo os objectos em formas geométricas.&lt;br /&gt;A cor é menosprezada em favor da forma e volume, procura de uma beleza que não a tradicional influenciado pela máscara africana e sua volumetria.&lt;br /&gt;O cubista não pinta a realidade que vê, mas o que se não vê, embora exista enquanto forma estrutural subjacente ao real. Com a destruição da tradicional perspectiva, o Cubismo abre a porta ao Abstraccionismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7wp7_P-4I/AAAAAAAABtg/263vs-JzfDE/s1600-h/Pablo+Picasso.+Les+Demoiselles+d"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106783630753004418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7wp7_P-4I/AAAAAAAABtg/263vs-JzfDE/s320/Pablo+Picasso.+Les+Demoiselles+d%27Avignon,+1907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pablo Picasso. &lt;em&gt;Les Demoiselles d'Avignon&lt;/em&gt;, 1907&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7wbr_P-3I/AAAAAAAABtY/xETQkRcB8gc/s1600-h/Georges+Braque.+Plat+de+Fruits,+1913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106783385939868530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7wbr_P-3I/AAAAAAAABtY/xETQkRcB8gc/s320/Georges+Braque.+Plat+de+Fruits,+1913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Georges Braque. &lt;em&gt;Plat de Fruits&lt;/em&gt;, 1913&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abstraccionismo (1910)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O traço e a cor em liberdade são as características do abstracto. Na origem do Abstraccionismo estão as telas de Kandinsky resultado das experiências expressionistas e cubistas. É a pintura completamente liberta da tradição e convenção, recusa do real e do visível.&lt;br /&gt;O objecto dá lugar a linhas, cores e formas, belas ou não, composições onde o acessório se ausenta.&lt;br /&gt;A Kandinsky juntam-se os nomes de Delaunay, Vieira da Silva e quase todos os cubistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7wIr_P-2I/AAAAAAAABtQ/-WKU6E5BXoI/s1600-h/Wassily+Kandinsky.+Black+and+Violet,+1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106783059522354018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7wIr_P-2I/AAAAAAAABtQ/-WKU6E5BXoI/s320/Wassily+Kandinsky.+Black+and+Violet,+1923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wassily Kandinsky. &lt;em&gt;Black and Violet&lt;/em&gt;, 1923 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7vz7_P-1I/AAAAAAAABtI/83SR9xKdLrI/s1600-h/Vieira+da+Silva.+BibliothÃ©que+en+Feu,+1974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106782703040068434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7vz7_P-1I/AAAAAAAABtI/83SR9xKdLrI/s320/Vieira+da+Silva.+Biblioth%C3%A9que+en+Feu,+1974.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vieira da Silva. &lt;em&gt;Bibliothèque en Feu&lt;/em&gt;, 1974&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;futurismo (1909)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O Futurismo surge com a publicação do &lt;em&gt;I Manifesto Futurista de Marinetti&lt;/em&gt;, cântico da modernidade, movimento que se desenvolve em Itália na sucessão de outros manifestos do autor.&lt;br /&gt;Rejeição do clássico e do tradicional, faz a apologia da tecnologia e da máquina, do ruído e do progresso. Parte do Cubismo, que rejeita, apresentando os objectos fragmentados em diferentes planos sobrepostos. A posterior identificação com o fascismo determina o seu enfraquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Umberto Boccioni, Gino Severini, Giacomo Balla são os artistas deste movimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7vHr_P-yI/AAAAAAAABsw/nDwsNjaGp1M/s1600-h/Umberto+Boccioni.+Volumi+orizzontali,+1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106781942830856994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7vHr_P-yI/AAAAAAAABsw/nDwsNjaGp1M/s320/Umberto+Boccioni.+Volumi+orizzontali,+1912.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umberto Boccioni. &lt;em&gt;Volumi Orizzontali&lt;/em&gt;, 1912&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7u77_P-xI/AAAAAAAABso/FcpRHZ1v7CQ/s1600-h/Gino+Severini.+Red+Cross+Train+Passing+a+Village,+1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106781740967394066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7u77_P-xI/AAAAAAAABso/FcpRHZ1v7CQ/s320/Gino+Severini.+Red+Cross+Train+Passing+a+Village,+1915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Gino Severini. &lt;em&gt;Red Cross Train Passing a Village&lt;/em&gt;, 1915&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dadaísmo (1916)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tendo como ponto de partida outro poeta, o romeno Tristão Tzara, o Dadaísmo, ou movimento Dada, nasce na Suiça (Zurique). Retrata o desprezo pela violência e guerra, pelas regras sociais e pela arte em si, emprega o humor e o sarcasmo escarnecendo da expressão artística.&lt;br /&gt;Negando os conceitos de arte e respectivas técnicas, o Movimento Dada faz da Antiarte a arte, elevando os objectos comuns a obras de arte.&lt;br /&gt;Os nomes, Marcel Duchamp, André Breton, Hans Arp e Max Ernst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7uYb_P-wI/AAAAAAAABsg/irnX0639Roc/s1600-h/Marcel+Duchamp.+Le+Roi+et+la+Reine,+1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106781131082038018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7uYb_P-wI/AAAAAAAABsg/irnX0639Roc/s320/Marcel+Duchamp.+Le+Roi+et+la+Reine,+1915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcel Duchamp. &lt;em&gt;Le Roi et la Reine&lt;/em&gt;, 1915&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7uAr_P-uI/AAAAAAAABsQ/bXz4eJDHr3g/s1600-h/Max+Ernst.+At+The+First+Clear+World,+1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106780723060144866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7uAr_P-uI/AAAAAAAABsQ/bXz4eJDHr3g/s320/Max+Ernst.+At+The+First+Clear+World,+1923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Max Ernst. &lt;em&gt;At The First Clear World&lt;/em&gt;, 1923&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;surrealismo (1914)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Surrealismo nasce na Suiça (Zurique), da influência do Movimento Dada, aquando do I Manifesto do Surrealismo de André Breton e sua cisão. Sequência do dadaísmo, a diferença consiste no vínculo que mantém com a doutrina de Freud.&lt;br /&gt;Arte do irracional e do inconsciente, marcada pelos mundos onírico e da alucinação é a manifestação de arte mais individualista e o movimento mais inovador do pós-guerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7t6L_P-tI/AAAAAAAABsI/goPFjVXl_sM/s1600-h/Yves+Tanguy.+Jour+de+lenteur,+1937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106780611390995154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7t6L_P-tI/AAAAAAAABsI/goPFjVXl_sM/s320/Yves+Tanguy.+Jour+de+lenteur,+1937.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yves Tanguy. &lt;em&gt;Jour de Lenteur&lt;/em&gt;, 1937&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7t0b_P-sI/AAAAAAAABsA/ofdoizQhdzw/s1600-h/Giorgio+Morandi.+Natura+Morta,+1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106780512606747330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7t0b_P-sI/AAAAAAAABsA/ofdoizQhdzw/s320/Giorgio+Morandi.+Natura+Morta,+1938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgio Morandi. &lt;em&gt;Natura Morta&lt;/em&gt;, 1938&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caracterizam-no duas tendências, a &lt;em&gt;abstracta&lt;/em&gt;, reprodução do mundo metafísico e a &lt;em&gt;figurativa&lt;/em&gt;, reconstrucção do imaginário segundo um pendor poético.&lt;br /&gt;Yves Tanguy, Joan Miro e Giorgio Morandi fazem parte da primeira, Salvador Dali, René Magritte e Marc Chagall da segunda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7ter_P-rI/AAAAAAAABr4/0HTTRvME0tM/s1600-h/Dali.+La+Mano,+1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106780138944592562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7ter_P-rI/AAAAAAAABr4/0HTTRvME0tM/s320/Dali.+La+Mano,+1930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salvador Dali. &lt;em&gt;La Mano&lt;/em&gt;, 1930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7tUL_P-qI/AAAAAAAABrw/0tTh9L4cZEk/s1600-h/Marc+Chagall.+La+Maison+Bleue,+1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106779958555966114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7tUL_P-qI/AAAAAAAABrw/0tTh9L4cZEk/s320/Marc+Chagall.+La+Maison+Bleue,+1917.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Marc Chagall. &lt;em&gt;La Maison Bleue&lt;/em&gt;, 1917&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&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/3739177885107483554-5505339895550289206?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/5505339895550289206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=5505339895550289206&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5505339895550289206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5505339895550289206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/09/olhar-mais-em-frente-mais-alm.html' title='Olhar mais em frente, mais além'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rt7xjr_P-9I/AAAAAAAABuI/M-1_Lt11_JQ/s72-c/Henri+Matisse.+La+Le%C3%A7on-de+Musique,+1917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-5010196078349427837</id><published>2007-08-28T01:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T02:17:04.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumo a Ítaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque a vida consiste no caminho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e em como se faz a caminhada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RtNuYb_P-JI/AAAAAAAABns/rUE9h1ySMfE/s1600-h/Dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103544168849864850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RtNuYb_P-JI/AAAAAAAABns/rUE9h1ySMfE/s320/Dali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Salvador Dali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“O entardecer de Verão tinha começado a estreitar o mundo no seu misterioso abraço. Lá longe, no ocidente, o sol estava a pôr-se e o último resplandecer de todo o também efémero dia detinha-se amorosamente no mar e na areia, no orgulhoso promontório do querido, velho Howth, guardando, como sempre, as águas da baía, sobre as rochas cobertas de algas ao longo da praia de Sandymount e, por último, na tranquila igreja de onde por vezes, sobre a paz, manava a voz das preces àquela que na sua radiância é um farol perpétuo para o atormentado coração do homem, Maria, a estrela do mar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As três amigas, estavam sentadas nas rochas a gozar o espectáculo da tardinha e o ar que era fresco mas não demasiadamente frio.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;James Joyce, in &lt;em&gt;Ulisses &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RtNt9L_P-II/AAAAAAAABnk/r5ThctseVIs/s1600-h/Rubens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103543700698429570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RtNt9L_P-II/AAAAAAAABnk/r5ThctseVIs/s320/Rubens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rubens. &lt;em&gt;Ulisses na Ilha dos Fenícios&lt;/em&gt;, 1630-35&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;“Durante os vinte anos da sua ausência, os habitantes de Ítaca conservaram muitas recordações de Ulisses mas não sentiam por ele qualquer nostalgia. Enquanto Ulisses sofria de nostalgia e não se recordava de quase nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pode compreender-se esta curiosa contradição se se considerar que a memória, para poder funcionar bem, precisa de um treino incessante: se as recordações não são evocadas, uma vez mais e outra vez ainda, nas conversas entre amigos, vão-se embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RtNtsr_P-HI/AAAAAAAABnc/uGPNnP2cD3Y/s1600-h/Ulysses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103543417230588018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RtNtsr_P-HI/AAAAAAAABnc/uGPNnP2cD3Y/s320/Ulysses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claude Lorrain. &lt;em&gt;O Regresso de Ulisses&lt;/em&gt;, 1644&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E, convencidos de que nada a não ser a sua Ítaca lhe interessava (como teriam podido não o pensar se ele percorrera a imensidão dos mares para regressar ali?) seringavam-lhe o que se passara durante a sua ausência, ávidos de responderem a todas as suas perguntas. Nada o aborrecia mais que isso. Só esperava uma coisa; que lhe dissessem enfim: conta! E foi a única palavra que nunca lhe disseram.Durante vinte anos só pensara no seu regresso. Mas uma vez de volta compreendeu, espantado, que a sua vida, a própria essência da vida, o seu centro, o seu tesouro, perdera-o e só poderia reencontrá-lo contando.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Milan Kundera, in &lt;em&gt;A Ignorância&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RtNter_P-GI/AAAAAAAABnU/hMpJQuoU5eQ/s1600-h/Ulisses+e+sereias+-+james+draper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103543176712419426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RtNter_P-GI/AAAAAAAABnU/hMpJQuoU5eQ/s320/Ulisses%252Be%252Bsereias%252B-%252Bjames%252Bdraper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Draper. &lt;em&gt;Ulisses e as Sereias&lt;/em&gt;, 1909&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ÍTACA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se um dia partires rumo a Ítaca,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reza para que o caminho seja longo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheio de aventura e de conhecimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não temas monstros como os Ciclopes ou o zangado Poseidon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca os encontrarás no teu caminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enquanto mantiveres o teu espírito elevado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enquanto uma rara excitação agitar o teu espírito e o teu corpo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca encontrarás os Ciclopes ou outros monstros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a não ser que os tragas contigo dentro da tua alma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a não ser que a tua alma os crie em frente a ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deseja que o caminho seja bem longo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para que haja muitas manhãs de Verão em que,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com quanto prazer, com tanta alegria,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entres em portos que vês pela primeira vez;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para que possas parar em postos de comércio fenícios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aí comprar coisas finas, madrepérola, coral e âmbar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e perfumes sensuais de todos os tipos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tantos quantos puderes encontrar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e para que possas visitar muitas cidades egípcias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e aprender e continuar sempre a aprender com os seus escolares.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem sempre Ítaca na tua mente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chegar lá é o teu destino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não te apresses na viagem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será melhor que ela dure muitos anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para que sejas velho quando chegares à ilha,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rico com tudo o que encontraste no caminho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem esperares que Ítaca te traga riquezas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ítaca deu-te a tua bela viagem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem ela não terias sequer partido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tem mais nada a dar-te.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, sábio como te terás tornado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tão cheio de sabedoria e experiência,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já terás percebido, à chegada, o que significa uma Ítaca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Konstantinos Kaváfis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RtNtM7_P-FI/AAAAAAAABnM/R3CxXKTQFIc/s1600-h/Ingres,+Ulisses.+1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103542871769741394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RtNtM7_P-FI/AAAAAAAABnM/R3CxXKTQFIc/s320/Ingres,+Ulisses.+1850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingres. &lt;em&gt;Ulisses&lt;/em&gt;,1850&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-5010196078349427837?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/5010196078349427837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=5010196078349427837&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5010196078349427837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5010196078349427837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/08/rumo-taca.html' title='Rumo a Ítaca'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RtNuYb_P-JI/AAAAAAAABns/rUE9h1ySMfE/s72-c/Dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-547301682786589229</id><published>2007-08-22T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:39:25.