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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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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.

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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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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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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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D ETAILS OR HOW SENSELESS DESTROY THE MYSTERY

A mysterious hand of an anonymous figure (although it was not so mysterious hand, nor as anonymous silhouette, and that it was Juan Ignacio Martín Sanchez, a resident of 2 º B portal of the Virgin Reponcia, Street of condescension, a baker by profession and debauchery of fans) left on a bench a book look old and archaic (it was of an old edition of The Ruffian Castrucho ) and vanished among the dense fog that had that night (actually it was not fog, but smoke from a trash can vandals had set to reclaim the noble values \u200b\u200bof yesteryear). Because the wind (though in fact it was the cyclist in love with the other version) moved pages and a page was bent on closing the book (it was the last page, the only of all that has writing, even with word disordered, as the rest of the book is blank.)

the morning, a cheerful girl named Carolina (if only I was happy that day because it generally is angry with the world) picked up the book and took it to school (College of San Antonio's Public Education Eternal Rest). There the teacher (Regio Fermín Cabal, son of Ernesto and Maria Eugenia Regio Acerra Cabal of Trebizond) realized the importance of books (what really happened was that the book fell to Carolina on the floor and hit the back [I had metal parts] at the foot of fellow next door, and the wail of the latter the teacher got scared and then he saw the book) and decided to open it just to watch that was completely blank except for the last page , which was full of words without any apparent meaning (surprise!). The teacher then decided that would be a good exercise in creativity that students fill the book with phrases from the words he had on the last page (lie, what happens is that you had prepared the class, the children were more restless than usual and we were going crazy, and had also discussed with la parienta la noche anterior, por lo que no había podido dormir; estaba empezando a considerar la posibilidad de tirarse por la ventana y defenestrarse justo antes de que el libro cayese al suelo, lo que fue para él un regalo del Cielo).

Así todos los alumnos escribieron en el libro (aunque algunos cogieron los compases y se dedicaron a escribir en las mesas con la punta de metal del mismo) y una vez habían escrito todos su frase (excepto Pablito, nadie recuerda nunca a Pablito) Carolina se llevó el libro para dejarlo en un lugar donde otros pudiesen continuar escribiendo y escogió la romántica idea de dejarlo bajo un árbol (realmente era que no quería andar más y quería leave a fucking time to fucking fucking home and watch TV).

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L to Comic COVERT OF THE RINGS

Much time has passed since that, yes, long time ... Oh, but please sit down, do not be standing out , front, sit down and listen carefully to my story! Occurred during the Second Golden Age of Quarter Moon of Middle Earth. In Únlugar domains, among the sharp rocks of Mount Otherwise, the dark silhouette Saron created a formidable object, you would use to control and put under the yoke of all races free: Book One. This book of unimaginable power, allow the reader to enslave the world under their domination put you in the dark.

Being aware of the danger in which hayaban, the men formed an alliance with the elves, to fight the last battle in the plains of Párquegard and finally rid the world of the influence of the dark silhouette. The hosts of Sharon attacked the men and elves with habitual cruelty to serving his Lord, and he did not hesitate to also use the power of the book against them, but Iseldar king of all men, he defeated and Saron separate him from his horrible creation. But the will of men is fragile and can easily be corrupted. Iseldar then decided to seize the book to use for their own benefit, not knowing that this would lead inevitably to an end. It was because the evil object in the vast Párquegard lost in the rubble that crowned the ridge of Ele-Bank, with the last sheet folded because of the wind caresses night. He remained there for centuries, sought by many and coveted by many others, until it reached the hands of the least imaginable creature.

With a new dawn, the habbit Carolina, who was looking for mushrooms, found the book, and intrigued to find something so old-looking decided to take it home to show his good and wise friend, the magician Profesalf.

Thus, when Carolina came back from his expedition and landed on the peaceful and familiar land of the Comarscuela, immediately warned the magician and asked him for a cup of tea at home. Once there decided to show the strange object. He looked at him curiously, but not before denote an air of distrust. He grabbed the document and when the wizard opened the book he realized that the pages were completely blank. Profesalf, fearing the worst, he threw the book into the fireplace fire that lit the room, but to his surprise, it did not burn. To remove him from the fire's book was not even hot and its pages now glowed a deep glow, emitting red and yellow flashes similar to those of a flame. Profesalf did not hesitate for a moment and opened the book to the last page as it was also discovered in white. Sighed with relief. However, within seconds hundreds of letters began to take shape forming completely disjointed and unconnected words. Profesalf, was right, that book was speaking of legends. The magician knew that the document should be destroyed, but this was necessary to write sentences with the chaotic words that had emerged from nowhere, and then throw it into the Bottomless Pit of Evil where he was to shelter the tree of a Thousand Strings of Malice and keep it away from anyone else, forever. Both Carolina and Profesalf understood the gravity of the case and knew they could not do it alone, so they organized a community formed by members of all races to make the journey and destroy once and for all the Lost One Book.

