madreperla

la vuelta

2011-03-23T14:21:00.003-04:00

la mirada usualmente se posa no en lo que se ha hecho sino en lo que no.

volteemos la mirada, pues, para ver cuánto hay y cuánto tenemos, qué grande es todo, y cómo estamos conscientes de ello.

colecciones

2010-09-17T19:21:00.003-04:00

Vista de AMOEBA. La mejor tienda de discos ever.
San Francisco.

Colecciono:
-zapatos
-lp's, cd's y música en general
-libros de arte y de teoría del arte
-revista art forum
-desde 1993
-memorabilia familiar
-cuadernos
-cámaras de plástico
-cámaras en general, vintage, viejas, polaroids
-bolígrafos, plumas y lapices de colores
-gomas de borrar
-bolsas de papel de tiendas, especialmente vinçon y urban outfitters
-bolsas de plástico de tiendas especiales
-papeles de regalo
-vintage y no vintage
-ropa vieja - mía y de mi familia
-caracoles y conchas de mar
-todas las cartas que me han escrito en la vida
-lentes de sol
-carteras y bolsos
-postales de fotos, lugares y arte
-fotos antiguas
-ganchos de pelo
-zarcillos
-maquillaje
-dientes y objetos dentales
-pelo -vestidos vintage
-vajillas
-cubertería
-vasos y copas
-cajas de fósforos -cerillas
-pinturas de uñas de colores

summer days

2010-07-30T10:13:00.001-04:00

( photo to come)
lazy starts, making homemade blueberry marmalade and other delights, seeing friends, reading, yummie lunches, afternoon beach, netflix movies at night!!

Tableaux

2010-05-10T08:34:00.003-04:00

I finally did a show with the Tableaux. They were ready, mature, since last year, but I wanted to show them all ( or almost all). I did. It looks good, it felt good. But now, its empty again, this feeling of having to start all over.
I question myself thinking of all those who went, what did they see, understand, feel, liked? disliked?
I guess I'll never know. Meanwhile, just beggining all over to produce a new body of work in a very dry and worried moment.
...

Aniversario # 5

2010-04-12T20:08:00.002-04:00

Mi blog secreto tiene 5 años. Nació en Abril del 2005!!!

No he sido digamos consistente consistente... pero hacer algo por 5 años seguidos tiene su mérito.

Me encanta leer lo escrito, revisarlo como quien se encuentra con un diario viejo. Me encanta tener un pedacito de mi colgando por el espacio.

Me encanta encontrar-me en este blog.

Me hace sonreir, y darme una palmadita, aunque a ver si el próximo lustro logro aplicarme más.

Celebro mi cumple-blog con una foto tomada hace un mes en la famosa esquina Haight-Ashbury de San Francisco.

case scenarios

2010-02-10T12:29:00.003-05:00

1. we ask what will happen tomorrow
2.we force our destiny towards where we think we need to
3.we stay as we are, waiting every day for the next, no further actions taken
4.we live here thinking of being there
5.we live there thinking we are here
6.we don´t move
7.we plan, yet leaving open space for abrupt last minute-hour-year changes
8.we take actions, with no specific directions.

new year, second day, second month...

2010-02-02T12:45:00.003-05:00

it seems like ages since i wrote here. have had so many things to say, but haven´t said them. its a whole new year ahead, brand new months comin´, already one has left, and I'm still in slow motion, as if time would wait for me, as if all the days are waiting for me to wake up.. no! they just come and go, and nothing waits for me to catch up... but here i am slowly, slowly...

i just have the feeling that each and every post i've written is about nothing else, actually, about nothing in concrete, but about time passing, me not being able to grasp it, me getting anxious about time passing, me worrying about my kids growing, about all that i did and did not do...

i can´t say i will do new things, or stop worrying about time, i can´t say that i will be super energetic and strong in the new coming months and posts, but i can say that i somewhat feel stronger and even in my weakest days, as today, i feel i can. i just can´t procrastinate anymore. that´s for sure.

meses vuelan

2009-11-15T19:50:00.003-05:00

I began looking at some work and photographs of certain places and events this year, and realized that my summer, that seemed just yesterday, was already gone four months ago, and events or jobs I did, that I recall as being very recent, were from February. Time flies and I'm not being very good at catching it... It seems its all going faster and faster, and I feel I need to be extremely organized in all, to be on top of everything I need to do. Here are some bouganvilleas I shot in the summer at their high peak of the season, when all my street was surrounded by beatiful colors.

BLOG ACTION DAY

2009-10-15T20:24:00.003-04:00

my daughter adriana´s poem on animal and natural protection
( 7 years old)

animals and nature

we have to take care of nature, or else it will die
we have to take care of nature, or else we will die
we need to recycle paper, or else we will run out of trees
we have to take care of animals, or else they will also die
plants are also important because they help us breath.

apunte sobre el miedo

2009-09-21T10:44:00.004-04:00

anoche antes de dormir le pregunté a uri:
¿ nunca tienes miedo?
el me respondió:
no, siempre existe una salida o solución para todo.

por eso (y por mil quinientas razones mas) lo amo

lo que echaría de menos

2009-09-17T21:47:00.002-04:00

soy nómada.
cuando decido irme a alguna parte, siempre sé que no me quedaré por siempre, siempre fantaseo con el volverme a ir, con el llegar de nuevo. no es fácil, y cada vez incluso lo es menos. el desgaste es tremendo y las consecuencias vivenciales son brutales, para lo bueno y para lo malo.
dieciocho años de nomadismo, caracas-newyork-barcelona-miami-?
ahora fantaseo con la salida de miami. quiero hacer una lista de lo que extrañaré sin falta:
-el verde, el verde, el verde... abrir los ojos y rodearlos de verde
-la playa turquesa de miami beach
-marcel, nuestro profesor de piano
-la luz de setiembre
-las tormentas que vienen como hordas
-no tener distancia horaria con caracas
-estar en america
-cerca de ny
-la comodidad
-la secadora de ropa
-el horno gigante
-whole foods
-las calles del grove
-soñar con piscinas
-el espacio
-la lluvia torrencial bendita, bendita
-la magnitud del cielo y sus colores
-mi mamá cerca
-mi hermano cerca
-anthtropologie, sin duda
-cupcakes
-cinnamon rolls
-fresas y tomates de los Knauser
-tardes eternas de playa
-las risas de los amigos en la madrugada, en mi terraza
-asados argentinos
-ilusiones de triunfar
-soñar con comprar los muebles que quiero
-mi yoga master
-plymouth
-el anonimato

todo por ahora. podrá crecer, esta lista
¿ me estoy preparando?

quedándote o yéndote

2009-05-22T08:22:00.003-04:00

como dice una vieja canción de spinetta.

la verdad es que pensar en idas y retornos es complicado. pero siento que estoy de nuevo con las ideas de cambio. y quizás es por eso precisamente que no logro asentarme, porque cuando siento que ya estoy adaptada, y que ya conozco la situación, etc.. me quiero volver a ir. es como un contínuum, un mar de olas grandes y pesadas.

el caso es que fantaseo con volver a barcelona. no sé si es por la crisis mundial, el sistema de salud pública o por mi propia fantasía de encontrar el lugar ideal, que nos funcione a todos de muchas maneras y ángulos.

comienzo así listas mentales que repasan una por una, razones por las que me fui de barcelona, razones por las que me iría de miami, razones por las que me quiero quedar acá, razones por las que me quisiera ir. los niños, el futuro, ¿qué es mejor para ellos? ¿qué les dará más oportunidad de hacer una vida estable, sana, arraigada? lo del arraigo creo que es la clave. yo no lo tengo, me lo quitaron. ese es el problema. cuando uno no tiene más país, uno no puede sentirse de ninguna parte y por otra parte se siente un poco de todos lados. más triste aún cuando el país de uno, sólo queda en la memoria colectiva e individual.

divago por estos territorios. no es fácil vivir siempre pensando que hubieras queriendo volver y sabiendo que no puedes ni podrás.
mientras tanto, se vive.. intentando de ubicarse en el presente y no llorándo la nostalgia ni soñando los futuros perfectos.

lista para el verano?