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Despojos de Intenção</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não sou um pintor, sou um poeta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê? Penso que preferia ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um pintor, mas não sou. Bom,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike Goldberg, por exemplo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;está a iniciar um quadro. Eu apareço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Senta-te e toma uma bebida" diz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ele. Eu bebo; nós bebemos. Reparo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tu tens sardinhas aí."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sim, precisava de qualquer coisa ali."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh." Eu saio e os dias passam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e eu apareço de novo. O quadro está&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;terminado. "Onde estão as sardinhas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que resta são apenas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;letras. "Era demasiado", diz Mike. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rstxq7_P94I/AAAAAAAABlk/uuNlKBSsQZU/s1600-h/oranges,+Pedro+Fernandez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101295985398642562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rstxq7_P94I/AAAAAAAABlk/uuNlKBSsQZU/s320/oranges,+Pedro+Fernandez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro Fernandez, &lt;em&gt;Oranges&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu? Um dia estou a pensar numa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cor: laranja. Escrevo uma linha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acerca de laranja. Em breve é uma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;página que está cheia, não de linhas, de palavras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois outra página. Deveria haver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muitíssimo mais, mas não laranja,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;palavras, como é terrível o laranja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a vida. Os dias passam. Acontece ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em prosa, sou um verdadeiro poeta. O meu poema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;está terminado e ainda nem sequer mencionei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o laranja. São doze poemas, chamo-lhes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laranjas. E um dia numa galeria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vejo o quadro de Mike, chamado SARDINHAS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Frank O'Hara, in &lt;em&gt;Vinte e Cinco Poemas à Horas do Almoço&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rstxlb_P93I/AAAAAAAABlc/CdqDLptVXC0/s1600-h/Mike+Goldberg,+Sardines,+1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101295890909362034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rstxlb_P93I/AAAAAAAABlc/CdqDLptVXC0/s320/Mike+Goldberg,+Sardines,+1955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike Goldberg, Sardines, 1955&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/3739177885107483554-547301682786589229?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/547301682786589229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=547301682786589229&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/547301682786589229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/547301682786589229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/08/despojos-de-inteno.html' title='Despojos de Intenção'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rstxq7_P94I/AAAAAAAABlk/uuNlKBSsQZU/s72-c/oranges,+Pedro+Fernandez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-6149731583268769146</id><published>2007-08-16T01:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:59:01.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On Va à La Plage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOaar_P9jI/AAAAAAAABi8/vY6dKhPngnA/s1600-h/EugÃ¨ne+Boudin.+Plage+Ã"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099088986388821554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOaar_P9jI/AAAAAAAABi8/vY6dKhPngnA/s320/Eug%C3%A8ne+Boudin.+Plage+%C3%A0+Trouville,+1860-70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eugène Boudin (1824-1898) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plage à Trouville, 1860-70&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOaPb_P9iI/AAAAAAAABi0/SAo5HRiK0Zo/s1600-h/Edouart+Manet.+Sur+la+plage+Ã"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099088793115293218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOaPb_P9iI/AAAAAAAABi0/SAo5HRiK0Zo/s320/Edouart+Manet.+Sur+la+plage+%C3%A0+Boulogne,+1872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edouart Manet (1832-1883)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sur la plage à Boulogne, 1872 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOZ4b_P9hI/AAAAAAAABis/3c2G3X0du3s/s1600-h/Alfred+Sisley.+Les+rÃ©gates+Ã"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099088397978301970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOZ4b_P9hI/AAAAAAAABis/3c2G3X0du3s/s320/Alfred+Sisley.+Les+r%C3%A9gates+%C3%A0+Moseley,+1874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Alfred Sisley (1839-1899)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les Régates à Moseley, 1874&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOZtb_P9gI/AAAAAAAABik/iJ9R5nVVSoY/s1600-h/Paul+CÃ©zanne.+La+Baie+de+l"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099088208999740930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOZtb_P9gI/AAAAAAAABik/iJ9R5nVVSoY/s320/Paul+C%C3%A9zanne.+La+Baie+de+l%27Estaque,+1886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul Cézanne (1839-1906)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Baie de l'Estaque, 1886&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOZWL_P9fI/AAAAAAAABic/p538hPQK4GA/s1600-h/Claude+Monet.+La+plage+de+Sainte-Adresse,+1867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099087809567782386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOZWL_P9fI/AAAAAAAABic/p538hPQK4GA/s320/Claude+Monet.+La+plage+de+Sainte-Adresse,+1867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claude Monet(1840-1926) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La plage de Sainte-Adresse, 1867&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOYzr_P9eI/AAAAAAAABiU/_zOJpX3WVCU/s1600-h/Pierre-Auguste+Renoir.+Jeunes+filles+au+bord+de+la+mer,+1894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099087216862295522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOYzr_P9eI/AAAAAAAABiU/_zOJpX3WVCU/s320/Pierre-Auguste+Renoir.+Jeunes+filles+au+bord+de+la+mer,+1894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pierre-Auguste Renoir(1841-1919) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeunes filles au bord de la mer, 1894&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOYh7_P9dI/AAAAAAAABiM/pI6jdI0k1ZE/s1600-h/Paul+Gauguin.+Mahana+no+atua,+1894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099086911919617490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOYh7_P9dI/AAAAAAAABiM/pI6jdI0k1ZE/s320/Paul+Gauguin.+Mahana+no+atua,+1894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul Gauguin(1848-1903) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mahana no Atua, 1894&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOYZL_P9cI/AAAAAAAABiE/br0nUaESjxQ/s1600-h/Gustave+Caillebotte.+Regate+en+Argenteuil,+1888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099086761595762114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOYZL_P9cI/AAAAAAAABiE/br0nUaESjxQ/s320/Gustave+Caillebotte.+Regate+en+Argenteuil,+1888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Gustave Caillebotte(1848-1894) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regate en Argenteuil, 1888&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOYQb_P9bI/AAAAAAAABh8/LcR12-zJv4o/s1600-h/Vincent+Van+Gogh.+La+plage+de+SchÃ©veningue,+1882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099086611271906738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOYQb_P9bI/AAAAAAAABh8/LcR12-zJv4o/s320/Vincent+Van+Gogh.+La+plage+de+Sch%C3%A9veningue,+1882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La plage de Schéveningue, 1882&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOYF7_P9aI/AAAAAAAABh0/5XA6Q19IkI0/s1600-h/Georges+Seurat.+Une+Bagnade+Ã"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099086430883280290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOYF7_P9aI/AAAAAAAABh0/5XA6Q19IkI0/s320/Georges+Seurat.+Une+Bagnade+%C3%A0+Asni%C3%A8res,+1884.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Georges Seurat (1859-1891)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Une Bagnade à Asnières, 1884 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOX3L_P9ZI/AAAAAAAABhs/_EDkC1VCByk/s1600-h/Paul+Signac.+Port+de+Saint-Cast,+1890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099086177480209810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOX3L_P9ZI/AAAAAAAABhs/_EDkC1VCByk/s320/Paul+Signac.+Port+de+Saint-Cast,+1890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Paul Signac (1863-1935)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Port de Saint-Cast, 1890&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Impressionista “prende” o momento, a sensação. É a pintura a sair à rua, pela primeira vez. Uma forma diferente de aperceber a natureza, não como se de uma máquina fotográfica se tratasse, não o detalhe, mas a impressão sentida, vivida.&lt;br /&gt;Técnica que se anunciara em Eugène Boudin, precursor deste movimento, que já trabalhava a técnica de pintura ao ar livre, mestre de Monet.&lt;br /&gt;Os contornos diluem-se, as sombras tornam-se imprecisas. As cores aplicam-nas em pinceladas justapostas que permitem maior luminosidade. Vivas.&lt;br /&gt;Cores outras, diferentes das até aí comuns na pintura. E, assim, a natureza surge outra. Luz e movimento. Fluidez de horizontes. Sol, entardecer, neve. As variações atmosféricas, nevoeiro e vento.&lt;br /&gt;A Bretanha e a Normandia atraem pela sua luz e paisagens marítimas. Paisagens em movimento que proporcionam jogos de horizontalidade e verticalidade e atraem os pintores impressionistas, bem como os dos movimentos seguintes.&lt;br /&gt;Signac, neo-impressionista, o pintor da luz e do pontilhismo, mestre de Gauguin, pós-impressionista, é ele quem aconselha este a recorrer às cores fortes.&lt;br /&gt;Gauguin, ponte com as novas tendências, é o motor da École de Pont-Aven, localidade onde se faz o encontro de rio e mar, e, devido à sua escola, torna-se um lugar de afluência e encontro de artistas. A pintura jogo de contrastes em ruptura com o Impressionismo, em comum a paixão pelo mar e os longos horizontes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3739177885107483554-6149731583268769146?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/6149731583268769146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=6149731583268769146&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6149731583268769146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6149731583268769146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-va-la-plage.html' title='On Va à La Plage'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RsOaar_P9jI/AAAAAAAABi8/vY6dKhPngnA/s72-c/Eug%C3%A8ne+Boudin.+Plage+%C3%A0+Trouville,+1860-70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-6035498094542247753</id><published>2007-08-08T02:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T04:12:46.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Milagre Que Fez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RrkwmdbG39I/AAAAAAAABcE/Gd4y1uxGbLc/s1600-h/ex-voto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096157890637914066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RrkwmdbG39I/AAAAAAAABcE/Gd4y1uxGbLc/s320/ex-voto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ex-voto português&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Singelos quadrinhos pintados, a traço inocente.&lt;br /&gt;Imagens de cor, legendas de duvidosa ortografia, que ignoram receitas académicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;São ex-votos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pictóricos. De autoria quase sempre anónima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Qualquer ponte com superstição é puro engano.&lt;br /&gt;A superstição é domínio da magia, receita mecânica, poção, pacto ou talismã, em troca da qual se exige uma protecção. No domínio do sagrado, o ex-voto não é talismã ou amuleto, a concessão divina e a adoração dos homens conferem-lhe uma pureza exemplar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rrkwf9bG38I/AAAAAAAABb8/h-rv6SykAAc/s1600-h/ex-voto+francÃªs5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096157778968764354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rrkwf9bG38I/AAAAAAAABb8/h-rv6SykAAc/s320/ex-voto+franc%C3%AAs5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ex-voto francês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex-votos&lt;/em&gt; eruditos há-os, poucos. São, essencialmente, crença de gente desprotegida, do campo e zonas piscatórias, raros os urbanos. Porque na aldeia se ficava mais perto de Deus que dos homens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encomenda feita a pintores locais, que sobre madeira ou folha de flandres, materiais mais frequentes, pontualmente a tela, deixam a sua arte, contam uma história. Decoram paredes de capelas e santuários, onde se suspendem, para que a mensagem passe, para que outros incite, para que o prestígio da entidade divina se consolide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RrkwXNbG37I/AAAAAAAABb0/OYjqcsbEbCU/s1600-h/ex-voto+italiano2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096157628644908978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RrkwXNbG37I/AAAAAAAABb0/OYjqcsbEbCU/s320/ex-voto+italiano2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ex-voto italiano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sua maioria apela à Virgem, que surge envolta em cenário de núvens, e aos santos, que atendem segundo graças específicas, mediadores que facilitam os excessos e familiaridades inconcebíveis em presença da Santíssima Trindade. Por vezes, quando na resposta tardavam, estes se castigavam, de cabeça para baixo, voltados para a parede, cobertos por um pano, dizendo da relação de familiaridade, do contrato com o divino. Prática de pedido-resposta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RrkqmdbG34I/AAAAAAAABbc/7Zmpy3EMbRs/s1600-h/ex-voto+alemÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096151293568147330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RrkqmdbG34I/AAAAAAAABbc/7Zmpy3EMbRs/s320/ex-voto+alem%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ex-voto alemão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Código de cultura oral, testemunho social, histórico e artístico permitem-nos vislumbrar homens, mulheres e ambientes. Dão conta de enfermidades, dizem da época, do quotidiano, do trajar.&lt;br /&gt;Promessas. Para seu cumprimento, ou pagamento, se ía em romaria, por vezes em dia de padroeiro, por vezes longe, pois que “santos à porta de casa não fazem milagres”. Ermos lugares, espaços do sagrado onde o profano se inscreve. Aí se reza, se come e bebe, se dança, convive. Em representações do ritmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RrkqD9bG33I/AAAAAAAABbU/az2SEedtcLI/s1600-h/ex-voto+francÃªs.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096150700862660466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RrkqD9bG33I/AAAAAAAABbU/az2SEedtcLI/s320/ex-voto+franc%C3%AAs.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt; ex-voto francês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Falam da doença. Do homem. Dos animais, garante da sobrevivência familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Falam do acidente. Em casa. No campo. No trabalho. Na estrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Falam do naufrágio. No mar. No rio, que aí também ocorrem.&lt;br /&gt;Falam de guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Falam...&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt; de...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RrkpPtbG32I/AAAAAAAABbM/p-bWAkveHRo/s1600-h/ex-voto+mexicano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096149803214495586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RrkpPtbG32I/AAAAAAAABbM/p-bWAkveHRo/s320/ex-voto+mexicano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ex-voto mexicano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A fotografia terá determinado o seu fim. Muitos, contudo, sobreviveram, e tantos outros se perderam. Desgaste do tempo, factores atmosféricos, deficiência dos materiais de suporte, pigmentos de inferior qualidade, incúria e ignorância sobre eles agiram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O pedido em momento de aflição. Vozes e preces. A graça concedida. A dor superada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex-votos&lt;/em&gt;. Construção dramática de inspiração fresca e leve, numa profusão de cores e desejo verdadeiro. Mais do que relatos de vida e morte, testemunhos de fé e esperança. Narrativas de dor e de amor dependuradas em paredes austeras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/3739177885107483554-6035498094542247753?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/6035498094542247753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=6035498094542247753&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6035498094542247753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6035498094542247753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/08/milagre-que-fez.html' title='Milagre Que Fez'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RrkwmdbG39I/AAAAAAAABcE/Gd4y1uxGbLc/s72-c/ex-voto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-5381038458237887792</id><published>2007-07-29T18:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:13:10.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palcos de Quietude e Emoção</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikias Skapinakis, A Ausência do Teatro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqzZlBZUVWI/AAAAAAAABWw/-D_BYleHi5s/s1600-h/Nikias+Skapinakis.+O+Quarto+do+Amadeo+em+Manhufe,+2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092684508702201186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqzZlBZUVWI/AAAAAAAABWw/-D_BYleHi5s/s320/Nikias+Skapinakis.+O+Quarto+do+Amadeo+em+Manhufe,+2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quarto de Amadeo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Se o teatro clássico era o lugar da palavra, e, com o tempo, nele vimos a assistir ao proliferar do silêncio... reveja-se Nikias Skapinakis, o pintor da espera e do silêncio – a ausência do teatro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nas suas telas, os elementos isolados postos em relação, a ausência de efeitos luminosos ligando as formas. Os elementos no lugar certo, no plano do imediato e da simplificação. Tranquilo, seguro de si, nulamente agressivo, o mistério nascendo na tela e a pintura metamorfoseando a realidade... Skapinakis. O au-delà das aparências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As telas dizem do espaço mental, melancólico mas lúcido, sendo a solidão o elemento emocional pelo qual a pintura se define. Uma pintura que permite reconstituir a obra no seu contexto social, geográfico e temporal. O nulo efeito teatral, a distanciação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Solidão, o quarto, espaço de sonho e viagem. Nikias e o quarto imaginário de Amadeo. Interior minimalista e universo apenas sugerido, onde o pintor mergulha em sonhos de outros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nikias Skapinakis, Prémio Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amadeo, o Teatro da Originalidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqzZCxZUVVI/AAAAAAAABWo/AQXX7bLiaZs/s1600-h/amadeo001[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092683920291681618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqzZCxZUVVI/AAAAAAAABWo/AQXX7bLiaZs/s320/amadeo001%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Europa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;desertificada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dos grandes artistas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sob as guerras mundiais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A febre de viver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;de uma época castrada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amadeo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;dos cafés de Paris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;à casa de Manhufe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e ao Corpus Christi...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o homem do mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tão apaixonado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pela sua terra natal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Persursor da arte moderna,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amadeo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vanguardista na forma e no espaço.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Teatro da cor,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lugar de diálogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A pluralidade da sua pintura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;em fascinantes jogos de cores,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;texturas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;geometrias,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;profundidades.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A imaginação&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e a poesia dos números...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;em cores enérgicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqzY9hZUVUI/AAAAAAAABWg/tCgeqyHGsWI/s1600-h/20062210162859556[1].png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092683830097368386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqzY9hZUVUI/AAAAAAAABWg/tCgeqyHGsWI/s320/20062210162859556%255B1%255D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-5381038458237887792?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/5381038458237887792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=5381038458237887792&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5381038458237887792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5381038458237887792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/07/dilogos-de-vanguarda.html' title='Palcos de Quietude e Emoção'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqzZlBZUVWI/AAAAAAAABWw/-D_BYleHi5s/s72-c/Nikias+Skapinakis.+O+Quarto+do+Amadeo+em+Manhufe,+2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-4233801211880077546</id><published>2007-07-25T02:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:39:33.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vénus, O Cíclo Diurno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqalxhZUVNI/AAAAAAAABVo/--CqCB7aSGY/s1600-h/deusas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090938698985657554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqalxhZUVNI/AAAAAAAABVo/--CqCB7aSGY/s320/deusas4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salvador Dali. &lt;em&gt;Madona de Port Lligat&lt;/em&gt;, 1ª versão, 1949&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Sob o arco da Vida, vigiado por Amor e Morte, Terror e Mistério, vi no trono Beldade; embora severo sorvi seu olhar como respiro meu.&lt;br /&gt;Seus são os olhos que de todos os lados viram o céu e o mar sobre ti - que a um mesmo império com o mar ou mulher ou céu fazem prisioneiro quaisquer que a servir-lhe seja destinado.&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a Dona Beldade, em cuja honra mão move e voz.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dante Rossetti, in &lt;em&gt;Sybilla Palmifera&lt;/em&gt;, 1860&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqalrBZUVMI/AAAAAAAABVg/aKSZ-6gcpic/s1600-h/deusas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090938587316507842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqalrBZUVMI/AAAAAAAABVg/aKSZ-6gcpic/s320/deusas5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salvador Dali. &lt;em&gt;Madona de Port Lligat, &lt;/em&gt;2ª versão, 1950&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gala reactivando a pureza original, sua e de Maria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gala, nova rainha do Céu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;planando sobre a água&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O primeiro adorador, o pintor, ele mesmo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em fractura da representação do imaginário cristão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em profanação? Em amor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O pintor é dono de todas as coisas que podem cair no pensamento humano; porque, se ele desejar ver belezas que o apaixonem, será senhor de gerá-las e, se quiser ver coisas monstruosas que espantem ou que sejam histriónicas ou ridículas ou verdadeiramente lastimáveis, ele é seu senhor e criador. E, se quiser gerar sítios desertos, lugares sombrios ou frescos nos tempos quentes, figurá-los-à e também lugares quentes nos tempos frios.&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser vales, o mesmo; se quiser dos altos cumes dos montes descobrir uma grande campina e se quiser depois ver o horizonte do mar, será capaz disso; e assim também se, dos fundos dos vales, quiser ver os altos montes, ou dos altos montes, os fundos vales e as praias. E, com efeito, o que está no universo por essência, presença ou imaginação, ele o tem primeiro na mente e, depois, nas mãos que são de tão grande excelência que ao mesmo tempo criam uma proporcionada harmonia num só olhar como as coisas fazem. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Leonardo da Vinci. in &lt;em&gt;Tratado de Pintura VI&lt;/em&gt;, 1498&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;elnoite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mensageira do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;entre os deuses e os homens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqaljRZUVLI/AAAAAAAABVY/Z4tvzboFPnY/s1600-h/deusas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090938454172521650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqaljRZUVLI/AAAAAAAABVY/Z4tvzboFPnY/s320/deusas3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Nascimento de Vénus, Boticelli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;filha da lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;harmonia.doçura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aurora.crepúsculo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqaldxZUVKI/AAAAAAAABVQ/vT7lDF1L5B8/s1600-h/deusas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090938359683241122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqaldxZUVKI/AAAAAAAABVQ/vT7lDF1L5B8/s320/deusas2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vénus com espelho, Velasquez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;amor.voluptuosidade.prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqakWBZUVJI/AAAAAAAABVI/objayJ9DRpo/s1600-h/deusas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090937127027627154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqakWBZUVJI/AAAAAAAABVI/objayJ9DRpo/s320/deusas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pin-up girl, Alberto Vargas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;instinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sedução e sensualidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;beleza e graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deusas Musas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a essência do feminino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mulher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/3739177885107483554-4233801211880077546?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/4233801211880077546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=4233801211880077546&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/4233801211880077546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/4233801211880077546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/07/vnus-o-cclo-diurno.html' title='Vénus, O Cíclo Diurno'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RqalxhZUVNI/AAAAAAAABVo/--CqCB7aSGY/s72-c/deusas4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-7547187230943680339</id><published>2007-07-18T01:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T19:05:05.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vieira da Silva em Testamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rp1dtfhFJ3I/AAAAAAAABSw/kuEJLk9r8Yk/s1600-h/vieiradasilva1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088326190134273906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rp1dtfhFJ3I/AAAAAAAABSw/kuEJLk9r8Yk/s320/vieiradasilva1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Helena Vieira da Silva &lt;em&gt;La Puerta del Sol&lt;/em&gt;, 1967 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um azul cerúleo para voar alto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um azul cobalto para a felicidade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um azul ultramarino para estimular o espírito. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um vermelhão para o sangue circular alegremente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Um verde musgo para apaziguar os nervos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amarelo ouro: riqueza. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um violeta cobalto para o sonho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um garança para deixar ouvir o violoncelo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Um amarelo barife: ficção científica e brilho; resplendor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Um ocre amarelo para aceitar a terra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um verde veronese para a memória da primavera. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um anil para poder afinar o espírito com a tempestade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um laranja para exercitar a visão de um limoeiro ao longe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amarelo limão para o encanto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um branco puro: pureza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terra de siena natural: a transmutação do ouro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um preto sumptuoso para ver Ticiano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um terra de sombra natural para aceitar melhor a melancolia negra. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um terra de siena queimada para o sentimento de duração. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Maria Helena Vieira da Silva, in &lt;em&gt;Testamento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/3739177885107483554-7547187230943680339?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/7547187230943680339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=7547187230943680339&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/7547187230943680339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/7547187230943680339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/07/paleta.html' title='Vieira da Silva em Testamento'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rp1dtfhFJ3I/AAAAAAAABSw/kuEJLk9r8Yk/s72-c/vieiradasilva1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-490177831934468105</id><published>2007-07-03T14:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T19:09:53.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Feminino e Do Masculino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RoplZKfOqOI/AAAAAAAABMY/7aB6H1mdCDY/s1600-h/Jake&amp;amp;DinisChapman-tragicanatomies_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RoplUKfOqNI/AAAAAAAABMQ/R1AUmuXW7kI/s1600-h/ZygoticAcceleration,biogenetic-de-sublimatedLibidinalModel-1995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082986526528153810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RoplUKfOqNI/AAAAAAAABMQ/R1AUmuXW7kI/s320/ZygoticAcceleration,biogenetic-de-sublimatedLibidinalModel-1995.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Jake e Dinos Chapman. &lt;em&gt;Zygotic Acceleration, biogenetic-de-sublimated Libidinal Model&lt;/em&gt;, 1995&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem o processo de representação género? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existem técnicas de pintura masculinas e femininas? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o nosso olhar, de mulheres e homens, remete para diferentes formas de observar a pintura? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;género&lt;/strong&gt; é uma construção cultural de feminino e masculino oposta ao sexo biológico. &lt;em&gt;Macho&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;fêmea&lt;/em&gt; dizem de características associadas a natureza biológica e física, &lt;em&gt;feminino&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;masculino&lt;/em&gt; descrevem associações culturais que poderão incluir elementos biológicos. Embora a criatividade artística não fosse exclusivamente masculina, sendo a participação da mulher efectiva já desde o séc. XVI, a profissão de pintor era dominada pelos homens ainda no séc. XIX. As oportunidades dadas às mulheres eram muito limitadas e comportavam grandes desvantagens sociais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopT2qfOqMI/AAAAAAAABMI/S_Rn7HcJ4EE/s1600-h/Catarina+van+Hemessen.+Self-Portrait,+1548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082967328024340674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopT2qfOqMI/AAAAAAAABMI/S_Rn7HcJ4EE/s320/Catarina+van+Hemessen.+Self-Portrait,+1548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catarina van Hemessen. &lt;em&gt;Self-Portrait&lt;/em&gt;, 1548 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este quadro, de Catarina van Hemessen, 1548, é o primeiro auto-retrato conhecido de uma mulher. Representa-se a artista e contém a inscrição em latim “&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Eu Catarina de Hemessen pintando-me a mim mesma com a idade de 20 anos&lt;/span&gt;”. Curiosa esta inscrição que pretende não deixar dúvidas quanto à autoria, pois o suposto seria vir a atribuir-se este retrato a um qualquer pintor da época. Visionária :) Catarina pretendeu sobre tal não deixar dúvidas. Num tempo em que se pretendia dar ênfase ao racional e imaginativo e menos ao conteúdo prático, uma mulher aparece pretendendo ter como prioridade mostrar que conseguia pintar. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Avancemos até ao séc. XIX, o quadro abaixo, “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le Balcon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” de &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Manet&lt;/span&gt;, mostra &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berthe Morisot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pintora&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fanny Claus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;violinista&lt;/span&gt;, e &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antoine Guillemet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ambas as mulheres são representadas sem referência às suas profissões ou apetências artísticas. Manet pintou vários quadros de Morisot sem nunca indiciar a profissão da sua modelo. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopTxqfOqLI/AAAAAAAABMA/T6ZMhjIPbdo/s1600-h/Edouard+Mane.+Le+Balcon,+1868-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082967242124994738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopTxqfOqLI/AAAAAAAABMA/T6ZMhjIPbdo/s320/Edouard+Mane.+Le+Balcon,+1868-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edouart Manet. &lt;em&gt;Le Balcon&lt;/em&gt;, 1868-9 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste quadro, os retratos das mulheres surgem como modelos de passividade e do doméstico, construções normativas do feminino, em contraste com a austeridade negra da figura masculina. A cena, de profissões ausente, será vista como informal, representação de cena doméstica, social e não profissional é certo, porém, muito indiciadora. Vestem as mulheres esvoaçantes e diáfanos vestidos, os atributos do feminino representam-se nos acessórios e são estas dotadas de olhares vagos e expressões divagantes. Ou seja, os retratos de mulheres pretendem-se mostra da sua beleza, elegância e qualidades. Assim as vêem os homens, inclusivé os pintores. Curiosamente, a representação da varanda remete para a mesma organização burguesa da audiência na ópera, determinando a etiqueta que as senhoras ocupassem os lugares da frente (sentadas) e os homens permanecessem atrás, em pé. As senhoras tinham a função de serem observadas, os homens a de observarem, porventura, outras mulheres. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopTMqfOqJI/AAAAAAAABLw/flN1_0CD1Oc/s1600-h/Edouart+Manet.+Emile+Zola,+1868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082966606469834898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopTMqfOqJI/AAAAAAAABLw/flN1_0CD1Oc/s320/Edouart+Manet.+Emile+Zola,+1868.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edouard Manet. &lt;em&gt;Emile Zola&lt;/em&gt;, 1868&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim, as convenções determinavam que os homens fossem representados revelando as suas aptidões, como se pode ver nestoutro quadro de Manet, mas tal ausentava-se nas mulheres, que se representavam sem dados que dissessem do seu estatuto. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Segundo o ponto de vista técnico, os processos de pintura do séc. XIX, e parte do XX, parecem poder ser observados, também, segundo o “género”. Deste modo, relaciona-se o desenho à prática masculina, enquanto o colorido é apercebido como prática feminina, associando-se os trabalhos mais libertos de Van Gogh e Gauguin, pelo seu colorido e técnica, a uma criatividade inovadora masculina. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Observemos, agora, a imagem abaixo, motivo de imensa controvérsia, ícone da actividade do movimento feminista nos anos setenta do séc. XX. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopST6fOqGI/AAAAAAAABLY/3TXKzOMK6YU/s1600-h/dinnerparty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082965631512258658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopST6fOqGI/AAAAAAAABLY/3TXKzOMK6YU/s320/dinnerparty3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judy Chicago. &lt;em&gt;The Dinner Party&lt;/em&gt;, 1979 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dinner Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, de &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Judy Chicago&lt;/span&gt; consiste numa mesa triangular, cada lado com treze lugares, cada lugar celebrando uma antiga deusa ou mulher que se destacou na história ocidental. A mesa está exposta no &lt;em&gt;Museu de Arte de São Francisco&lt;/em&gt;, num piso chamado &lt;em&gt;The Heritage Floor&lt;/em&gt;, cujo chão é coberto a porcelana e nela inscritos os nomes de 999 mulheres. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopSKafOqFI/AAAAAAAABLQ/HQDqpC-h08g/s1600-h/Judy+Chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082965468303501394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopSKafOqFI/AAAAAAAABLQ/HQDqpC-h08g/s320/Judy+Chicago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dinner Party&lt;/em&gt;, excerto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Percorrendo vários estados e cidades dos Estados Unidos, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dinner Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gerou debates profundos. Por um lado chegando a ser avaliado como pornografia, pela cerâmica e imagens que remetem para a genitalidade feminina, acusado da identificação da mulher em termos biológicos e não sociais ou políticos. Por outro, levantou a questão de estas imagens poderem ser usadas para o prazer masculino, pois importante é o olhar, primeira cognição da diferença sexual. Nesta perspectiva da importância do olhar, enquanto portal aberto ao conhecimento e prazer que este pode trazer à mente, fruto de uma sociedade gerida pelo masculino e seus valores, vejamos, na imagem abaixo de Paul-Joseph Jamin, como este conhecimento pode ser usado em função do poder de manipulação e desejo. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopR-6fOqEI/AAAAAAAABLI/dnoLyBEMEIg/s1600-h/Jamin_Brenin_and_his_Share.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082965270735005762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopR-6fOqEI/AAAAAAAABLI/dnoLyBEMEIg/s320/Jamin_Brenin_and_his_Share.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul-Joseph Jamin. &lt;em&gt;Le Brenin et sa part de butin&lt;/em&gt;, 1893&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; O que aqui vemos é a figura vitoriosa do guerreiro conquistador olhando as mulheres capturadas, vítimas de rapto e sugerindo inclusive a eventual violação. A figura masculina reclamando autoridade, as figuras femininas em convite ao voyeurismo erótico. Deliberadamente, estas, nuas ou meio despidas, apresentam diferentes ângulos e posturas encorajadoras de fantasias sexuais, convidando o espectador masculino a nelas projectar as suas próprias fantasias, imagem que as feministas de setenta veriam como claramente representativa dessa cultura patriarcal, servindo-se dos corpos femininos enquanto objecto de desejo. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopR36fOqDI/AAAAAAAABLA/A9Dx-ifNqyc/s1600-h/Ingres.TheTurkish+Bath+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082965150475921458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RopR36fOqDI/AAAAAAAABLA/A9Dx-ifNqyc/s320/Ingres.TheTurkish+Bath+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingres. &lt;em&gt;Turkish Bath&lt;/em&gt;, 1862&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Comparemo-lo com &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Banho Turco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ingres&lt;/span&gt;. Tirou Ingres a ideia destes nus no interior de um harém, da correspondência de Lady Mary Wortley Montague, mulher do embaixador inglês, que nessas cartas descreve os banhos em Seraglio. A primeira fase deste quadro foi realizada em 1852, por encomenda do Conde Demidoff, mas não entregue, vindo a ser adquirida pelo príncipe Napoleão que, depois da intervenção da princesa Clotilde escandalizada com esses nus, o devolveu a Ingres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O pintor guardou-o durante vários anos e nele foi realizando várias modificações, finalizando-o em 1862, quando o assinou dizendo com orgulho que era obra de um homem de oitenta e dois anos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Inspirou-se, ainda, nas odaliscas, figuras que ele admirava, enquanto mulheres devotadas a conservarem a sua beleza e charme de modo a oferecerem prazer ao seu sultão. O quadro descreve beleza e graça, mulheres que exibem o seu corpo, sem qualquer sinal de obscenidade nas suas posições, e diz da admiração do pintor pelos artistas greco-latinos, uma procura comum da beleza perfeita, através de corpos sensuais mas de forma inocente. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Sendo que a representação da sexualidade feminina foi vital para as artistas feministas dos anos 60 e o prazer sexual feminino tema de trabalho importante nos anos 70, a obra de Judy Chicago surgiu nesse despertar de modernidade, no tempo certo. Fugindo aos modelos patriarcais, o olhar de uma mulher produzindo imagens de corpo de mulher. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/3739177885107483554-490177831934468105?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/490177831934468105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=490177831934468105&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/490177831934468105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/490177831934468105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-feminino-e-do-masculino.html' title='Do Feminino e Do Masculino'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RoplUKfOqNI/AAAAAAAABMQ/R1AUmuXW7kI/s72-c/ZygoticAcceleration,biogenetic-de-sublimatedLibidinalModel-1995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-3696051003149982898</id><published>2007-06-23T02:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:45:11.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rnx4nVEb1KI/AAAAAAAABJo/UUieCTfyorA/s1600-h/umbouquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079067096833053858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rnx4nVEb1KI/AAAAAAAABJo/UUieCTfyorA/s320/umbouquet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por vezes, a vida pede uma pausa para mudança ou retemperamento.Tenho saudades de mais livros, mais música, mais filmes, mais telas e tintas, mais rendas e bordados :) , saudades do sofá à noite ou, agora que chega o Verão, de mais ar livre. Os meus cantos vão ficar em repouso, uma pausa para que a vida se faça mais “real”.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a todos quantos me visitaram e tiveram a bondade de me ler e voltar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aos que me acompanharam desde o &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Horas-e-Deshoras&lt;/span&gt; que, vítima das minhas crises sazonais :) , num impulso apaguei…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;… &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Rigoletto&lt;/span&gt;, tantas vezes meu alento, que viu nascer e crescer todos os meus espaços, e que, com tanto rigor, me dizia “Coitados dos blogs, são eles que pagam os humores” :) , embora saiba tão bem quanto eu que isso é inevitável&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;… &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Bandida&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Elisabete&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;[a ordem é alfabética :) ] que, termómetros das minhas emoções :), se mantiveram de presença firme para que eu não desistisse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Julieta&lt;/span&gt; que, quando apaguei o Horas, me disse, muito zangada, que eu era uma tremenda egoísta e não respeitara quem gostava de me visitar e me lia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Luísa&lt;/span&gt; que, também muito zangada, disse que nunca mais me deixaria uma linha, mas sei aqui continua a vir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[parece que tenho uma apetência especial para personalidades fortes :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Rigoletto&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Bandida&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Elisabete&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;os vossos comentários, pensamentos e juízos de valor, inteligentes, críticos e carinhosos, enriqueceram cada um dos meus textos e deram-me, frequentemente, ideias para os seguintes. Os vossos espaços, da minha Lisboa, da ilha ao outro lado do mar, ópera, cinema, palavras e silêncios, lugares vossos, construídos com paixão, fizeram-me companhia noites adentro [que eu tenho este defeito/virtude de me demorar nas horas silenciosas].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aos que mais recentemente me visitam e se tornaram assíduas presenças, cujos cantos, do cinema à poesia ao desenho e gravura ou artes e técnicas mistas, são outros lugares de bom gosto que me proporcionaram novas leituras de prazer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Paula e Rui&lt;br /&gt;Saramar&lt;br /&gt;Frioleiras&lt;br /&gt;Fernando&lt;br /&gt;Mar Arável&lt;br /&gt;Triliti Star&lt;br /&gt;Luís Galego&lt;br /&gt;CM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Acabei de o reeditar. Dele guardei textos e imagens, que comecei e continuarei a restaurar, quando/se surgir aquele apelo irresistível :)&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa por não serem colocados os vossos comentários, então deixados, pois se perderam nessoutra viragem/voragem. Eram tantos que se tornou impossível copiá-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sem rosto, sem voz, ao sabor do anonimato, a blogosfera diz quanto as palavras são poderosas e que existe, ainda e sempre, o prazer de ler.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu muito obrigada a todos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[de quando em quando irei espreitar-vos]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As rosas são para vocês :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um abraço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&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/3739177885107483554-3696051003149982898?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/3696051003149982898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=3696051003149982898&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/3696051003149982898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/3696051003149982898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/06/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada!'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rnx4nVEb1KI/AAAAAAAABJo/UUieCTfyorA/s72-c/umbouquet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-1585533323010420747</id><published>2007-06-20T18:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:32:39.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Das Trevas à Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ano 476 dC, tomada de Roma pelos povos bárbaros. Início da Idade Média. Com o Cristianismo, a arte volta-se para a valorização do espírito, A Igreja possui poderes ilimitados e os seus valores vão impregnar toda a vida medieval. Deste modo, por imposição dos dogmas e moral da Igreja, o Cristianismo transformou a produção artística. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlvZ1Eb1AI/AAAAAAAABIc/GAZtIl6dzDU/s1600-h/arte+bizantina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078212544370037762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlvZ1Eb1AI/AAAAAAAABIc/GAZtIl6dzDU/s320/arte+bizantina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os motivos eram de natureza religiosa, tendo por características a deformação e o colorido. A deformação traduz-se numa figura de Cristo, por exemplo, sempre maior do que as restantes figuras que o cercam, mostra da Sua importância e dos sentimentos religiosos e interpretação mística que os artistas faziam da realidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Embora nos refiramos a este período como &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Idade das Trevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, e os ambientes fossem, de facto, pouco luminosos (as cabanas eram iluminadas pelo fogo da lareira, os castelos por tochas, os monges trabalhavam à luz da vela e os caminhos escuros) este período foi de grande colorido. As pinturas caracterizavam-se pelo uso de cores primárias, ausentes de meios tons ou jogos de luz e sombra, pois não havia a menor intenção de imitar a natureza. Cores que se caracterizavam por grande luminosidade dada a convivência das cores puras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlvSlEb0_I/AAAAAAAABIU/7teTEA8lK-o/s1600-h/bizantinomadonaentronada9gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078212419815986162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlvSlEb0_I/AAAAAAAABIU/7teTEA8lK-o/s320/bizantinomadonaentronada9gb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dado que poucas pessoas sabiam ler, a Igreja recorria à pintura e à escultura, através das quais narrava histórias bíblicas e comunicava valores religiosos. Neste período, não se podem dissociar estas manifestações de arte da arquitectura, pois foi nas grandes decorações murais, através da técnica do fresco, que a pintura românica se desenvolveu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlrRlEb0-I/AAAAAAAABIM/KLN7P5nvwl0/s1600-h/Pintura+mural+romÃ¢nica.