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C PAPER HANGING

With sunset Carolina left the teacher under a tree and vanished as quickly as it appeared. The wind blew hard that night and shook the four hairs that had the teacher and hair.

The next morning found a dark silhouette and the teacher chose to take him to school. Once there, the man fell off the desk and set up such a fuss that the book was aware of his presence, so he approached and began to ask the dark silhouette of what it all meant, that what had occurred to him bring a man to school, etc. The thing went well for a few seconds until the book was very insightful, he noticed that one of the teacher's hair was badly positioned for the disposition of the rest, and to investigate a recently discovered that there were words written in the teacher's scalp, visible thanks to advanced alopecia it. The dark figure then suggested to take those words into sentences to write to the above. The book could not but admit that it was a brilliant idea, and so all students wrote their sentences between the wayward cries the professor, who kept moving, making it difficult for a little homework.

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Once finished, the dark silhouette took back the teacher and left in a bank for many writeable and continues the story of Little Lord lost.

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M ONÓLOGO OF TERROR

No, no, no, I'm not crazy! I saw it and saw it all, ha ha ha all that you could see, anyway. Although it was dark I saw the dark figure exactly how he left the book on a park bench Louisiana, and how the wind passed its pages until the final bend. How could I invent that? "By God! They take me for a crazy, I know, but I assure you I have never been more lucid in my life Then why treat me like this? Do you know what I've been? Eh! Did you know? No. .., you know they would never know anything, but I do know, I know everything why I'm here right? Sure, why fate. You see, I've seen things I dare not describe, but also if this achievement will prove my sanity.

I spent the night in the park I could not stop calling me that book, I attracted, seduced me, and when I get rid of the influence the day began to cast its first rays of sun. I am a teacher, so I had to go directly to college, but how was I to know that damn crimson cover object haunt me there? Believe that I have come to sumun of insanity, drunkenness hallucinatory, I noticed in his eyes. Look, I do not know how he to it, or if the same power that captivated me also affected me that girl, just know that Carolina came into my class ... with the book ... yes, she, Carolina, she was, she ruled us all! Oh God, God ...! Why did you bring?

When I saw it a second time, something familiar began to sprout in me: I returned the book to be imprisoned, and driven by some kind of supernatural strength, I went and took the document to my student, that stunned, witnessed the opening and stood on the last page, the same as the wind had turned this recent morning. Vi, then hell is embodied in words. They all followed one another at random and without any connection or sense! That book was not intended to be read by human eyes ... Worst of all, however, was that he was still possessed by this evil influence, and guided by it proposed to the students write in the book by chaotic sentences with words from the last page. I could not control myself! For these young ... my fault! !...¡ God Damn!

With every word you wrote is soaked in a disturbing unnatural essence, were silent, their skin turned pale, his eyes were empty, as veiled white cloth, and at times horribly twisted. Oh, If you would have been seen! Now only were vague and grotesque parodies of the human condition.

Finally, without knowing why, I ordered what had been Carolina that carry the book and places it in a place where others could see it clearly. She only replied with a throaty last breath, and I say last because I have not seen since then. Do you understand now? I have not done anything, they must believe, was the book, the book, the book!

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Last issue to be addressed on the subject of Methods Creativity in which I pick up some of the concepts already described in previous input.

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C ONVERSACIÓN EMPTY

A: You know? I saw the other night.

B: You mean a. ..?

A: Yes, yes, the same.

B: Go! What was he doing?

A: I do not know, let a, a ...

B: Yes, yes, if I know what you mean.

A: Well, leave it in a bank.

B: Really?

A: That's right.

B: Well ... and what happened next?

A: Nothing special: the wind shifted a little and turned them last.

B: Do " these " ?

A: Yes, milk, " these ."

B: Ah! Sure ...! The " these » !

A: ¡Eeeso!

B: ...

A: ...

B: ¿Y ya está?

A: No, no, que va. Resulta que vi a esta otra chica por la mañana y...

B: ¿A...?

A: Sí, sí.

B: Ahm.

A: Pues la vi y ella recogió el éste.

B: Ehm ...¡¿ do you say?!

A: As I tell you.

B: What brought it home?

A: Not at all.

B: ...

A: ...

B: then?

A: He took it to school.

B: Aaah.

A: And there he fell and was annoyed.

B: Who?

A: What?

B: That who do bother?