2009-04-23T11:57:00.003-04:00

lúdicas:

- preparar colección de estampillas
- tejer el gorrito morado a adriana
- leer
- montar bicicleta
- hacer ejercicio
- ordenar y poner al día álbumes y fotos familiares

no lúdicas:

- preparar videos para web page
- organizar discos duros
- preparar south florida consortium grant
- organizar archivo obra
- pintar la casa
- arreglar el jardin, las plantas, etc...
- organizar archivo casa
- limpiar todas las bibliotecas y armarios
-

of all the things

2009-03-24T08:08:00.005-04:00

of all the things i really miss of not living in barcelona, the one i miss the most is my daily contact with my beloved al & al, my uncles. i think about them all the time, i miss them, crave their contact, wiseness, spirit and i always think of them as a model, sample of dignity, of strenght, courage and wisdom. i wish to age as them, loving and caring for each other for more than 40 years.

they are a great story, a small great life.

i can feel their energy even here, at the other side of the atlantic.

i will miss visiting this summer, catching the 17 bus from balmes to barceloneta, our long walks from the malecón to the port olimpic... i will have to wait for next year to be with them

recession is a crappy thing....

lives i could have lived

2009-03-02T23:09:00.004-05:00

-a cello player, a musician in the jordi savall concert des nations orchestra

-a rolling stones magazine photographer traveling worldwide

-a scholar from a very prestigious university .yale, harvard, mit, columbia. reading and writing.

-an actress. theater, ny, off-off broadway

-a chef working at a small rest. in southern france

-a writer, tormented, using a olivetti 32 typewriter

-a very rich wife with a gorgeous house, full of wonderful furniture and my chair collection

those i can think of today...

febrero de nuevo

2009-02-02T20:40:00.003-05:00

otra vez aqui, febrero

aqui ordenando, revisando y tratando de darle sentido a los días que vuelan.

el orden es fundamental, orden estricto, definitivo, con ligeras flexibilidades ocasionales, pero me es importante lograr saber donde está todo.

asi ando...

en febrero, otra vez...

éste enero...

2009-01-08T21:53:00.002-05:00

la cabeza revolotea sin parar, oye y no oye, se detiene en un punto, piensa en escribir, para luego seguir y no dejar de moverse. las ideas aplastan, atropellan, hacen ruido y no me dejan sino quedarme como paralizada. el año arranca y yo aun estoy entendiendo qué pasó, cómo hacer para montarme en el 2009 con alegría, con esperanza, y entusiasmo. como si de un dia para el siguiente, las cosas fueran a cambiar.., de 31 a 1 es lo mismo que de 44 a 45 y lo mismo que del 2008 al 2009. dia tras dia,...sucesiones imparables. hay algunos a quienes el corazón se les para, mientras duermen, antes de que amanezca. habemos otros que deseamos un poco de silencio y no lo encontramos. asi es, todo es igual y diferente...siempre.

BEFORE 2009 BEGINS

2008-12-08T16:07:00.006-05:00

I had made arrangements with myself to achieve many items on a list when this year started. I am shifting subtly this idea towards the begining of te new year. I intend to accomplish some things from now till the new year begins. I hope I can deliver as I haven´t been good at it during the previous 330 and so days..

Here it goes:

-organize my living room ( meaning to change the furniture/distribution, as well as the working area)

-paint the entrance

-rack the leaves from the entrance, hall and parking area

-write down every trip I´ve done since I moved to the US ( needed for citizenship purposes)

-see Marina and give her her gifts

-organize my studio/archive/closets

-finish reading the books I am at now

-go to the doctor

-go to the dentist

If I write more, I would be lying. Im not even sure I will do all of these.

Lets leave it up to here. There is more time than life.

Wishful thinking is a goal.

100

2008-11-13T20:23:00.007-05:00

I secretly LOVE hula seventy blog. It is DEFINETLY the

MOST inspiring, nurturing, exquisite, amazing, beautiful blog EVER. It has made me cry and laugh out loud more than once, it has inspired me, given me ideas, taught me things... and a HUGE LONG etc. I say secretly because I have written MANY letters to Andrea, its intellectual owner, but never dared to post them, thinking it was too dumb, rare, awkward, and she could envision me as a freak by declaring love to a BLOG. What I love the most, I guess, is all that she does/likes/has is like a wished mirror of me. Not that I want to be ANOTHER, or different, but I can´t believe there are two souls that see/thinks/does things so alike. ( Except from blogging, area in which I fail tremendously!)

Last week she made another wonderful LIST that I considered myself memed ( is it memed? ) anyway, here it goes...

1. chocolate

2. smell of my kids

3. mozarella

4. wine

5. typewriters

6. Lp´s

7. art books

8. shoes & boots

9. antique jewelery

1o. new notebooks

11. calligraphic ink pens

12. leather bags

13. earrings

14. cookies

15. crayons

16. pizza

17. white bed sheets

18. antique linings

19. silverware

20. bracelets

21. rings

22. old desk supplies

23. photographic paper

24. nail polish

25. Botticelli´s paintings

26. incense

27. candles

28. old cameras

29. love stories

30. ipod

31. lipsticks

32. must de cartier

33. cannon g9

34. ex votos

35. fashion magazines

36. 50-60-70´s furniture

37. velvet

38. spanish fans

39. vanilla cupcakes with frosting

40. old photographs

41. dictionaries

42. nature books

43. art museums

44. nyc

45. vintage stores

46. lavander

47. fresh spinach

48. baking

49. pajamas and night gowns

50. roses

51. long hair

52. black eye liner, smokey

53. french

54. scarves and gloves

55. brushing my teeth

56. corals and shells

57. dreams

58. music boxes

59. trees, all kinds of big trees

60. silver things

61. jackets

62. children stories

63. internet

64. flip flops

65. body and face creams

66. scones

67. bare foot

68. forests

69. bicycles

70. peackoks

71. mountains

72. mediterranean blue

73. plane tickets

74. big paper store bags

75. art supplies

76. vases

77. bed covers

78. boxes

79. diaries

80. tableware

81. kitchen utensils

82. smell of fresh laundry

83. gourmet stores

84. fiat/seat cinquecento

85. new cities

86. supermarkets

87. words

88. calculators

89. round stones

90. ivy

91. blogs

92. other people photos

93. my photos

94. music

95. old peuter objects

96. lilies

97. st. germain scented candles

98. mac book pro

99. purple

100. secrets

MUDE

2008-10-06T09:56:00.004-04:00

Mude, mas comece devagar,
porque a direção é mais importante
que a velocidade.

Sente-se em outra cadeira,
no outro lado da mesa.
Mais tarde, mude de mesa.

Quando sair,
procure andar pelo outro lado da rua.
Depois, mude de caminho,
ande por outras ruas,
calmamente,
observando com atenção
os lugares por onde
você passa.

Tome outros ônibus.
Mude por uns tempos o estilo das roupas.
Dê os teus sapatos velhos.
Procure andar descalço alguns dias.

Tire uma tarde inteira
para passear livremente na praia,
ou no parque,
e ouvir o canto dos passarinhos.

Veja o mundo de outras perspectivas.
Abra e feche as gavetas
e portas com a mão esquerda.

Durma no outro lado da cama…
depois, procure dormir em outras camas.

Assista a outros programas de tv,
compre outros jornais…
leia outros livros,
Viva outros romances.

Não faça do hábito um estilo de vida.
Ame a novidade.
Durma mais tarde.
Durma mais cedo.

Aprenda uma palavra nova por dia
numa outra língua.
Corrija a postura.
Coma um pouco menos,
escolha comidas diferentes,
novos temperos, novas cores,
novas delícias.

Tente o novo todo dia.
o novo lado,
o novo método,
o novo sabor,
o novo jeito,
o novo prazer,
o novo amor.
a nova vida.

Tente.
Busque novos amigos.
Tente novos amores.
Faça novas relações.

Almoce em outros locais,
vá a outros restaurantes,
tome outro tipo de bebida
compre pão em outra padaria.
Almoce mais cedo,
jante mais tarde ou vice-versa.

Escolha outro mercado…
outra marca de sabonete,
outro creme dental…
tome banho em novos horários.

Use canetas de outras cores.
Vá passear em outros lugares.

Ame muito,
cada vez mais,
de modos diferentes.

Troque de bolsa,
de carteira,
de malas,
troque de carro,
compre novos óculos,
escreva outras poesias.

Jogue os velhos relógios,
quebre delicadamente
esses horrorosos despertadores.

Vá a outros cinemas,
outros cabeleireiros,
outros teatros,
visite novos museus.

Se você não encontrar razões para ser livre,
invente-as.
Seja criativo.

E aproveite para fazer uma viagem
despretensiosa,
longa, se possível sem destino.

Experimente coisas novas.
Troque novamente.
Mude, de novo.
Experimente outra vez.

Você certamente conhecerá coisas melhores
e coisas piores do que as já conhecidas,
mas não é isso o que importa.

O mais importante é a mudança,
o movimento,
o dinamismo,
a energia.
Só o que está morto não muda !

Repito por pura alegria de viver:
"A salvação é pelo risco, sem o qual a vida não
vale a pena!!!! "

Clarise Lispector

Edson Marques

liviandad de pensamiento

2008-09-03T17:01:00.002-04:00

Every time I meet with my friend R. I leave feeling myself light and full of energy, positive and hopeful! This is some quality that really I admire: the capacity of transmitting all these emotions/ feelings to people, as opposed to those people that drain your energy, thoughts and leave you like angry, tired and hopeless. I have to learn how to not give my time and energy to the second type of people.

dilemma

2008-08-28T13:24:00.003-04:00

i am basically an artist that is at war with the art system. i debate myself whether i should continue or not producing art. for whom is this work intended to be made? who will actually see, enjoy, learn -and on the best case scenario, get something from that piece? these questions have no answers. as i become more and more nihilistic, the needs of sharing ideas and putting new imagery out there looses meaning. but on the other way around, it seems i can never stop or quit making art. that is the dilemma.

back

2008-07-23T11:36:00.003-04:00

i´m back

i have been traveling for 51 days.

i have thought many many things

specially about belonging and being.

heard many stories

saw lots of people

seeming my life has moved so much forward i wonder if i can go back at any given moment to the place i left

i guess not

i wont make a priority of an option

my present is here and we only have this.

artwork by a recently discovered artist: eva armisén, wonderful.

it is like her thoughts are in my mind.only that she paints them

NO WORDS FOR NOW

2008-05-27T23:53:00.002-04:00

BLOG WILL REST DUE TO VACATIONS. NOT THAT IT WAS OH! SO VERY ACTIVE, BUT THE LACK OF WORDS AND THE TIME TO THINK HAVE ARRIVED

SEE YOU SOON...

buen humor mal humor

2008-04-22T12:32:00.005-04:00

There have been many days my humor is terrible. Those days, all is black. I can't get a hold on my days, I seem to vanish time without accomplishing anything good, I don't treat my body well, I am frowned and upset, my smile has an inverted rictus, my patience is ZERO, my cravings rase to unbelievable stages, my tolerance is non existent, my hope has disappeared, my courage is diminished.

One or two days ago I started to feel good again, about all: my self, my home, my life, my kids, my hubby, the daily life, my artwork, my cv, my food, and most importantly, my body.

I have been thinking along this buddhist idea of courage as faith. I think I sunk it all in. Suddenly I feel courageous, strong and willing. This is the spirit I cannot loose.

springy mood

2008-03-26T23:00:00.002-04:00

spring has arrived. i don´t usually talk about meteorology, but the seasons are something else. renovation is my thought for spring. i have decided to renovate instead of organize... to organize somehow means to start from scratch... to renovate means to work on something you already have....so, the springy amalia will renovate things:

-her garden: as of today, new sod has been planted, my "Bourle-Marx" corner has been planted, and 4 sempiverens.

-her photo albums: as of today, 4 new york life albums were completed after 15 years of having all pics in a metal box.

-her portrait portfolio, needs to incorporate new portraits made of Tiffen, Oriol, Sandra, Daniella, Alexis, Ivette, Massimo, Adriana, Isabella, Teia & Aiden.

-her computer files/hard drives

-her bio, statement and cv

-her closets, by exterminating the unused/unclassified/unworkable stuff

-specific parts of her home: downstairs closet and photo closet being the worst, need the most attention

second, adrianas closet,

third, my books from the room area

fourth, the little "tugurios" that i have around... messy little corners and piles of stuff

-the façade of the house needs some thought too...

so, before I faint of exhaustion due to the amount of work, I may post a beautiful sunflower that I have been caring for this past week.

Au revoir les enfants!!!!!

just like that

2008-03-20T22:29:00.007-04:00

i guess i am turning out to be really repetitive, but time is passing by so fast i barely understand what to do. meanwhile, i try to organize my life, home, artwork, kids as to be more efficient,and obviously, without achieving any of them accordingly.

anyway... i never forget my blog, i know also, no body reads it, so its really for me and my own almost guilty pleasure. that being said... i will stop apologizing myself for not updating, writing or posting regularly.

also, i figure, do people write blogs for themselves?or for the possible readers?... like with artwork, you never know...

so, how does it work? posting or not posting, that is the question.

meantime i am so loving this freedom, and this, my favorite blog.

photo by alessandra caputo

one month later

2008-02-28T11:12:00.003-05:00

I can´t believe that a month just passed by like this! I haven´t been doing much but certainly haven´t had free time as well. This photo of mine has just been acquired by a venezuelan collector. It is about the story of Pearl, originally a large scale video projection. Pearl lives in a garden, minding her own little life of fruits, leaves, trees and vegetables. Her only wardrobe is a bubble wrap pseudo wedding dress she holds while she runs because it is not sewn. Pearl reminds me of how women can cope with so many things at the time by keeping their heart and spirit focused into one little world of their own.

44 things to do at 44

2008-01-28T21:12:00.001-05:00

Photo by Marco Caputo

1. learn how to edit my videos on final cut pro

2. cook creative new dishes

3. play more, laugh more with massimo & adri

4. exercise regularly

5. eat well, avoid sweets & breads

6. go to barcelona, again

7. get my portrait portfolio together and my portrait business running

8. go to buenos aires for "the" solo exhibition that is cooking itself

9. watch wonderful movies

10. read wonderful books, read a lot

11. go to da gym, even if i don´t prefer it

12. speak less, do more

13. worry less

14. save

15. become greener

16. practice sewing

17. go to the studio regularly

18. write

19. make photos

20. videos, too

21. write interesting art reviews, get them published

22. continue yoga

23. organize my photo & video files

24. cherish friends more

25. change my sofa

26. keep plants growing well

27. practice my calligraphy

28. listen to new music

29. update all family photo albums

30. help uri with business, organize files, accountant, etc

31. clean up computer files, make backups

32. take care of my hair

33. smile more and not frown as much

34. soften my voice

35. my words too

36. bake yummies every week for the kids

37. cook more with the kids

38. go to paris

39. read the divine comedy until the end ( of the book)

40. art related activities... more

41. (space for silence)

42. be kind to myself

43. leave past behind

44. love more

2008-01-19T21:26:00.000-05:00

44 , i am grateful for

health

massimo

adriana

oriol

my home

my books

my music

my books

my dad

my mom

erica

marco

ale

my shoes

alejandro y alfonso

caracas

barcelona

miami

napoli

lolly

amaliapolimei

ideas

water

trees

green

elephants

choroni

margarita

arena

caracoles

dentists

cameras

sleep

delicious food

chocolate

the body

my computer

faith

love

fear

light

the opportunities

dreaming

navidad

2007-12-25T20:34:00.000-05:00

finally, relaxing days ahead. christmas and routine break!!!

post art basel

2007-12-12T11:31:00.000-05:00

it was good while it lasted but now its good its gone!
I don´t know why I can´t succeed on posting pics.

artbaselmiamibeach

2007-11-28T09:02:00.000-05:00

next week is art basel miami beach. the BIG event in this city for all art related things to happen.
i usually get nervous and start putting into perspective all facts regarding art fairs, commerce in art, curatorial issues, etc...
but the saaaaaad part is that, i still don´t have a good gallery, i will not have an important participation and one more year has passed.... but as I try to convince myself... ITS ONLY AN ART FAIR¡!¡

i like ny in june, how bout you?

2007-06-15T11:03:00.000-04:00

11 years after we left,for the first time since we moved out, we traveled toghether - for 3 days- to the city were we met and lived. we loved it, we thought of coming back, pros and cons, tried to imagine how it would be, how we could work it out, etc...
I don´t know if I have the strenght to start all over again, and again.... its either staying in the US, probably moving to NY in some years from now or go back to Europe, and stay there. I get tired just of writing it!!
Here some pics of our lovely honeymoon.

2007-05-21T20:34:00.000-04:00

I have not stopped and looked at "things" since a long while ago. I stopped looking at the small, lovely, magical details that surround us. The apparent triviality of a rose. The kitsch of a sunset. The little wonders of life. Stopped voluntarily as I stopped reading fiction. That was years ago. Too much reality after, slowly I´m making this huge effort to stop, look and find some petit things that are wonderful just to look at. Fiction is also attractive somehow. I think that this looking and finding is somewhat fictions that I find on my daily life. So welcome all these little things. Back.

FONTAINEBLEAU inspiration

2007-05-14T21:57:00.000-04:00

I realized some days ago that this painting has been in my mind since I can remember. My father had these very fine art books that I somehow browsed in frequently. One day I scratched the paintings according to my taste, crossing the plates out with a giant X if i disliked or a check mark if it pleased me. This painting was so ambiguous. Why is she holding the other's lady nipple? Somehow disturbing. A few weeks ago, I remembered this and decided that i will make a tableaux vivant with this image, re-creating it and video & photographing it. I think it belongs to the line of thought that my work deals with the alter ego and the notion of beauty in contemporary society.

celebration

2007-04-30T19:08:00.000-04:00

these are the remains of the day... a wonderful celebration, lovely blue sky and turquoise sea...
the best party...

mourning

2007-04-19T08:30:00.000-04:00

I can´t - even in my deepest thoughts and feelings - imagine how the families of the 30 something people killed -students mostly- feel now. You send your kids to school every morning, hoping you will see them at noon. You send your kids to college and they just get killed by a wacko nobody noticed, that had severe issues of violence, sickness, weirdess, etc.

Many ideas come to mind. It makes me think of how we sometimes prefer not to get involved on issues. Many of the teachers of this crazy guy did notice violence in his words and attitude. Why nothing was done? Did he pay his tuition promptly? Is that all that matters? I can´t help thinking on the interests institutions and people have. It is obviously a hard thing to point out extreme people, specially in a country where we are so aware of issues of discrimination and racism. But I want to believe, for the sake of the future, there has to be a way of protecting, controlling and scanning for possible major unstabile persons.

The reactions in tough situations are also so delicate. How did Virginia Tech not implement some safety measures to the rest of the students after the first two killings? Why did they wait two hours? How could he go to the TV channel meantime and send the video, etc.... and then come back. How come he could go back in...

How safe is safety? How is security an issue to be implemented in schools, universities etc???? How do we separate the security issue from the paranoia? .... How come things like this happen only in USA? Violence exists all around but these extreme sick murder cases - Columbine, etc... only happen here. How come there are still supporting the permisive laws for weapon buying? When is the government going to stop promoting violence by supporting violent wars, preaching about them? etc... I just have no words and too many questions.

My deepest prayers go to the families and the unfortunate that got killed.
We are definetly living in the era of fear.

max's new lego creation and photographs

2007-04-15T15:44:00.000-04:00

ipod & walkman

2007-04-09T12:42:00.000-04:00

when i was 14 i got a red sony walkman from my dad. it was a revelation. my kids got for their birthdays two ipods nano, from my dad as well. it is a new revelation. they both stayed in their pijamas listening to all the songs they asked for in their ipods.
A. danced until she fell asleep from exhaustion. Massimo doesn´t answer anymore. They are absort, discovering a life of their own... yet so small ...
i explain to M. that they are sooo lucky to have so many things at such an early stage in their lives. Im glad though they are not yet into the computer-playstation era. I will delay it as much as i can.
but music is a different story, it introspects your mind and makes you go places, oh the places you´ll go!!!!

blossoming

2007-04-07T12:24:00.000-04:00

my kids turning 8 and 5, spring in depth, life´s good.

museo alejandro otero

2007-03-17T10:04:00.000-04:00

This is an installation view of my past exhibition at Museo Alejandro Otero. it closed last sunday, march 11.
Also, I am posting the invitation card.
Just for the record!

devendra -light as a feather

2007-03-03T08:46:00.000-05:00

Nothing better on a saturday morning than waking up to Devendra Banhardt´s music. I just adore the way he sings.

it seems eternity

2007-02-26T21:06:00.000-05:00

I have been away for almost a year. Not that I dont have anything to show or say, just lack of time.

no need to write

2006-04-13T20:45:00.000-04:00

its been almost two months.
ive had no need to write, no will to blog,
no time to nothing
so,
here it goesssssss
THE WORST POSSIBLE BLOG
GOES
AWAY

a simple SPT

2006-02-27T21:06:00.000-05:00

three rings for the elven kings under the sky

thinking about how we wear objects that we take for granted. this symbolizes union, faith, love, togetherness.
i shall be aware more often

SWEDISH PROVERB

2006-02-22T09:26:00.000-05:00

I FOUND IT SOOO BEAUTIFUL

FEAR LESS, HOPE MORE
EAT LESS, CHEW MORE
TALK LESS, SAY MORE
HATE LESS, LOVE MORE
ALL GOOD THINGS WILL BE YOURS

SPT with tags of 4 questions/ some of me

2006-02-21T20:51:00.004-05:00

NENUFAR beautiful plant that grows on the surface of the water. it defines my un-stability and my sempiternal disposition to try to blossom even on extreme insecurity situations

SHADOW as Mr. Friedlander, master photographer I cast my shadow, I am earth, I am me, and I can be anyone

ok. no more of my artwork in the blog. i decided so because of 4 reasons:
1-. no feedback comes
2-. no security towards copyright
3-. possible problems with my gallerists/collectors
4-. anticipating to my upcoming solo show next fall at Museo Alejandro Otero, I might as well create some expectations...

so,
I decided to keep on blogging ( was seriously considering cutting it off, but, i really like it, so... ) thought of being cautelous on some realms of my life, specially the one that involves my artwork.

I also decided to jump on the tags that i find interesting. its a different way to self portrait one self with words.. so ill give it a try.

I SAW ON REDCURRENT ( sorry, still don´t know how to hypertext on blogs ) the tag of 4 ( as it can be seen above, I also added some new tag called 4 reasons for something- doing or not doing)

Here goes mine :

4 jobs Ive had
-serving breakfast-best croissants in NYC- at the hungarian pastry shop
-exhibitions coordinator at Museo de Arte Contemporáneo de Caracas Sofía Imber and at CIFO (15 years apart)
-preschool art teacher at Plymouth Preschool ( Miami)
-Black and White Printer for Ellen Von Unwerth ( NYC)

4 places I´ve lived
-NYC new york city
-CCS caracas
-MIA miami
_BCN barcelona, spain

4 places I´ve vacationed
-London, England
-Choroní, Venezuela
-Valle De Loire, France
-Napoli, Italia

4 favourite dishes
-pizza from NAPOLI, all other pizzas in the world I can eat, but this is sublime, fabulous!
-also from NAPOLI, the one and only MOZARELLA DI BUFFALA DI CAMPANIA. only fresh in site. best of best... if you haven´t eat it there, you haven´t tried mozarella¡¡!!!
-arepa con queso guayanés y aguacate, venezuelan typical white corn bread filled ( muffin shaped) yummie!!!!
-CHOCOLATE Fondue with strawberries, or only chocolate, better.

4 sites I visit daily ( sorry again for not linkin´)
-redcurrent
-papeis por todos os lados
-la vie en rose
- oops, only 3... since I don´t have too much free time to browse blogs.

Ok

This is my new bloggin´attitude
Let´s see if I get any results.
I will also post a corner of my house.

Good mood today :) Tuesdays are also my YOGA days...best!

so, who cares?

2006-02-11T10:31:00.000-05:00

I´ve been reflecting upon this blog thing. Who reads my blog if I don´t give the address to anyone I know? Why do I want to share with myself some more diary-like stuff when I always have my diary to fill in thoughts and stories about me?
Why do we have the need to show-express-reveal our selves to the blackness unknown of foreign eyes? I suddenly felt the SPT was twisting more to a competition of who gets more private, who takes the best picture, who gets posted, who gets linked...
why do we want to be the best ones? the best designed site? the best post? the better written? the most interesting? the most private? creative? these issues are food for thought. i still don´t have any elaborated thoughts on this, just questions that have arisen lately, while browsing.

here goes my pic of the week. its part of the new work.so, who cares?

spt no memory

2006-01-31T20:52:00.000-05:00

It may sound strange, but I can't recall too many memories from my past. This is also much to be said, I don't have memory of my childhood ( I ignore if this is trauma or not) It all seems as blurry as my future when I try to see what will my life be like.
I'm so sorry I can't remember small details or big events. I just know things from my life that people have told me from their memories of me. So the version of me that I have, is like when someone takes a photograph of you or when you photograph yourself, a .... only a subjective partial side is perceived.
No way in to my laberinth.
No way out.

no internet, no spt

2006-01-25T18:35:00.000-05:00

Amazing to live without internet.
Sad that we depend on this to work, think and play.
Anyway, here is my one day late SPT
a small abstraction of me.

happy emails to me

2006-01-21T06:36:00.000-05:00

here they are, a list of some of the emails i got for my bday!
many people remembered!
feel connected.
it was somehow a happy bday week
finally...

self portrait birthday tuesday

2006-01-17T09:02:00.000-05:00

another year that day

frustration on blog procedures

2006-01-16T21:44:00.000-05:00

I CANT LINK
IT IS SOO HARD FOR ME TO UNDERSTAND THE LINK PROCESS
( Thank you a sweet life (here goes the link, supposedly) for time and patience explaining) but it seems I can only loose hours trying to figure it out.

Computers get on my nerve. We need them, use them, expect from them but they are soooooooo uneasy to use, you need to know so many procedures in order to have them work appropiately for you. too much effort. that's why i say technology is way behind human capacity. By now, we should be able to think on wanting something done in the computer ( like linking on blogs) and there should a be a fast one butto-action to do.

ARGHHHHH

life with time

2006-01-13T08:20:00.000-05:00

Even though I have consciously been out of time track on my days lately, I have to say that I have been developing quite an energetic routine that i working towards helping us to keep the house running smooth.
I believe that if we have a chaotic environment, we ourselves become chaotic inside, so I´m making this huge cleaning-organizing-getting rid of what we need not and finally, my photo archive for the past year.
I cannot start a new year without doing this. I have to have everything properly filed and kept, for the future. I am exited about having quitted my full time job, not accepting the new proposal and sticking to my two main reponsabilities: being a mother and making art.
I will be poorer, insecurer, but definetly happier.
I am often scared about the future, but am trying to focus on today, everyday.
My path has just been traced, again. Every decision makes us change paths.
So, welcome me to a life back home....
Hopefully a productive, creative moment.STRONG

VOILAAAA

life without time

2006-01-11T16:28:00.000-05:00

I have been living without noting what day it is
So,
I thought today was tuesday, and wanted to do my SPT
and it happened to be wednesday
NO STP or a LATE SPW????
I decided to blog a photo taken by my daughter
last sunday
its not technically a SP
but works ok
not a face.

new year's spt

2006-01-03T09:26:00.000-05:00

Here I am celebrating with the kids on new years eve.
It seems I'm dancing. That is why I like the picture.
I hope the year catches this mood.
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO MY INVISIBLE VISITORS

fin de año

2005-12-30T22:56:00.000-05:00

FIN DE AÑO 2005
RESOLUCIONES PARA 2006:

ESTAR CALMA, SERENA Y TRANQUILA
COMER BIEN, SANO Y POCO
EJERCITARME POR LO MENOS 3 VECES A LA SEMANA
HABLAR BONITO
LEER
PRODUCIR MI OBRA
ESCRIBIR
JUGAR MUCHO CON LOS NENES
BUEN ROLLITO CON O.
BUSCAR TRABAJO
VOLVER AL YOGA

FELIZ AÑO

SPT on christmas days

2005-12-27T09:28:00.000-05:00

Merry merry me, I look like a bumble bee...working at home all day, doing house chores
cooking, organizing closets and drawers, taking care of the kids... nothin´like a good old holiday to wreck my back.
Today is a beautiful day to be outdoors, and I almost can´t walk.
But a happy holiday can be, inside our homes maybe.

( What a poem!!!)

Jo jo jo...

xmas day

2005-12-25T18:00:00.001-05:00

uri and the tree
small, cozzy and nice christmas day
emotions are somehow controlled on me today.
best, i think its because im growing old

before xmas

2005-12-23T07:14:00.000-05:00

after many days
i realize
i have not yet started my new life
meaning
i
need
to organize it all
re start
fix
accomodate
re structure
the house
the home
all.

La vie en rose dixit

2005-12-21T21:22:00.000-05:00

Today, I want to homage a blog that is sooooo inspiring and nurturing. La vie an rose... a sweet life ( since I still don't know how to use hypertext and link sites, this is the name: asweetlife.blogspot.com)
Michelle is a mother, artist and writer that has moved my feelings more than once. Her depthness and sensibility have fascinated me since I bumped into her blog some months ago through SPT.

I want to copy here a letter that she wrote to Britton, her son. It is the most powerful text I have read about motherhood since a long time. Thank you Michelle for all the inspiring writings and for allowing me to publish your text on my blog. These words are exactly what I would say to my two children, Max and Adriana.

"Dear Britton,

Like other mothers, there are things I want for you. Of course I want you to be healthy. I want you to be happy. I want you to get an education and have a good head on your shoulders. I want you to contribute to society. I want you to be able to care for yourself. I want you to love and be loved. But I know things happen. Life happens. A tragedy could occur, stripping you of your health and leaving your mind and body broken. Some catastrophe could strike leaving you unable to pursue an education or function as you do now. And god knows that happiness is challenged throughout one's life. Illness strikes. Accidents happen. The unknown is full of all kinds of possibilities that could change your way of functioning and existing. I know this. So there has to be something more I want for you. And there is. There is something more, something deeper. I want you to know value, to trust your significance. I want you to know that no matter what, no matter the circumstances and situation, no matter the condition of your body, mind, or life, no matter your ability to function, you have value--just because you're you--Britton Blake Stoffregen--the only one. Your the only one with your unique perspective and your unique combination of life experiences. You're the only you. And the world needs you--your gifts, your talents, your eyes, your hands, your love, your presence, your story, your spirit. And I want you to have more than "head knowledge" about your value--knowledge you've gained from mom, who was a broken record singing your praises, even slipping into your room at night to whisper affirmations in your ear (You are loved. You are wanted. You are blessed. You are safe. You are valuable. You are perfect, whole, and complete.) I want more for you. I want you to believe for yourself. I want you to believe in yourself. I want you to own it. I want you to have knowledge that can stand even when life issues its challenges. I want you to have "heart knowledge." I want you to push, to explore, to challenge and then come back to your heart. I want you to trust your spirit, your goodness, your journey. I want you to face yourself and know you are good, more than good, so much more than good. You are you and that's always enough. Because you see, value isn't based on doing, what you can accomplish, what you can contribute, what and how much you can do. Value is based on being. Value is constant, despite your ability to do. And this is the value I want you to know. That's what I want for you...more than anything. And I know there will be times when your trust in your significance will be shaken. In those times you must have faith in the little glimpses of worth until those glimpses become a constant way of being. There may be times you have to lean on the loving eyes of others to see your worth until you can once again see it yourself. I pray for you to be surrounded by such loving eyes. So, sweet one, find your heart. Know yourself and trust that knowledge. Value will be found in that knowledge.

And if you ever doubt...because I know there will be times when you doubt,
may this letter remind you.
Mommy"

self portrait tuesday

2005-12-13T07:01:00.000-05:00

5am with available light, just woke up had nothing in mind.

2005-12-11T20:54:00.000-05:00

sunday

spt home again

2005-12-06T22:46:00.000-05:00

noting is better than coming back home. warmth, cozzyness, love and belonging.
again, the withdrawl from an intense art week- work craze compares to a tremendous hangover.
have to find the balance again amongst my life, work, and priorities.
home again, ready for xmas.

spt on a friday

2005-12-02T01:32:00.000-05:00

no time this week. art basel has taken over my life. i want my life back. lucky its for only a week.
after, i will cuddle for hours with my kids, read a book, make new work, eat healthy, maybe excersise a bit, walk at the beach, call my friends, make christmas cards, xmas decorations and bake cookies.

SPT before ART BASEL

2005-11-22T22:22:00.000-05:00

self portrait tuesday

i could only think of this work today for my SPT. it belongs to a series i did last year for the Cuenca Biennial.
today its only crazy me before art basel. a thousand details to think about, many issues pending, but we can only do as much. so, bits and pieces of my artwork, meanwhile, and it's always me, anyway.

self portrait tuesday

2005-11-15T06:59:00.000-05:00

reflexions on Eve Ensler's new play "the good body"
on a sad tuesday

self portrait tuesday

2005-11-08T06:41:00.000-05:00

one month later... maybe i can only commit on a once a month basis. life is hectic. too many things, too little time

Self portrait tuesday

2005-10-04T21:44:00.000-04:00

self portrait tuesday

2005-09-20T07:50:00.000-04:00

here is the tattoo...
on a spt...

self portrait tuesday

2005-08-30T21:19:00.000-04:00

Its been a month since I tatooed myself. It had been ages since I wanted a tatoo. First it was a spiral, then, it became a fetus, for the loss. I finally had it done and I love it. It feels good to finally achieve personal mini goals.

vientos huracanados

2005-08-29T13:00:00.000-04:00

miami ha estado huracanada. yo tambien.
demasiada incertidumbre, demasiadas cosas por hacer, demasiado miedo.
no puedo encontrar la manera de ordenar los pensamientos que me rondan.
no hay estructura, ilusión o luz al final del tunel.
suerte que después de la tormenta viene la calma,la necesito.

vuelta a blog

2005-08-24T21:18:00.000-04:00

acabó un largo verano de trabajo, viaje, vuelta a casa, y comienzo a no tener vida con un trabajo 9-6.
pero quiero tener tiempo para mi blog, aunque sean pocos minutos.
hoy pense que mostrar videos en exhibiciones es como tener encerrados en monitores, pequeñas pesadillas que se repiten.
lo pensé hoy cuando caminé varias veces por las salas del MAC. llevo exactamente 8 dias trabajando alli.
pensé tambien que puedo hacer un video de mi recorrido por los pasillos hasta llegar a mi mesa de trabajo.
bueno, al menos apunto estas ideas...
la vida está patas para arriba. lo que deseo es orden y limpieza en todo lo que me rodea= tranquilidad, como estas palmeritas de choroni.