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078208004589605858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlrRlEb0-I/AAAAAAAABIM/KLN7P5nvwl0/s320/Pintura+mural+rom%C3%A2nica.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é ao acaso que ao período que vai da queda de Roma, séc. V, ao início do séc.XI se chama Idade das Trevas. O desaparecimento de Roma deixa a Europa vazia e os tempos seguintes foram de rivalidade e lutas de poder. Óbvio que o marasmo não foi total, que a criatividade se fez sentir, a &lt;em&gt;primeira universidade europeia&lt;/em&gt; fundou-se em &lt;em&gt;1088, em Bolonha&lt;/em&gt;, os mosteiros eram centro de aprendizagem e abrigo das artes, mas a era foi de instabilidade e só com o equilíbrio retomado e as novas nações emergentes (Portugal, Espanha, França, Itália, Inglaterra, Alemanha e Países Baixos) surge o reflorescimento económico e cultural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlrB1Eb09I/AAAAAAAABIE/k4yFxUeOJ6I/s1600-h/Maias,+Mural+com+afresco+em+Bonampak.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078207734006666194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlrB1Eb09I/AAAAAAAABIE/k4yFxUeOJ6I/s320/Maias,+Mural+com+afresco+em+Bonampak.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maias, Mural a fresco em Bonampak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Num período em que a Europa se quedava adormecida, entretanto, do outro lado do mundo, existia uma importante &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;civilização &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, muito sabedora no que toca à pintura, escultura e outras artes. Os Maias surgiram por volta de 1500 aC, atingindo o apogeu entre 300 e 900 dC, ocorrendo um seu renascimento cerca de 1250 dC. A decifração da escrita maia permitiu descobrir que essa civilização fora das poucas a assinar os seus trabalhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlqW1Eb08I/AAAAAAAABH8/JaLTj-I_ACw/s1600-h/Frescos+RomÃ¢nicos+de+SÃ£o+Vicente+de+Tahull,+Barcelona.+sÃ©c.+XII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078206995272291266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlqW1Eb08I/AAAAAAAABH8/JaLTj-I_ACw/s320/Frescos+Rom%C3%A2nicos+de+S%C3%A3o+Vicente+de+Tahull,+Barcelona.+s%C3%A9c.+XII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frescos Românicos de São Vicente de Tahull. Barcelona, séc. XII&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O período &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Românico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (800-1000 dC) pretendeu reconstituir o esplendor da Roma antiga, embora com influências cristãs e islâmicas. Ao estilo de &lt;em&gt;Carlos Magno&lt;/em&gt;, patrono das artes e letras. Construiram-se algumas das mais belas catedrais e mosteiros medievais .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlqG1Eb07I/AAAAAAAABH0/EWlj3ACT_KE/s1600-h/The_Cathedral-Pisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078206720394384306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlqG1Eb07I/AAAAAAAABH0/EWlj3ACT_KE/s320/The_Cathedral-Pisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catedral de Pisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As igrejas românicas chamam a atenção pelo seu tamanho. Grandes e sólidas, fortalezas de Deus, a arte não enquanto resultado do refinado gosto, mas extensão do serviço divino.&lt;br /&gt;Datam deste período as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catedrais de Santiago de Compostela e de Pisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sendo a conhecida &lt;em&gt;Torre de Pisa&lt;/em&gt;, o campanário, o edifício que mais se destaca desse conjunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlpPVEb06I/AAAAAAAABHs/0gyezFIAo3U/s1600-h/Les+copistes+Montois,+dont+une+quinzaine+nous+sont+connus+au+10Ã¨me+et+11Ã¨me+siÃ¨cle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078205766911644578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlpPVEb06I/AAAAAAAABHs/0gyezFIAo3U/s320/Les+copistes+Montois,+dont+une+quinzaine+nous+sont+connus+au+10%C3%A8me+et+11%C3%A8me+si%C3%A8cle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra capitular de iluminura românica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os monges copistas dos séculos X e XI transcreveram milhares de páginas, exímios na arte da caligrafia. A arte era sumptuosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnloxFEb05I/AAAAAAAABHk/acluzZfQJLE/s1600-h/chartres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078205247220601746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnloxFEb05I/AAAAAAAABHk/acluzZfQJLE/s320/chartres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Catedral de Chartres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A transição para o período seguinte, o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gótico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, foi lenta, e bem mais demorada na pintura que na arquitectura, que continua fantástica (as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catedrais de Notre Dame, Chartres e Colónia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; são exemplo, e nelas se encontram os melhores trabalhos de vitral). A Igreja impunha-se, mantendo o povo num estado de subjugação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnloZFEb04I/AAAAAAAABHc/6rS_2SnmCDI/s1600-h/GÃ³tico.+retÃ¡bulo+de+Sigena,+de+Jaume+Serra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078204834903741314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnloZFEb04I/AAAAAAAABHc/6rS_2SnmCDI/s320/G%C3%B3tico.+ret%C3%A1bulo+de+Sigena,+de+Jaume+Serra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gótico. Retábulo de Sigena, de Jaume Serra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A prática das pinturas murais românicas desaparece, pois a estrutura dos templos góticos, que rasgava as paredes de pedra com janelas decoradas de vitrais coloridos, não fornecia características para pintura mural. É nos vitrais e nos códices que esta se desenvolve. Será uma posterior pintura sobre tábua, o retábulo, que trará os melhores exemplares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnloIlEb03I/AAAAAAAABHU/vmhag-XHBWo/s1600-h/Retablo+de+Sixena,+antes+de+su+restauraciÃ³n.+Obra+atribuida+a+Pere+Serra,+es+un+ejemplo+de+la+pintura+gÃ³tica+producida+en+Catalunya+bajo+la+influencia+italiana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078204551435899762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnloIlEb03I/AAAAAAAABHU/vmhag-XHBWo/s320/Retablo+de+Sixena,+antes+de+su+restauraci%C3%B3n.+Obra+atribuida+a+Pere+Serra,+es+un+ejemplo+de+la+pintura+g%C3%B3tica+producida+en+Catalunya+bajo+la+influencia+italiana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retablo de Sixena. Obra atribuída a Pere Serra. Catalunha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;retábulo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;compõe-se de uma tábua central, onde aparece o santo a quem se dedica a obra. As tábuas laterais contam os episódios mais marcantes da sua vida, distribuídos em compartimentos, na parte inferior a “&lt;em&gt;predela&lt;/em&gt;”. Muitas vezes, também se encontram representados aqueles que à encomenda procederam e emblemas heráldicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rnln0lEb02I/AAAAAAAABHM/GOsiloph4s0/s1600-h/ENLUMINURE+GOTHIQUE+DANS+UN+ATELIER+PARISIEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078204207838516066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rnln0lEb02I/AAAAAAAABHM/GOsiloph4s0/s320/ENLUMINURE+GOTHIQUE+DANS+UN+ATELIER+PARISIEN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra capitular de iluminura gótica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Este novo estilo veio com o apogeu económico. A sociedade civil estruturava-se em confrarias, a nobreza e a corte tornavam-se clientes das artes.&lt;br /&gt;O resultado final dos primeiros trabalhos góticos não é muito diferente dos românicos, nota-se apenas uma maior leveza ou mobilidade e algumas emoções nos rostos das personagens, ainda longe do desenho e perspectiva renascentistas. As &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iluminuras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mantêm a vivacidade cromática, abundante emprego do ouro e decoração historiada de letras capitulares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlnvVEb01I/AAAAAAAABHE/u7yhX_S65Tc/s1600-h/detalhe+iluminura+gÃ³tica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078204117644202834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlnvVEb01I/AAAAAAAABHE/u7yhX_S65Tc/s320/detalhe+iluminura+g%C3%B3tica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iluminura gótica. Detalhe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;Renascimento&lt;/strong&gt; virá despertar a Europa de um demorado adormecimento. Reinos de Deus e do Diabo, o Renascimento assiste ao júbilo do Homem, respeito pela dignidade humana. Disseminação de novas ideias, para o que contribui a invenção da Imprensa. Os livros e as ideias abandonam as cortes e o clero, e circulam numa promoção e elogio do saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/3739177885107483554-1585533323010420747?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/1585533323010420747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=1585533323010420747&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/1585533323010420747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/1585533323010420747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='Das Trevas à Luz'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnlvZ1Eb1AI/AAAAAAAABIc/GAZtIl6dzDU/s72-c/arte+bizantina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-5479160588226159784</id><published>2007-06-13T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:05:34.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Tentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Homem preocupou-se, desde sempre, em observar , interpretar e reproduzir o mundo à sua volta, por vezes em temas recorrentes, em diferentes modos de ver, consoante as épocas, segundo os sentires e os estares.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB4slEb0xI/AAAAAAAABGk/3HKO1UQW2Cg/s1600-h/Grunewald,+AsTentaÃ§Ã£o+de+Santo+AntÃ³nio,+1510-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075689487306838802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB4slEb0xI/AAAAAAAABGk/3HKO1UQW2Cg/s320/Grunewald,+AsTenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Santo+Ant%C3%B3nio,+1510-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grunewald. A Tentação de Santo António, 1510-15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB4hFEb0wI/AAAAAAAABGc/8a0Mk23xeiU/s1600-h/Bosch,+A+TentaÃ§Ã£o+de+Santo+AntÃ³nio,+c+1500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075689289738343170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB4hFEb0wI/AAAAAAAABGc/8a0Mk23xeiU/s320/Bosch,+A+Tenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Santo+Ant%C3%B3nio,+c+1500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bosch. A Tentação de Santo António, c 1500&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB4VFEb0vI/AAAAAAAABGU/A1ILQ-eXShU/s1600-h/Joachim+Patenier,+A+TentaÃ§Ã£o+de+Santo+AntÃ³nio,+c.+1550.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075689083579912946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB4VFEb0vI/AAAAAAAABGU/A1ILQ-eXShU/s320/Joachim+Patenier,+A+Tenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Santo+Ant%C3%B3nio,+c.+1550.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joachim Patenier. A Tentação de Santo António, c. 1550&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB4D1Eb0uI/AAAAAAAABGM/JF1JBYc5B_g/s1600-h/Pieter+Bruegel,+O+Velho,+A+tentaÃ§Ã£o+de+Santo+AntÃ³nio,+1562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075688787227169506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB4D1Eb0uI/AAAAAAAABGM/JF1JBYc5B_g/s320/Pieter+Bruegel,+O+Velho,+A+tenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Santo+Ant%C3%B3nio,+1562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pieter Bruegel, O Velho. A Tentação de Santo António, 1562&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB391Eb0tI/AAAAAAAABGE/IE76FUZ2FP8/s1600-h/Paul+CÃ©zanne.+Temptation+of+St.+Anthony.+c.+1875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075688684147954386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB391Eb0tI/AAAAAAAABGE/IE76FUZ2FP8/s320/Paul+C%C3%A9zanne.+Temptation+of+St.+Anthony.+c.+1875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul Cézanne. A Tentação de Santo António, c. 1875&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB3sFEb0rI/AAAAAAAABF0/2sWvIC_55jA/s1600-h/SUR+Max+Ernst+TentaÃ§Ãµes+de+santo+antÃ³nio+1945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075688379205276338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB3sFEb0rI/AAAAAAAABF0/2sWvIC_55jA/s320/SUR+Max+Ernst+Tenta%C3%A7%C3%B5es+de+santo+ant%C3%B3nio+1945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Max Ernst. A Tentação de Santo António, 1945&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB3kVEb0qI/AAAAAAAABFs/mVqV-bdccBg/s1600-h/SUR+Dali+tentaÃ§Ã£o+de+santo+antÃ³nio,+1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075688246061290146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB3kVEb0qI/AAAAAAAABFs/mVqV-bdccBg/s320/SUR+Dali+tenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+santo+ant%C3%B3nio,+1946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salvador Dali. A Tentação de Santo António, 1946&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB3U1Eb0pI/AAAAAAAABFk/LjuuzBNzNgI/s1600-h/Brian+Curtis,+A+TentaÃ§Ã£o+de+Santo+AntÃ³nio,+1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075687979773317778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB3U1Eb0pI/AAAAAAAABFk/LjuuzBNzNgI/s320/Brian+Curtis,+A+Tenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Santo+Ant%C3%B3nio,+1986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa Miller. A Tentação de Santo António, 1991&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB3PlEb0oI/AAAAAAAABFc/G1hwMQnUATg/s1600-h/Melissa+Miller,+A+tentaÃ§Ã£o+de+Santo+AntÃ³nio,+1991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075687889579004546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB3PlEb0oI/AAAAAAAABFc/G1hwMQnUATg/s320/Melissa+Miller,+A+tenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Santo+Ant%C3%B3nio,+1991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa Miller, A Tentação de Santo António, 1991&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB2e1Eb0nI/AAAAAAAABFU/0hq9fEZhN_s/s1600-h/Lui-Ko,+A+TentaÃ§Ã£o+de+Santo+AntÃ³nio,+2004.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075687052060381810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB2e1Eb0nI/AAAAAAAABFU/0hq9fEZhN_s/s320/Lui-Ko,+A+Tenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Santo+Ant%C3%B3nio,+2004.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa Miller. A Tentação de Santo António, 1991&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-5479160588226159784?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/5479160588226159784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=5479160588226159784&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5479160588226159784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5479160588226159784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/06/em-tentao.html' title='Em Tentação'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RnB4slEb0xI/AAAAAAAABGk/3HKO1UQW2Cg/s72-c/Grunewald,+AsTenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Santo+Ant%C3%B3nio,+1510-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-9161125641103986483</id><published>2007-06-09T22:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T02:17:59.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Olhar Mágico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsl-lEb0hI/AAAAAAAABEg/urukncSMKIo/s1600-h/Vladimir+Kush+forgotten_sunglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074191162195825170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsl-lEb0hI/AAAAAAAABEg/urukncSMKIo/s320/Vladimir+Kush+forgotten_sunglasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vladimir Kush. &lt;em&gt;Forgotten Sunglasses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os olhos, órgãos da percepção visual são universalmente o símbolo da percepção intelectual. O taoismo associa-os ao sol (direito) e à lua (esquerdo), e, respectivamente, ao futuro e ao passado, à actividade e passividade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsl5lEb0gI/AAAAAAAABEY/QTcjlpVSn1k/s1600-h/AAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074191076296479234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsl5lEb0gI/AAAAAAAABEY/QTcjlpVSn1k/s320/AAA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;René Magritte. &lt;em&gt;Le Faux Miroir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um observa o tempo, o outro a eternidade. O carácter chinês ming, símbolo da luz, é a síntese de sol e lua, da unidade.