Nunca me quiero olvidar de esto.

Y es que la inspiración es parte de todo proceso creativo..

"During the winter much of Yakutia experiences a temperature inversion which results in an unusual phenomena. When the temperature dips below minus 53° Celsius, you can often hear a soft whooshing noise like the sound of grain being poured. It is caused by vapour in one’s own breath turning to ice crystals in the cold, dry air. The local Yakut people call this sound “The Whisper of the Stars."
Jonathan Safran Foer

Punto.

No tengo nada mucho que decir por el momento, solo que el que no entiende el arte, no se conoce a sí mismo.

Lo que sigue es grande en todo sentido.

Prometo que se vienen los updates.

"I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart."
- Edvard Munch

"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death."

- Robert Fulghum

"Peace is not something you wish for, it is something you make, something you are, something you do, and something you give away. "

- Robert Fulghum

"Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous."

- Albert Einstein

"(The Christian) do not think God will love us because we are good, but that God will make us good because He loves us."

- C.S. Lewis

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; / There is a rapture on the lonely shore; / There is society, where none intrudes, / By the deep sea, and music in its roar; / I love not man the less, but Nature more...

- Lord Byron

"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."

- J.K. Rowling

"War is an absolute failure of imagination, scientific and political. That a war can be represented as helping a people to 'feel good' about themselves, or their country, is a measure of that failure."

- Adrienne Rich

"It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road. "

- J.D. Salinger

"Eat that chocolate cake, get your hair wet, love someone, dance in those muddy puddles, tell someone off, draw a picture with crayons like you’re still 6 years old and then give it to someone who is very important to you. Take a nap, go on vacation, do a cartwheel, make your own recipe, dance like no one sees you, paint each nail a different color, take a bubble bath, laugh at a corny joke, get on that table and dance. Pick strawberries, take a jog, plant a garden, make an ugly shirt and wear it all day, learn a new language, write a song, date someone you wouldn’t usually go for, make a scrap book, go on a picnic, relax in the sun, make your own home video, kiss the un-kissed, hug the un-hugged, love the unloved and live your life to the fullest. So when you’re standing in front of Heaven’s gate that chosen day, you’ll have no regrets, no sorrows, no disappointments."

Platypus

Esto no tiene nada que ver con nada, pero voy a aprovecharme de que los blogs son generalmente usados para expresar sentimientos e incluso ser usados como diarios de vida y voy a publicar esta cita que me gustó mucho (dejando de lado lo 'morboso') por si alguna vez la quiero volver a mirar y usar como fuente de inspiración:

"It was a real whale, a photograph of a real whale. I looked into its tiny wise eye and wondered where that eye was now. Was it alive and swimming, or had it died long ago, or was it dying now, right this second? When a whale dies, it falls down through the ocean slowly, over the course of a day. All the other fish see it fall, like a giant statue, like a building, but slowly, slowly." (Miranda July).

Time Passes

No puedo creer que no haya escrito nada del trabajo realista! Ahora que ya se fue toda la emoción de estar haciéndolo y/o haberlo hecho. En fin. Supongo que el trabajo de reflexión tendrá que ser lo suficientemente bueno para reemplazar la reflexión aquí en el blog porque no creo que pueda hacer una ahora sin que salga de manera artificial. Sigh.

...esto es lo que pasa cuando tienes muchas pruebas (y cosas que hacer) y no eres lo suficientemente organizada supongo.

En fin! El jueves y viernes pasado presentamos nuestras queridas obras de experimentación! Fue toda una odisea en realidad. Más de una vez escuché y/o comenté con alguien lo emocionante que era vivir, como lo planteó una amiga, "la vida bohemia, donde se vive con un stress feliz y del café" jaja. Aunque no creo que hayamos vivido ni la mitad de esa 'vida bohemia', de todas maneras fue entretenidísimo vivir este proceso de creación y experimentación.

Lamentablemente, a menos que hayan leído mi informe de realismo (o visto la obra), no sabrán mucho acerca de la obra que presentamos, pero seguiré con mi post igual.

Luego de la presentación, nuestro queridísimo Javier seleccionó distintos estilos bajo el cual comenzaríamos a deformar y defragmentar la obra pasada. A nosotros nos tocó el estilo de GROTOWSKI & ARTAUD.

Como grupo decidimos basarnos en uno de los aspectos representados: el vicio de la hija y del padre (droga y alcohol respectivamente), y desde eso comenzamos a crear, diseñar y planificar.

si quiere seguir informándose sobre el tema...manténgase en sintonía! (: