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Pablo de Valladolid

Finally, the last work to exhibit in these virtual pages was the creation of a creative subject. At first I thought what we asked for was the materialization of an object of teleshopping, nobody can say they are not creative those dedicated to improving the human species through these aparatejos ... some may not be as useful, despite that want to sell as such, but creativity does not necessarily have to be tied to the utlidad. That is when I decided to dispense with the idea of \u200b\u200bthe shopping channel and focus my efforts on creating something uniquely their own and that in turn allowed me artistic freedom. Coincidentally needed in the theater group that I'm (Tambarilla Theatre) a notice to announce the premiere of a work on 12 February, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone (I always feel guilty that expression what will you see the poor birds in all this?).

The work is to represent Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett, located often in the sort of absurd, so I thought that the poster should reflect something unusual, to draw attention. The story tells how two characters wait for a Mr. Godot in the middle of a desolate landscape adorned only by a skeletal tree. They try to pass the time as they can, while other characters cross his path and entertain them a bit while they wait, wait, wait, and ultimately, hope. Do not move from place to finally the sun begins to announce the end of the day and night is suddenly lit by the intense glare of the moon and decide to go to return the next day to keep waiting.

Based on this brief summary and table of Velazquez Pablo de Valladolid , a work that emphasizes, because the shadow of the sitter is all that marks the space on which it is claimed, , and prevents the character look that just floats in the air in an abstract and indeterminate. Since the only time reference in the play is the moon, and all of what they are really sure of is that the characters have for each other, decided that the main characters were only in the lineup together just for the moon and shadows. In addition, since the play takes place in the passage from day to night I wanted to represent the sun in space, noting the passage of time. I also wanted to capture the characters as silhouettes lit by the glow of the moon because they are anonymous people are not known or will be, are people like you, like me or like your neighbors, people who simply want their reason to exist. So, all these elements together resulted in the lineup you see just below these lines:

The work, as I said, opens Feb. 12 at the Casa de la Cultura de Collado Villalba, in the Sierra de Madrid, at 7 afternoon (19:00). Those who do not come you can always enjoy the rare and simple pleasure it gives you what you have, which is not bad, is not the same, but it's something, and what means something is something? Well that is something, but less. Elemental.

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creative object versions Autofotorretrato

T AUMÁTROPO

A few days after officially closing the quarter and thus the course of creative methods to expose here a end of that work. As a self-portrait, a autofotorretrato is the representation of oneself in an image, whose main base is a picture, incorporating certain features (either by touch or by the same composition of the photo) that we consider private and that somehow we represent more or lesser extent. In short, to shape part of our being in a photograph then proceed to modify, if they wish.

My autofotorretrato is based on the first form of animation of still images that existed, the precursor of the zoetrope and other gadgets that allow the development of cinema. I speak, therefore, the thaumatrope, spinning wonder, a toy that was invented in the early decades of the nineteenth century and became quite popular in Victorian times. Developed, among many other inventions, for demonstrate the principle of persistence of vision, by which it was said that the eye is able to retain the last image seen for a moment on the retina, allowing a succession of images at high speed of sense of continuity. Thus the invention consisted of a cardboard disc, whose faces were captured two different patterns that spin rapidly about the axis thereof by two ropes tied to their ends, creating the illusion that both images were part the same composition, as if they merged into a single image. One of the most famous examples This optical illusion is the illusion of the bird and cage, retratata in Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow , though it were a deliberate anachronism, because in the time that tells the story still the thaumatrope had not been invented.

When an object characteristic of the nineteenth century, a period with which I feel particularly connected, I figured it would be a good base to start the autofotorretrato. Moreover, the fact that it is an optical illusion, it also reflects my taste for the extraordinary and the supernatural, expressed in the simplest way possible. The two images below there are two sides that make up the thaumatrope. In one of them only see a silhouette completely black, opaque on a purple background (a color that I personally have always related to the imagination and fantasy), which highlights a somewhat minimalist self and the world, while the other image , delves deeper into the inner self and away from all adornment. also include the two masks that are completely antagonistic to each picture (comedy and tragedy) representing a shield my love for theater and interpretation.

Thus the two images, with all elements, are facets of me, make me give meaning to what I really am, so it is necessary that both act together and merge to form a single entity, but even I know for certain who I am and for some it may seem it's all wishful thinking.

Sources:

http: / / www.dickbalzer.com/Flash_Gallery.361.0.html

http://www.ilusionario.es/APLICACIONES/animac.htm

http://redescolar.ilce.edu.mx/educontinua/ Art / luces_de_la_ciudad / Reports / movies / fotoalcine.htm

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PD: It is possible that later, when I have more time, modify this model, so in the future will probably be another input connected to this gadget.

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L A HISTORY noun

The story is told in this latest version using only nouns that do not necessarily have to be in the original version, supported by some determinants and punctuation.

the night, the park, the silhouette of the book, the bank the wind, the pages, fold.

morning, the young, the book, the school, the teacher, the book, the fall, the noise, the teacher, attention, curiosity, pages, vacuum, surprise , fold, the words and disorder.

students, the book, his life, doubt, the young, the phrases, the proposal, adoption, the classes end, the book, the tree, and abandonment.

hands, phrases, its history, the book.

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Ideology II

ERTRAND B RUSSELL

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the pursuit of knowledge and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These three passions, like great winds, have led me here and there, changing a route, over a deep ocean of anguish, to the edge of despair.

I sought love, first, because it leads to ecstasy an ecstasy so great that often have sacrificed the rest of my life for a few hours of this joy. I've searched, secondly, because it relieves loneliness that terrible loneliness in which a trembling conscience overlooking the edge of the world to scan the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I've searched, finally, because in the union of love I have seen in a mystic miniature, the early vision of heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This was what I wanted, and, although it might seem too good for this life, this is what-at last I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I wanted to understand the hearts of men. I want to know why the stars shine. And I've tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which the number dominates the flow. Some of this I have achieved, but not much.

Love and knowledge, to the extent that both were possible, I am transported to heaven. But always pity made me return to the land. It resonates in my heart the echoes of cries of pain. Starving children, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people, hateful burden for their children, and a whole world of loneliness, poverty and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I ardently desire to alleviate the evil, but I can not, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I've found worth living, and gladly live it again if I am offered the opportunity.

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