&lt;br /&gt;Esta percepção do uno remete-nos para o terceiro olho, o olho frontal de Shiva (deus hindu), a um mesmo tempo renovador e destruidor, já que destrói para fazer renascer. Olho da sabedoria, órgão da visão interior, também, presente na religião budista e no Islão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmslslEb0eI/AAAAAAAABEI/19EnSFl5wKs/s1600-h/Dali,+Spellbound.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074190852958179810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmslslEb0eI/AAAAAAAABEI/19EnSFl5wKs/s320/Dali,+Spellbound.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dali, &lt;em&gt;Spellbound &lt;/em&gt;(depois do filme de Alfred Hitchcok, em cujas sequências oníricas trabalhou)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma constante na espiritualidade muçulmana, os poetas sufistas referem-se-lhe, e a mesma referência, enquanto olho da alma, encontramo-la em Platão e Santo Agostinho. O olho é intuição e clarividência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmslflEb0dI/AAAAAAAABEA/DrXfsJ5ozK0/s1600-h/All-Seeing_Eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074190629619880402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmslflEb0dI/AAAAAAAABEA/DrXfsJ5ozK0/s320/All-Seeing_Eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Símbolo da Essência e do Conhecimento divino, inscrito num triângulo, é a um tempo símbolo maçónico e cristão. O ritual de abertura dos olhos é uma iniciação ao conhecimento, e o olho de Deus, que tudo vê, omnisciência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmslOlEb0cI/AAAAAAAABD4/20p5I9yKGyM/s1600-h/olho+maÃ§Ã³nico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074190337562104258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmslOlEb0cI/AAAAAAAABD4/20p5I9yKGyM/s320/olho+ma%C3%A7%C3%B3nico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não esqueçamos a corrente expressão “mau olhado”, usada, com igual significado, no mundo islâmico. Sinal de poder associado a maldade. E, ainda, as poções mágicas da África Central, a que olhos de animais e humanos eram associadas, tal a importância atribuída ao sentido da visão. Por fim, a pintura em trompe-l’oeil, a enganar o olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os egípcios, no rosto de perfil, representavam o olhar de frente, olhar mágico. Olho-luz, purificador, símbolo sagrado que encontramos em quase todas as suas obras de arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsk3FEb0bI/AAAAAAAABDw/sJlzG9U4z3A/s1600-h/egyptian+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074189933835178418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsk3FEb0bI/AAAAAAAABDw/sJlzG9U4z3A/s320/egyptian+eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No final de 1889, salteadores de túmulos, trouxeram à luz do dia retratos fantásticos da região de Fayoum, situada a oeste do Nilo. Remontam à época da ocupação romana, datando-se, assim, dos primeiros séculos da nossa era. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmska1Eb0aI/AAAAAAAABDo/ESBB6f7Mhhk/s1600-h/Fayoum2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074189448503873954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmska1Eb0aI/AAAAAAAABDo/ESBB6f7Mhhk/s320/Fayoum2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que mais impressiona nestes sarcófagos egípcios é o realismo dos retratos, a expressão profunda, a familiaridade que ultrapassa o tempo que deles nos separa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmskSVEb0ZI/AAAAAAAABDg/uGpgpPqXThs/s1600-h/Fayoum1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074189302474985874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmskSVEb0ZI/AAAAAAAABDg/uGpgpPqXThs/s320/Fayoum1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um olhar vindo do mundo da morte para o dos vivos, mensagem da alma imortal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsju1Eb0YI/AAAAAAAABDY/GekYo2J2N-M/s1600-h/Fayoum3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074188692589629826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsju1Eb0YI/AAAAAAAABDY/GekYo2J2N-M/s320/Fayoum3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde o clássico, e porventura mais falado olhar da história da pintura, &lt;em&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/em&gt;, a inovação na técnica do olhar, o olhar perseguindo-nos, qualquer que seja o lugar de onde o observemos, muitos foram os pintores que sobre ele se debruçaram, procurando eternizá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmsikFEb0XI/AAAAAAAABDQ/WxB4wGLok1o/s1600-h/Leonardo+DaVinci.+Monalisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074187408394408306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmsikFEb0XI/AAAAAAAABDQ/WxB4wGLok1o/s320/Leonardo+DaVinci.+Monalisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Leonardo da Vinci. &lt;em&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/em&gt;, 1503&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Por prazer ou encomenda, a soldo da Igreja ou de outra entidade, em privado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsh51Eb0VI/AAAAAAAABDA/uNzHWvgx3cM/s1600-h/Albrecht+Durer.+Unknown+Lady,+1497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074186682544935250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsh51Eb0VI/AAAAAAAABDA/uNzHWvgx3cM/s320/Albrecht+Durer.+Unknown+Lady,+1497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albrecht Durer. &lt;em&gt;Unknown Lady&lt;/em&gt;, 1497&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmshwlEb0UI/AAAAAAAABC4/-dlm446wZvE/s1600-h/Bartolomeo+Veneto.+Portrait+of+a+Gentleman,+1512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074186523631145282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmshwlEb0UI/AAAAAAAABC4/-dlm446wZvE/s320/Bartolomeo+Veneto.+Portrait+of+a+Gentleman,+1512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bartolomeo Veneto. &lt;em&gt;Portrait of a Gentleman&lt;/em&gt;, 1512&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ao longo dos séculos, Piero de la Francesca, Albrecht Durer, Leonardo da Vinci, Rafael, Bartolomeo Veneto, Parmigianino, Hans Holbein, Agnolo Bronzino, Rubens, Rembrant, Ingres, Van gogh… tantos e tantos se dedicaram a perpetuar o rosto e olhar humanos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmshlFEb0TI/AAAAAAAABCw/5gOZvLQjPTw/s1600-h/Rubens.+Family+of+Jan+Brueghel,+1612-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074186326062649650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmshlFEb0TI/AAAAAAAABCw/5gOZvLQjPTw/s320/Rubens.+Family+of+Jan+Brueghel,+1612-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rubens. &lt;em&gt;Family of Jan Brueghel, o Velho&lt;/em&gt;, 1612-13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São personalidades históricas, marcantes de uma época, ricos comerciantes ou seus familiares, mecenas ou patronos das artes, outras anónimas, individualmente ou em cenas de família, meninos e meninas. Sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmshIVEb0SI/AAAAAAAABCo/aZYDuD5Abe0/s1600-h/Agnolo+Bronzino.+Bia,+the+Illegitimate+Daughter+of+Cosimo+I+de+Medici,+1542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074185832141410594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RmshIVEb0SI/AAAAAAAABCo/aZYDuD5Abe0/s320/Agnolo+Bronzino.+Bia,+the+Illegitimate+Daughter+of+Cosimo+I+de+Medici,+1542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agnolo Bronzino. &lt;em&gt;Bia, the Illegitimate Daughter of Cosimo I de Medici&lt;/em&gt;, 1542&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsg91Eb0RI/AAAAAAAABCg/nzjJUp9-aNE/s1600-h/edward-vi-holbein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074185651752784146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsg91Eb0RI/AAAAAAAABCg/nzjJUp9-aNE/s320/edward-vi-holbein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hans Holbein the Younger. &lt;em&gt;Edward VI as a Child&lt;/em&gt;, 1538&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que melhor forma de descobrir os segredos de um pintor senão segundo o olhar com que ele dota as suas figuras? A pintura não se reduz a descrever o objecto que se vê, mas a ideia que ele representa. Um olhar que ela devolverá aos outros. Espelho da alma, o olhar impõe-se, troca-se, pinta-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsd9VEb0KI/AAAAAAAABBo/0IYx7cbIYpk/s1600-h/Rembrant.+Autoportrait,+1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074182344627966114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsd9VEb0KI/AAAAAAAABBo/0IYx7cbIYpk/s320/Rembrant.+Autoportrait,+1659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rembrant. &lt;em&gt;Autoportrait&lt;/em&gt;, 1659&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vidas e vida. Presas no momento. Olhares pulsando em tela, atravessando-a, para no nosso olhar se pousarem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&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/3739177885107483554-9161125641103986483?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/9161125641103986483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=9161125641103986483&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/9161125641103986483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/9161125641103986483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-olhar-mgico.html' title='O Olhar Mágico'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rmsl-lEb0hI/AAAAAAAABEg/urukncSMKIo/s72-c/Vladimir+Kush+forgotten_sunglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-691831563589874316</id><published>2007-05-26T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:13:36.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Primórdios da Arte Ocidental</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rli7lxWB3VI/AAAAAAAAA8A/_MZimtdstdo/s1600-h/cave_painting_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069007638180781394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rli7lxWB3VI/AAAAAAAAA8A/_MZimtdstdo/s320/cave_painting_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os pintores da Idade da Pedra fabricavam, eles mesmos, as suas próprias cores e materiais, usando da terra ao sangue, óxidos minerais, sumos de frutos ou flores, que transformavam em vermelho, castanho, amarelo ou preto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bisontes, touros, cavalos, antílopes aparecem correndo, perseguidos por silhuetas de homens. Pensariam eles que essas cenas de captura facilitariam a vida do caçador.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rli7fRWB3UI/AAAAAAAAA74/ukKMzhSrTcE/s1600-h/bhim7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069007526511631682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rli7fRWB3UI/AAAAAAAAA74/ukKMzhSrTcE/s320/bhim7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Arte Egípcia influenciou os gregos que, por sua vez, influenciaram os romanos. Terá sido, assim, o início da Arte ocidental.&lt;br /&gt;Os egípcios não pretendiam somente produzir obras de arte, a sua intenção maior era decorar o túmulo do seu faraó, dotando-o de todas as personagens que pudessem servi-lo, ainda, na sua outra vida. Criados dele cuidariam e lhe preparariam faustos repastos, músicos e poetas o distrairiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rli7WBWB3TI/AAAAAAAAA7w/bHlQxsS-NaY/s1600-h/Tumba+de+Nebamon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069007367597841714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rli7WBWB3TI/AAAAAAAAA7w/bHlQxsS-NaY/s320/Tumba+de+Nebamon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Túmulo de Nebamon, cena de banquete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As pinturas egípcias representavam sempre o homem mais alto que a mulher e com um tom de pele mais moreno, cabeça e braços, pernas e pés de perfil, contudo, o olho e os ombros eram representados de frente e os pés ambos esquerdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rli7ORWB3SI/AAAAAAAAA7o/FqKFMAsIAq0/s1600-h/Tumba+de+Nefertari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069007234453855522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rli7ORWB3SI/AAAAAAAAA7o/FqKFMAsIAq0/s320/Tumba+de+Nefertari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Túmulo de Nefertari (1300-1250 aC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só mil anos depois, os gregos, pela primeira vez, representam o pé de frente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rli7HBWB3RI/AAAAAAAAA7g/WAfQJg0u5_o/s1600-h/anfora+grega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069007109899803922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rli7HBWB3RI/AAAAAAAAA7g/WAfQJg0u5_o/s320/anfora+grega.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ânfora grega, 500 a.C.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A partir do séc. XV, em Itália, abandonam-se as formas de arte da Idade Média, num retorno às da Antiguidade Greco-latina, o renascer das formas clássicas acompanhadas da vontade de renascer a partir da descoberta e sede de descobrir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-691831563589874316?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/691831563589874316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=691831563589874316&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/691831563589874316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/691831563589874316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/05/primrdios-da-arte-ocidental.html' title='Primórdios da Arte Ocidental'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rli7lxWB3VI/AAAAAAAAA8A/_MZimtdstdo/s72-c/cave_painting_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-2159035749556697560</id><published>2007-05-22T02:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T02:52:29.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recriar o Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde sempre a pintura ocidental retomou temas de pintores anteriores, a recriação dando nova vida a antigas criações. Vejamos esta pintura de Botero onde ele recupera o quadro de Van Eyck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGuRWB3CI/AAAAAAAAA5o/fx3prR4V4iQ/s1600-h/awi-aw2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067190291488955426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGuRWB3CI/AAAAAAAAA5o/fx3prR4V4iQ/s320/awi-aw2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1978, Arnolfini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Várias foram as influências que Botero assimilou. Se acima o motivo foi dado por Van Eyck, os renascentistas e barrocos italianos sempre o seduziram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGoRWB3BI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ZBtVmS9mEQI/s1600-h/BOTERO+mantegna+a+corte+de+mantua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067190188409740306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGoRWB3BI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ZBtVmS9mEQI/s320/BOTERO+mantegna+a+corte+de+mantua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mategna. &lt;em&gt;Camera degli Spozi, Palazzo Ducale, Mantua&lt;/em&gt;, 1471&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGeRWB3AI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Cc0u8xTuRmY/s1600-h/BOTERO+homenagem+a+Mantegna,+1961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067190016611048450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGeRWB3AI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Cc0u8xTuRmY/s320/BOTERO+homenagem+a+Mantegna,+1961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1961, Homenagem a Mantegna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Mona Lisa também se revelou irresistível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGURWB2_I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/uhA6_ZQOnQY/s1600-h/BOTERO+Leonardo+davinci+mona-lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067189844812356594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGURWB2_I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/uhA6_ZQOnQY/s320/BOTERO+Leonardo+davinci+mona-lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leonardo da Vinci. &lt;em&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/em&gt;, 1503-06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGNRWB2-I/AAAAAAAAA5I/DXlNtlheOgs/s1600-h/botero_monalisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067189724553272290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGNRWB2-I/AAAAAAAAA5I/DXlNtlheOgs/s320/botero_monalisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1977, Mona Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rubens tê-lo-á impressionado com as suas cenas mitológicas, imaculadas Virgens e composições históricas, mas, essencialmente, levou-lhe as suas proporções, havendo pintado várias versões de Mrs. Rubens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGFRWB29I/AAAAAAAAA5A/L-fU2BLsjeQ/s1600-h/BOTERO+Susanna+Fourment,+1622-25+Peter+Paul+Rubens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067189587114318802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGFRWB29I/AAAAAAAAA5A/L-fU2BLsjeQ/s320/BOTERO+Susanna+Fourment,+1622-25+Peter+Paul+Rubens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Paul