bautizo

2005-07-15T20:49:00.000-04:00

adriana será bautizada mañana. finalmente y tristemente sin oriol. pero no podemos asumir todas las cosas que queremos hacer ni cuando hacerlas. mientras, el tiempo va pasando y no sabemos cuando lo haremos, así que mejor salir de ello ahora.
los padrinos serán tita, marco y por supuesto la mejor madrina del planeta erica.
aparte del tema bautizo,el viaje ha sido todo un torbellino. estoy verdaderamente agotada. no paro de hacer recados, querer producir una tonelada de fotos, editar videos, ir a los médicos y ver amigos. aparte de eso, estar con los nenes, procurarles diversión, entretenimiento y variedad ya es tarea unica... asi que ya me veo regresando a la paz de mi casita, leyendo allá, donde nunca leo y reposando tanto alboroto.
lo mas importante es que hice todo lo que me propuse, y lo mejor, logré el bautizo que era algo pendiente con adri. le decimos que le entrarán los angelitos.
está bellisima

its a beautiful day

2005-07-08T09:07:00.000-04:00

in caracas, it´s a beautiful day. long, warm, fresh, bright incandescent, powerful green day.
people that live in caracas believe there is no other place with these amazing conditions. i think there might be, but yes, this is a privilege.

self portrait tuesday

2005-07-06T00:03:00.000-04:00

the spiral of life
Originally uploaded by http://madreperla.blogspot.com/.

the spiral of life

lightness of being

2005-07-01T14:54:00.000-04:00

lightness of being
Originally uploaded by http://madreperla.blogspot.com/.

from the sky, in the sky,
dreaming of a calm
fluffyness, rain
close your eyes.

self portrait tuesday

2005-06-28T09:22:00.000-04:00

me in the car
Originally uploaded by http://madreperla.blogspot.com/.

me in the car

invisible

2005-06-28T00:03:00.000-04:00

nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible. sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío.
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible, sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible. sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío.
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible, sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible. sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío.
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible, sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible. sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío.
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible, sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible. sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío.
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible, sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible. sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío.
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible, sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible. sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío.
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible, sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible. sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío.
nadie lee mi blog, nadie lo mira, es invisible, sólo yo lo veo, leo, releo y amplío

dama de noche, 10 pm

2005-06-28T00:02:00.000-04:00

dama de noche, 10 pm
Originally uploaded by http://madreperla.blogspot.com/.

cuspide de apertura

night lady 8 pm

2005-06-28T00:00:00.000-04:00

night lady 8 pm
Originally uploaded by http://madreperla.blogspot.com/.

no soy joyce tennesson ni de cerca.. pero no pude resistirme a documentar esta maravilla de la biología como es la dama de noche.

paradigm of love maqueta 1b

2005-06-24T15:27:00.000-04:00

paradigm of love maqueta 1b
Originally uploaded by http://madreperla.blogspot.com/.

in ccs

2005-06-21T22:21:00.000-04:00

since yesterday, estamos en caracas
un verano sin O. y con la familia, planes de trabajo, planes de descanso, lectura, playa y paseos.
descanso que sirva para prepararnos a afrontar con energía la nueva temporada, que será dura, again.

caracas movidita
la gente golpeada por la vida, la vida dura, la dureza hace costra.
fuerte

hoy conocí a una mujer que hace 6 meses perdió a su hijo en un accidente de tránsito. tenía 16 años y no quería ir de vacaciones con la tía y el marido a puerto la cruz. quería ir, en vez, a un campamento. la mamá lo convenció y ahora se siente culpable. el hermano perdió a su mujer y ella a su hijo. no hay dolor mayor.
todo lo demás en la vida, se vuelve absolutamente intrascendente.
como aguantar tanta pena?

no hay sino que vivir el día a dia y agradecer.

now I'm back

2005-06-09T16:23:00.000-04:00

Now I can finally sit and write a bit. It's been hectic.. Kids outta school and we are working at home, so it crowded and crazy with all together in the same ROOM...¡¡¡!!! I can´t believe.. we stay all day in the studio, working and having our two appendices flying by... Of course I then feel as guilty as hell and then I stop for a bit to pay some attention and quality time.

This week I booked 4 sessions and made them! I'm proud and relieved, even if my gallerist cancelled the trip to miami....
I now feel active and productive.
Also we finally submitted the MadridAbierto project. Cross things out of the check list.
Travelling in 10 days... house to fix, organize and clean before I leave. Make the take along list, the stay at home list for Uri, and all the rest of organizations that are necessary...

So its all about order, organizing, coping, getting done, achieving, etc.
Proud me...

sobre el orden

2005-05-31T22:29:00.000-04:00

creí que ya me iba, pero pensé en el orden de las cosas
sobre la casa
sólo yo ORDENO.
nadie más.
o. no ordena, guarda y mantiene pero nunca ordena.
los nenes no ordenan sino desordenan
cila medio organiza.

esto quiere decir que tengo YO que ORDENAR lo de 4 personas.
por eso no tengo tiempo de ORDENAR, porque es DEMASIADO.

soñar hace la vida más llevadera. sueño que mi casa está ordenada, limpiecita y funcionando todo perfectamente.
sueño que leo libros, escribo mucho , edito fotos, videos, y trabajo en un estudio blanco. vendo obra, no hay preocupaciones porque siempre hay dinero en la cuenta, lo justo para pagar todo y darnos algun gusto. vivimos en tranquilidad.
eso sueño. cada dia

asi que mientras mi casa está desordenada, yo sueño. yo me transporto a otros mundos. y me rebelo a ser la ordenatrice
de una familia. necesito más ayuda plis.

aburrido

2005-05-31T22:20:00.000-04:00

creo que mi blog es super aburrido.
no solo casi no me he dedicado, sino que no tiene gancho, sex-appeal o interés. sólo he colgado un par de textos que me enviaron por email, y un par de pensamientos sueltos. x

mi mayor preocupación vital suele ser el tiempo, presente pasado y futuro. estoy obsesionada con él.
y como no lo tengo a mi disposición, no puedo dedicarme a muchas cosas que quisiera, como el blog, por ejemplo, o escribir en mi diario (aunque ahora escribo más rápido en el ordenador) y leer... leer es fundamental. lo echo de menos.
pero creo que mientras los nenes estén pequeños, no podré leer. es imposible. cuando llego a la cama, de noche, ya estoy tan cansada que ni puedo leer el título del libro.
me desmayo.
tal vez en el verano pueda leer algun libro completo,. tengo que proponermelo.