A: Ah! Well, this guy is ahead of doing it that often do have a job like that.

B: Ah ...

A: Anyway, you saw y. ..

B: What was what?

A: bucking ... Oh, the arena that they had it.

B: ...

A: Total you saw and discovered she had words written in the last of them.

B: Well, what?

A: Well to see it told the other to do what they both were thinking, and did it!

B: Did they?

A: They did!

B: But they did what?

A: Oh my mother, Never know about anything! So how do you expect people to tell you anything? If you do not listen! Put some on your side!

B: Okay, okay, come still walk, how the story ends?

A: For once they did that she decided to bring it to the place I told you the other day, and went away.

B: Hmm ... thing go.

A: Is that right? If people do not know what to do.

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Topic 2

second installment of the themes of creativity. In this case I inquired on the concept of "imagination", giving its factors, and the arrangements, among other things.

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topic I

Start with this entry exposure three papers that we have been assigned in class. The first issue revolves around the creative technique, devised by the creativity guru Edward de Bono called Six Thinking Hats , whose name gives title also book which contains the same idea.

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A BSURDAS CONTRADICTIONS

At night, when the sun rose, a dark silhouette of whitish clothes, deposited in a bank a great little book. He then spent a cyclist in love so fast that violently shook the pages of the diving, twisting and the last one.

The next morning, the moonlight, a man named Carolina found the book I was under the bench and decided to take it to their female and hairy hands. Deposited the book and took it to school. Once at work, the teacher ignored the book, which came to ask why the hell Carlos had brought the coffee to the station. Carolina did not listen and just when I was answering, the janitor saw the book cover was bent, and when he opened the last page looked at how it was full of water, so that all the protagonists of the film decided to write sentences with matches. When they finished the dog took the bowl and placed it on a bus for many others wrote the history of small salmon with legs.

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In this case deals with the story using some of the more popular sayings known the style of a scene from the play of Jardiel Ponce Heloise beneath an almond , in which three characters discuss a situation using only sayings, making this scene one of the most hilarious of work.

few days ago I heard a curious story of the sea, so much so that when the count more than one will come with me that 'before the metiroso fucks that lame "and" another dog with that bone, "but we know that where there's smoke there is fire, or there's fire, take your pick, and believe me I do not want to seem nosy, which Loose lips sink ships, but as my aunt, God rest her soul, it never rains please everyone and foolish words that deaf ears.

The fact is that the Benancio told me the other night, Manuela was scared to hold on and do not wiggle as he saw roam the park from here tiparraco lao a loss, longer than a day without bread, the kind that being already dark better be alone than in bad acompañao, and you'll wonder what that person did so at night wandering around ?, because I do not know daughter, but a good listener, few words are enough, and the suit is called the character, although it is known that the habit does not make the monk, and his mouth as the fish dies, I hush and zip.

turns out the little guy had a book, which was to fall a bit chunks, and left him there, anyway, on a bench pa park 'then go with the wind cool, man. But Manuel was not yet, or so says the Benancio, since it has the wind was there, erre que erre to see if I could flip the book, and as one who gets it is because the third was the charm and I turned a page, and note that the book you went to the hands of the daughter of the Eustaquia, Carolina, you know how that tie 'more nonsense on the head of an Indian's wardrobe. The point is that found him in the morning, because God helps him who gets up early and saw the book, and as the time the paint bald Carolina took it, ignoring it is said that a bug strange not touch him the tail, bring to the school. They say that he accidentally fell down and the professor, who is the genius and given to the grave, he panicked and, seeing the wolf ears, and fearing that set him straight, the girl tried to pick before the above would realize who he was, so little pay for the sins, but as the devil knows more for being old than by the devil and the book was more cantoso qu'el costume of a bullfighter, the teacher knew who had been in a heartbeat. The teacher grabbed the book and opened it, and lo and behold it was whiter than the breast of a gull, so I was flipping pages like a soul bat out of hell until he found the wind had bent the night, and see you which was filled with buzzwords and other silly placed without rhyme or reason, so the guys started beating around the bush, to each his own issue and it seemed that there was more to talk about it to give parrot again, until the Carolina, which is rarer than a green dog, said to fill the book among all the buzzwords that came in the folded page.

The thing is, once they did, Carolina did what the pisamusgo the beginning and left the book under a tree, will so that a good tree who snuggles up nice shade shelters him, I do not know, I know how strange is this girl, and believe me I do not want to seem nosy, things clear and chocolate thick, because the bread, bread and wine, wine, things are as they are, and no more turn the page, so pa ca a home, and God the cough, that no ill wind that blows no good and the bad times face, so what's done is done and there is more to say!