Rubens. &lt;em&gt;Susanna Fourment&lt;/em&gt;, 1622-25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGAxWB28I/AAAAAAAAA44/ZbASz_1KsEE/s1600-h/BOTERO+MrsRubens,+1964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067189509804907458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGAxWB28I/AAAAAAAAA44/ZbASz_1KsEE/s320/BOTERO+MrsRubens,+1964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 1968, Mrs Rubens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ingres foi outro dos pintores a nele influirem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJFsBWB27I/AAAAAAAAA4w/W1JHOXyxFWI/s1600-h/ingres_riviere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067189153322621874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJFsBWB27I/AAAAAAAAA4w/W1JHOXyxFWI/s320/ingres_riviere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingres, &lt;em&gt;Mademoiselle Rivière&lt;/em&gt;, 1805&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJEahWB26I/AAAAAAAAA4o/szCbEvD2Tq8/s1600-h/BOTERO+la_senorita_riviere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067187753163283362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJEahWB26I/AAAAAAAAA4o/szCbEvD2Tq8/s320/BOTERO+la_senorita_riviere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1979, Mademoiselle Rivière&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E reminiscências de Monet (Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe) ocorrem frequentemente nos seus picnics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJEShWB25I/AAAAAAAAA4g/4J9LtKUb8nI/s1600-h/manetdejeuner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067187615724329874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJEShWB25I/AAAAAAAAA4g/4J9LtKUb8nI/s320/manetdejeuner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manet. &lt;em&gt;Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe&lt;/em&gt;, 1863&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJEJRWB24I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ahE8bB8UfLQ/s1600-h/BOTERO+picnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067187456810539906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJEJRWB24I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ahE8bB8UfLQ/s320/BOTERO+picnic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2001, Picnic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Velásquez foi, porém, o seu maior motivo de inspiração. Quando Botero se encontrava em Madrid, estudando na Real Academia de San Fernando, 1952, o Museu do Prado era o seu lugar de deleite, aí respirava entre Velásquez e Goya, tomando, pela primeira vez, contacto com Velásquez e do seu quadro As Meninas, tê-lo-á atraído a Infanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJEDRWB23I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TfbOdPLdQuA/s1600-h/e_velazquez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067187353731324786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJEDRWB23I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TfbOdPLdQuA/s320/e_velazquez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Velásquez. &lt;em&gt;Auto-retrato&lt;/em&gt;, 1656 (de As Meninas)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJD8xWB22I/AAAAAAAAA4I/V-sDpPtHZw8/s1600-h/BOTERO+velasquez.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067187242062175074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJD8xWB22I/AAAAAAAAA4I/V-sDpPtHZw8/s320/BOTERO+velasquez.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1985, Auto-retrato de Velasquez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Questionado sobre esta recriação, por alguns acusado de ser uma espécie de plagiador, Botero responde que não é plágio mas paródia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-2159035749556697560?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/2159035749556697560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=2159035749556697560&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/2159035749556697560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/2159035749556697560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/05/recriar-o-passado.html' title='Recriar o Passado'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RlJGuRWB3CI/AAAAAAAAA5o/fx3prR4V4iQ/s72-c/awi-aw2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-5441476496455187444</id><published>2007-05-17T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:48:00.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Têmpera ao Óleo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkzYOBWB2aI/AAAAAAAAA0s/np16JSxYBho/s1600-h/arnolf1-petit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065661416275564962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkzYOBWB2aI/AAAAAAAAA0s/np16JSxYBho/s320/arnolf1-petit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na pintura acima, &lt;em&gt;“Os Esposos Arnolfini”&lt;/em&gt;, de Van Eyck, 1434, encomenda feita por um rico comerciante da Flandres, de modo a assim registar o seu casamento, vemos em primeiro plano os esposos. Observando com atenção o espelho ao fundo, nele vemos uma parte da pintura, onde duas figuras junto à porta testemunham o acontecimento (um homem jovem vestido de azul, provavelmente o pintor, e outro de vermelho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A cena é detalhada e para tal conseguir Van Eyck não podia recorrer à têmpera devido à sua secagem rápida. Assim, este pintor flamengo é um dos primeiros a utilizar a pintura a óleo, que lhe permitia alongar-se no tempo, passando dias trabalhando no efeito de um pedaço de renda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkzYDxWB2ZI/AAAAAAAAA0k/dBAi2MmXAwM/s1600-h/A1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065661240181905810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkzYDxWB2ZI/AAAAAAAAA0k/dBAi2MmXAwM/s320/A1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A têmpera (cor em pó diluída com aglutinante: goma, cola ou ovo) era o processo utilizado para a pintura “a fresco”. Com a ajuda de uma agulha picotava-se um cartão, polvilhando os orifícios com pó de carvão coberto por areia fina, assim se “decalcando” o desenho contra a superfície, parede ou tecto, coberta por gesso fresco.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, havia que ser rápido a pintar, de um só traço, para que nem a mistura de base nem a têmpera secassem, ou todo o trabalho teria de ser refeito. Giotto era um entendido no “fresco”. De mão segura não usava o desenho, pintando directamente, e sem retoques. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkzWzxWB2YI/AAAAAAAAA0c/MoJR4oPj6Ck/s1600-h/A2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065659865792371074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkzWzxWB2YI/AAAAAAAAA0c/MoJR4oPj6Ck/s320/A2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Contudo, o desenho prévio não é depreciativo, Van Eyck, um dos primeiros pintores realmente célebres, trabalhando por encomenda da Igreja e de ricos comerciantes, recorria ao croquis antes da pintura, anotando com números os espaços correspondentes às cores que ía utilizar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-5441476496455187444?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/5441476496455187444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=5441476496455187444&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5441476496455187444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/5441476496455187444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/05/da-tmpera-ao-leo.html' title='Da Têmpera ao Óleo'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkzYOBWB2aI/AAAAAAAAA0s/np16JSxYBho/s72-c/arnolf1-petit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-6836227969006258053</id><published>2007-05-12T01:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T02:35:01.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tela, invenção renascentista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkUW82gW-RI/AAAAAAAAA0M/OMDXdhir2Bw/s1600-h/feature1_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063478590727190802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkUW82gW-RI/AAAAAAAAA0M/OMDXdhir2Bw/s320/feature1_lrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bellini. &lt;em&gt;The Miracle of the True Cross near the San Lorenzo&lt;/em&gt;, 1500&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkUWVmgW-QI/AAAAAAAAA0E/nseDgltNM-o/s1600-h/gio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063477916417325314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkUWVmgW-QI/AAAAAAAAA0E/nseDgltNM-o/s320/gio2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgione. &lt;em&gt;Concerto Campestre&lt;/em&gt;, 1510&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkUWN2gW-PI/AAAAAAAAAz8/smgLk7kEM28/s1600-h/DionisoAriadneTicianoCgfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063477783273339122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkUWN2gW-PI/AAAAAAAAAz8/smgLk7kEM28/s320/DionisoAriadneTicianoCgfa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ticiano. &lt;em&gt;Dioniso e Ariadne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os pintores venezianos gostavam de pintar a cor e luz que reflectia a água à volta da cidade, mas a humidade resultante desse envolvimento natural não permitia a pintura de frescos, técnica usada por outros pintores em outros lugares, tais que os florentinos.&lt;br /&gt;Como as florestas eram raras na região, o recurso a tábuas de madeira era também pouco exequível.&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que os pintores venezianos renascentistas inventaram a tela esticada sobre enquadramento de madeira, tornando-se o suporte tradicional preferido a partir de então, porque a sua plástica cede ligeiramente à pressão da pincelada, pela capacidade de esticamento e pela sua durabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;As melhores telas são as de tecido de linho, seja estopa ou linho artesanal. Pela humidade envolvente, o que interfere na dilatação, este é preferido ao algodão, mas há-as, ainda, em pano cru (tecido de mistura, linho+algodão), serapilheira ou cânhamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Giovanni Bellini&lt;/span&gt; (c1429-1507), &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Giorgione&lt;/span&gt; (1475-1510) e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ticiano&lt;/span&gt; (1490-1567), imagens acima, são os maiores pintores venezianos da Renascença. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3739177885107483554-6836227969006258053?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/6836227969006258053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=6836227969006258053&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6836227969006258053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6836227969006258053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/05/tela-inveno-renascentista.html' title='A Tela, invenção renascentista'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkUW82gW-RI/AAAAAAAAA0M/OMDXdhir2Bw/s72-c/feature1_lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-6047258714129720469</id><published>2007-05-11T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:55:18.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thinking blogger AWARD"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkOoLmgW-GI/AAAAAAAAAy0/GeDdf-2LQaw/s1600-h/thinkingblogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063075323362867298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkOoLmgW-GI/AAAAAAAAAy0/GeDdf-2LQaw/s320/thinkingblogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O meu obrigada pela nomeação feita, enquanto “&lt;strong&gt;thinking blog&lt;/strong&gt;”, por José Quintela Soares&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artesetima.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.artesetima.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;a este meu espaço, e pelo acreditar neste cantinho ainda em crescimento. Dou os parabéns pela nomeação feita ao seu &lt;em&gt;ArteSétima&lt;/em&gt;, nomeação que contempla os seus outros espaços, que não incluo na escolha abaixo porquanto a retribuição pareceria recompensa ou paga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Espaços, contudo, igualmente merecedores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.operapertutti.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.operapertutti.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lisboantiga.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.lisboantiga.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;outros seus lugares de paixão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;O Primeiro, onde, nas suas palavras, sempre vou beber; o segundo, onde cada texto e imagem são encontros nas esquinas da cidade que amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Outros Blogs que me fazem pensar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A minha primeira escolha vai para um blog que não mencionarei porque o autor o prefere em recato. Um blog encontro de azuis, azul de serenidade e frescura. Um espaço de saudade e presente, de respeito pelo passado e passagem de testemunho. Espaço de rigor.&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar de céu por cima e mar à volta, onde desfilam as palavras, por vezes em severidade, noutras em poesia, onde as imagens são, também elas, poema, e a alma pulsa e a emoção lateja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mendesferreira.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://mendesferreira.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Piano. Um outro lugar de encantamento, onde as palavras se elevam e por vezes esmagam, rasgam página, écran ou tela. (Vejam-se os outros espaços da autora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://elisabetecunha.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://elisabetecunha.wordpress.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Encanto. Este é um espaço onde as minhas “mágoas” e desassossegos quotidianos minguam, se trivializam, porque nos muitos textos me revejo, porque descubro que não sou singular, porque as palavras são leves e aliviam, trazem o saber de quem encontrou a serenidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bandida-bandida.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.bandida-bandida.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um lugar “bandido”, num mesmo tempo duro e terno, a surpreender e a sobressaltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kaligraphias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.kaligraphias.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Caligrafias. Um espaço que escolho porque gostaria de ver mais activo, um espaço de em outras vidas e vivências pensar. Que esta minha nomeação sirva de coacção para que o autor mais se empenhe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&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/3739177885107483554-6047258714129720469?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/6047258714129720469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=6047258714129720469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6047258714129720469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/6047258714129720469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/05/thinking-blogger-award.html' title='&quot;Thinking blogger AWARD&quot;'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkOoLmgW-GI/AAAAAAAAAy0/GeDdf-2LQaw/s72-c/thinkingblogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-1213404966530155734</id><published>2007-05-10T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:33:10.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Psicologia das Cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkJR42gW-CI/AAAAAAAAAyY/gIS__4SWjn0/s1600-h/gauguin56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062698968263620642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkJR42gW-CI/AAAAAAAAAyY/gIS__4SWjn0/s320/gauguin56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul Gauguin (1848-1903). Mahana no atua (Day of God), c.1894&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O objectivo primordial da psicologia das cores, mais do que definir preferências, é determinar as relações entre estas enquanto manifestações e os acontecimentos psíquicos a elas associados. Observemo-las segundo os testes de Luscher.&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;amarelo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;caracteriza-se pela claridade, reflecte e irradia luz, incita ao futuro, impulsiona. Na pintura alivia o fastidioso.&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;azul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;apela à tranquilidade, a um estado de paz e satisfação. O escuro conduz às vivências interiores, remete para dentro de nós. O claro torna-se mais elástico, mais compensatório. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkJRwWgW-BI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/_WTOsNjsU-s/s1600-h/van-gogh-vincent-cafe-terrace-at-night-9965743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062698822234732562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkJRwWgW-BI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/_WTOsNjsU-s/s320/van-gogh-vincent-cafe-terrace-at-night-9965743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890). Cafe Terrace at Night, 1888&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; branco&lt;/span&gt; é&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; uma cor redutora, diz da falta de controlo e de domínio.&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;cinzento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;é a cor da neutralidade. Não é nem colorido, nem claro nem escuro, nem tenso nem aliviador. Livre de qualquer influência psíquica, fronteira do nada, é a cor da abstracção, do resguardo. Na sua tonalidade escura tem uma função neutralizadora, é a cor da repressão, de retorno ao interior.&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;verde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;representa a estabilidade e reunião de forças, compensação entre mundo exterior e interior, perseverança. É compensatório.&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;castanho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;é um vermelho amarelado escurecido, onde a força vital do vermelho se atenua e a vitalidade se torna passiva, sendo ao mesmo tempo energia positiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkJRjWgW-AI/AAAAAAAAAyI/aejHHxBGOCU/s1600-h/pvlam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062698598896433154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkJRjWgW-AI/AAAAAAAAAyI/aejHHxBGOCU/s320/pvlam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maurice Vlaminck (1876-1958). Le Restaurant de la Machine à Bougival, 1906&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;preto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tem tendência a bloquear sentimentos afectivos, mais potente que o cinzento não é desagradável mas estabilizador. É o limite absoluto, barreira, supressão.&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vermelho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;é força vital, impulso para conquistar o êxito. Da força instintiva sexual à transformação revolucionária.&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;violeta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;é, a um mesmo tempo, inibidor e estimulante, tranquilidade e instabilidade. Sinal de evolução e mudança. Mistura de vermelho e azul, é impulsividade, hipersensibilidade e encantamento.&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;púrpura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;é autoridade e dignidade. Muito usado nos mosaicos bizantinos é uma cor a que deixou de se prestar muita atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkJKhWgW99I/AAAAAAAAAxw/fyywkikbg54/s1600-h/matisse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062690867955300306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkJKhWgW99I/AAAAAAAAAxw/fyywkikbg54/s320/matisse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Henri Matisse (1869-1954). The Dinner Table (Harmony in Red), 1897 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cada um de nós, perante um conjunto, predominância ou ausência de uma cor, experimenta diferentes sensações, de bem ou mau estar, de prazer, aversão ou perturbação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Obras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pós-Impressionistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Gauguin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Van Gogh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fauvistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vlaminck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3739177885107483554-1213404966530155734?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/1213404966530155734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=1213404966530155734&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/1213404966530155734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/1213404966530155734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/05/psicologia-das-cores.html' title='Psicologia das Cores'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RkJR42gW-CI/AAAAAAAAAyY/gIS__4SWjn0/s72-c/gauguin56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-1597472597227478681</id><published>2007-05-06T02:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:10:49.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(IN)Descrição das Cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como se descreve uma cor? Alguma vez tentámos descrever uma cor? Comparamo-la, atribuímos-lhe um significado, uma sensação, mas conseguimos descrevê-la?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rj0mz2gW97I/AAAAAAAAAxg/P7VJN06vgSM/s1600-h/PrimaryColorsSubtraction.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061244228480726962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rj0mz2gW97I/AAAAAAAAAxg/P7VJN06vgSM/s320/PrimaryColorsSubtraction.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se muitas cores existem, na pintura mais ainda, pelas misturas conseguidas através de mesclas subtis. Assim, existem o azul Van Eyck, o verde Veronese, conseguidas pelos pintores em causa.&lt;br /&gt;Primeira abordagem, como se classificam as cores?&lt;br /&gt;Dividimo-las em duas categorías, primárias e secundárias, quente e frias.&lt;br /&gt;São três as cores primárias, vermelho, azul e amarelo. Cores puras que se conseguem sem qualquer mistura. Mas para obter o verde, o laranja ou o violeta (cores secundárias) é necessário misturar as cores primárias.&lt;br /&gt;As cores frias são o azul e o verde, as quentes, o vermelho e o amarelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rj0iJ2gW96I/AAAAAAAAAxY/WIdZJle-80Y/s1600-h/Matisse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061239108879710114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rj0iJ2gW96I/AAAAAAAAAxY/WIdZJle-80Y/s320/Matisse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Henri Matisse (1869-1954), Le Bonheur de Vivre, 1905-06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Experimentemos…&lt;br /&gt;Misturem-se duas cores primárias, acrescente-se o preto, a mistura perde intensidade. Tente-se, ao invés, misturar o branco a essas mesmas cores primárias, a cor aviva-se. Assim se conseguem criar cores brilhantes e outras mais ternas.&lt;br /&gt;Outro exemplo, experimente-se colocar um verde junto a um vermelho, este último torna-se mais vivo. Por sua vez, o amarelo junto ao vermelho faz este perder intensidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rj0h5mgW95I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/xme_EKVROpo/s1600-h/Andre+Derain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061238829706835858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rj0h5mgW95I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/xme_EKVROpo/s320/Andre+Derain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Andre Derain (1880-1954), L'Estaque, 1906&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um último exemplo, observe-se durante uns minutos uma folha ou painel vermelho, fechem-se em seguida os olhos. A cor que vemos é o verde, sua cor complementar. Este é o processo do negativo da fotografia.&lt;br /&gt;Harmonizar as cores entre elas obedece a princípios, mas quando se trata de pintura é muito mais importante a sensibilidade.&lt;br /&gt;No que toca à estabilidade de conservação das suas qualidades, as cores são desiguais. O meio, a luz do Sol e a humidade influênciam-nas, e a instabilidade pode, ainda, dever-se à decomposição ou alteração química dos seus componentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As pinturas acima são do período fauvista, os fauvistas foram os grandes mestres da cor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/3739177885107483554-1597472597227478681?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/1597472597227478681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=1597472597227478681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/1597472597227478681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/1597472597227478681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/05/indescrio-das-cores.html' title='(IN)Descrição das Cores'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rj0mz2gW97I/AAAAAAAAAxg/P7VJN06vgSM/s72-c/PrimaryColorsSubtraction.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-7377182477434941284</id><published>2007-05-05T04:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T03:41:44.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspectiva, a ilusão da percepção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Perspectiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é a grande inovação renascentista, que viria a determinar toda a pintura dos séculos vindouros. Esta é a ilusão que a nossa percepção visual fabrica de forma a poder entender &lt;em&gt;profundidade&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;volume&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;distância&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para representar a perspectiva, partimos de um ponto (&lt;strong&gt;ponto de fuga&lt;/strong&gt;), e uma linha imaginária (&lt;strong&gt;linha do horizonte&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;onde este se localiza, sendo que todas as linhas de projecção da pintura convergem para esse ponto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Através de regras geométricas de projecção, podemos representar um objecto tridimensional, e assim os elementos mais distantes do olho são os que se encontram mais próximos do ângulo de visão, sendo os objectos mais pequenos interpretados como estando mais distanciados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RjvgFWgW94I/AAAAAAAAAxI/F1_G67Aq5rY/s1600-h/perspec2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060884988826154882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RjvgFWgW94I/AAAAAAAAAxI/F1_G67Aq5rY/s320/perspec2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Observemos esta pintura bizantina, que se caracteriza pela perspectiva ausente. As figuras representadas têm a mesma dimensão, sendo colocadas "por andares", numa perspectiva hierárquica, pretendendo estes sugerir a distância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rjve-WgW93I/AAAAAAAAAxA/ymR181B9Wtw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060883769055442802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rjve-WgW93I/AAAAAAAAAxA/ymR181B9Wtw/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Detenhamo-nos, agora, na pintura abaixo de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cimabue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (1240-1302).&lt;br /&gt;A composição organiza-se à volta do trono, Nossa Senhora na parte superior, abaixo os Profetas, os anjos nas laterais. Observe-se o rigor simétrico.&lt;br /&gt;Embora ainda na tradição da pintura bizantina, note-se que as figuras aparecem em patamares, contudo já menos estáticas. Cimabue criou uma linguagem plástica que teve um papel decisivo na revolução levada a cabo por Giotto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rjve3mgW92I/AAAAAAAAAw4/VmfVYpYuLMo/s1600-h/cimabue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060883653091325794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/Rjve3mgW92I/AAAAAAAAAw4/VmfVYpYuLMo/s320/cimabue1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare-se com a imagem seguinte, de &lt;strong&gt;Giotto &lt;/strong&gt;(1266?-1337), e veja-se quanto Giotto quebrou definitivamente com a tradição anterior. Foi ele o introdutor da trimensionalidade, com ela trazendo a profundidade. A diferença nota-se ainda nos corpos, modelados de forma mais orgânica e plástica, as personagens, num mesmo tempo, matéria e espírito. Atente-se, ainda, na construcção do trono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RjveoGgW91I/AAAAAAAAAww/7dh8lMYkzOQ/s1600-h/Giotto_di_Bondone_090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060883386803353426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RjveoGgW91I/AAAAAAAAAww/7dh8lMYkzOQ/s320/Giotto_di_Bondone_090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Observe-se, por fim, esta última pintura de Giotto. O estilo é mais forte e claro, os espaços mais largos e os movimentos mais soltos. A caracterização das personagens é individual, estas vêem, escutam, admiram-se, surgem retratadas segundo as suas reacções mentais.&lt;br /&gt;Uma outra curiosidade, o Céu. Giotto pintou o Céu azul, ao invés do tradicional dourado, perdendo este o caracter sagrado e tornando-se mais do domínio da física. Azul do Céu que Leonardo da Vinci tentou explicar, observando que o fumo da madeira a queimar, atravessado pela luz solar, e visto contra fundo escuro, era de coloração azulada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RjvdNGgW9yI/AAAAAAAAAwY/cIGK_hfrQ9A/s1600-h/640px-Giotto_-_Scrovegni_-_-36-_-_Lamentation_(The_Mourning_of_Christ).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060881823435257634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RjvdNGgW9yI/AAAAAAAAAwY/cIGK_hfrQ9A/s320/640px-Giotto_-_Scrovegni_-_-36-_-_Lamentation_%2528The_Mourning_of_Christ%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&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/3739177885107483554-7377182477434941284?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/7377182477434941284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=7377182477434941284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/7377182477434941284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/7377182477434941284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='Perspectiva, a ilusão da percepção'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RjvgFWgW94I/AAAAAAAAAxI/F1_G67Aq5rY/s72-c/perspec2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3739177885107483554.post-4327219241584421253</id><published>2007-05-04T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T01:03:11.627+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nota de Abertura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Pintura é cosa mentale"&lt;br /&gt;... ance sai cosi manuale&lt;br /&gt;(ma prima è cosa mentale!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo da Vinci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RjpzLGgW9xI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sZEhahWqdXQ/s1600-h/clouded_mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060483765866264338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RjpzLGgW9xI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sZEhahWqdXQ/s320/clouded_mind.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don Tywoniw, Clouded Mind, 1990&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A arte diz do comportamento humano e os objectos de arte são o rasto e rosto do homem. Desde a Pré-história que existem representações com uma simbologia específica, sendo que há uma dinâmica criativa no legado deixado pelo Homem ao longo dos tempos. A Arte representa o comportamento humano, existe enquanto movimento.&lt;br /&gt;A sensação primeira, ao observarmos uma obra de arte, é considerá-la bonita ou feia.&lt;br /&gt;Questão primordial: porque agrada uma obra de arte a um observador e desagrada, ou é indiferente, a outro? Porque experimentamos sensações diferentes? A resposta está na nossa personalidade.&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma psicologia da Arte.&lt;br /&gt;Para cada personalidade, as suas preferências. Uns avaliam a obra de arte a nível sentimental, outros fazem uma avaliação intelectual.&lt;br /&gt;Jung, discípulo de Freud, divide as personalidades em extrovertidas e introvertidas. O primeiro, dirigindo as suas energias “para fora”, fixa-se em referências externas, o segundo, virado para a sua vida interior, dirige as suas energias “para dentro”.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, uns preferem manifestações dramáticas e cenas românticas, outros as obras impressionistas que lhes proporcionam um recolhimento, outros ainda querem a obra de arte funcional, ao serviço da utilidade, gostando de quadros realistas, e outros, por fim, apreciam a composição ou configuração, dando primazia ao traço mais do que às cores e observam um quadro distanciando-se intelectualmente.&lt;br /&gt;Que é a arte? O olhar em mudança, em experimentação. Criatividade do artista que produz a sua obra, obra que observada sob um olhar critico continua a gerar criatividade.&lt;br /&gt;A minha proposta é que, neste espaço, se experimente a transformação do olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3739177885107483554-4327219241584421253?l=nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/feeds/4327219241584421253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3739177885107483554&amp;postID=4327219241584421253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/4327219241584421253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3739177885107483554/posts/default/4327219241584421253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastintasparaasregras.blogspot.com/2007/05/nota-de-abertura.html' title='Nota de Abertura'/><author><name>teresamaremar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00688222583122181131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CajemuAPGwc/RjpzLGgW9xI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sZEhahWqdXQ/s72-c/clouded_mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