de vuelta al blog

2005-05-31T22:05:00.000-04:00

parece que han pasado meses desde que tengo mi blog. sólo ha pasado uno. y estoy de vuelta en el luego de la locura de los dos proyectos en los que estaba inmersa. ayer mandamos lo de madrid abierto finalmente y era el último día de recepción. la expo del viernes quedó superb y estoy tranquila de haber cerrado esos dos capítulos.
esta semana termino capítulo plymouth y entonces tengo que hacer una replanificación de mi vida:
-ordenar el estudio
-ordenar todos los armarios
-ordenar los libros y las bibliotecas
-ordenar la cocina y sus gabinetes

una vez esto, tengo que lograr mantenerlo así

otra cosa que haré es definitivamente, cocinar mas y mejor. más quiere decir más organizada conscientemente, y mejor quiere decir más sano. sobre todo para mi ingesta. los nenes y O. tienen que comer normal, y yo no puedo comer como ellos. asi que me planteo una reorganización sistemática y vital

para luego, dedicarme a:
pensar
leer
escribir
hacer mis fotos
y criar a mis hijos lo mejor que pueda

tengo que ver si quiero trabajar, si TENGO que hacerlo o puedo quedarme en casa y hacer freelancers desde aqui
vender fotos
mostrarlas
y dedicarme a mi obra al menos5 horas por dias
esto quiere decir que tengo que poder tener listos y actualizados:
el portafolio de artista
el portafolio de escritora
el portafolio de fotógrafa,

cest tout.

un poco de orden va bien

Open Vessel

2005-05-23T19:29:00.000-04:00

Open Vessel
Originally uploaded by http://madreperla.blogspot.com/.

been so busy workin`on this show...
hope people show up...
itÂ´s far, but not so much!

VER Y NO VER. Articulo de Maitena de Elguezabal

2005-05-14T01:01:00.000-04:00

Ver y no ver
El petróleo es nuestro, también sus problemas

Maitena de Elguezabal

Vamos a ver. El Ministro de Estado para la Cultura dice una y otra vez que le gustan las polémicas. No lo creo. Ni las polémicas ni nada que pueda poner en entredicho Su Verdad. Lo que si le gusta es imponer modos de ver (como por ejemplo el abarrotamiento ininteligible de obras que hoy puebla nuestros tristes museos nacionales). Tiene problemas cuando no se ve lo que él pide ver o ser visto. Entre el ver y no ver, (esa libertad omnímoda de la cual ha disfrutado el hombre por siglos y que le ha permitido asirse al mundo), él pretende decidir por nosotros, por cada uno de nosotros: así entiende su rol como parte del funcionariato revolucionario.

Muy a su pesar y para nuestra satisfacción, por la experiencia de encuentro crudo con nuestra realidad (la de la pantalla y la de la problemática cultural actual), tuvimos la oportunidad de ver la semana pasada el documental Nuestro petróleo y otros cuentos en la Organización Nelson Garrido. La “ONG”, en sus siglas afectuosamente proferidas por un público multigeneracional que atiende entusiasmado (y en masa) a sus convocatorias. Espacio alternativo y abierto a la pluralidad de pensamientos. Un espacio, fundamentalmente dirigido a los jóvenes, pero en el cual se practica “el aquí cabemos todos”. Y se practica de verdad. Sin hipocresías ni imposiciones.

Francisco VI aprobó desde Su Despacho parte del dinero para este documental, para que Gabriele Muzio, Elisabetta Andreoli y Max Pugh, italianos y francés respectivamente —parte de un colectivo que trabaja con el medio del video para explorar (y decir) la realidad contemporánea— volvieran a ensalzar, dio por hecho, la revolución chavista. No había que esperar menos de los mismos realizadores de Venezuela: otro modo es posible, filmada a raíz de su entusiasmo por el proceso ”alternativo” en el año 2002, y el cual tuvo una importante difusión como propaganda tanto localmente como en círculos bolivarianos que el dinero nuestro paga en diferentes países de Europa. Un exitazo para el gobierno. No conozco cómo fueron el acuerdo y el guión que Francisco VI ungió con Su Venia. Pero entiendo ahora, por su airada reacción frente a lo que este colectivo le devolvió como producto, que en el futuro quienes quieran Su Beneplácito, tendrán que ajustarse a términos muy precisos, acordados participativamente por Él. Al verlo concluido, no dudó de etiquetarlo, de descalificarlo como “amarillismo intelectual” y solicitó de inmediato la eliminación del nombre del Conac de sus créditos. Muy molesto por lo que vio y no quería ver. O por lo que no quería que sus súbditos viéramos: lo que los realizadores, ya en sitio, no pudieron dejar de ver.

Y pasó lo que generalmente ocurre cuando el ojo extranjero y avezado recorre nuestra cotidianidad, su mirada objetiva nos devuelven esas crónicas viajeras que dan cuenta de parte importante de nuestro imaginario nacional. Esta mirada nos invita a ajustar nuestra propia aproximación y, a partir de sus preguntas y observaciones, nos hace ver aún más en profundidad lo nuestro. Ellos ven cosas que nosotros no alcanzamos. Que nunca hemos visto, como el caso de mi compañera de audiencia quien, después de trabajar 20 años en PDVSA, me dijo que jamás tuvo conocimiento de que estas realidades existían.

El documental Nuestro petróleo y otros cuentos, es un viaje visual, es una ventana por la cual miramos y desde la cual nos miran los protagonistas, nos muestra y nos permite ver, sin aspavientos, en crudo y directo muchas evidencias. Evidencias en tres aristas de un cuadro que no es nuevo, que ha acompañado la explotación moderna de nuestros recursos naturales. Lo grave es pretender que hoy, como por arte de magia (la magia de la retórica), han desaparecido. Los pecados capitales y los problemas del pasado no han sido expiados, sólo que ahora se cubren con la censura.

Está viva, nos dice, la voracidad contumaz de los inversionistas. Es la misma de aquellos extranjeros que llegaban a hoteles lujosos en la década del sesenta y la de los nuevos inversionistas que firmaron convenios con el gobierno en diciembre del 2004 (españoles, estadounidenses y chinos). Más de lo mismo. Sólo que ahora la hipocresía impera, el presidente ávido de más poder y petrodólares, predica una cosa y vemos otra. Un discurso en Aló Presidente y un discurso encorbatado en una oficina full aire, abrazos y apretones de mano. Es eso lo que nuestro pontificio ministro no quiere que veamos. La contradicción, o mejor dicho las contradicciones. Tanto criticar y es más de lo mismo.

La miseria y el hambre persisten como vecinos, palmo a palmo, de la implacable explotación. El documental nos expone a la miseria nuestra. La misma de siempre. Esta vez en close-up. Tal como Elia Schneider lo muestra en su película Huelepega, en el caso de los habitantes de la gran urbe que se alimentan en los basureros, también en Yakariyene en Tucupita, los indígenas viven de los basureros, del detritus que hoy cubre exhaustos pozos petroleros. Tanto que habla el presidente de los derechos de los indígenas, y allí vimos a esos seres rebuscando en la basura. De ella viven. Tanto criticar y es mas de lo mismo.

La contaminación humana y ambiental es aún y cada vez más, muy grave. Arrancó con la triste historia de Lagunillas incendiada en los treinta y sigue con la tragedia que han dejado los gases de una planta petroquímica en sus cercanías. Las enfermedades que aparecieron, esta vez no en Hiroshima, sino en la comunidad de El Hornito, sólo reubicada de las proximidades de nuevas operaciones de esa industria —quizás no muy bien manejada aún por la Nueva PDVSA— cuando el cuadro de niños deformados no se podía tapar. Las miradas en pantalla parecen salidas de un infierno (El Hornote) en la tierra. Panorámicas de la Sierra de Perijá permite ver sus montañas arrasadas, como si una fiera voraz se hubiera comido la tierra a grandes bocados, dejando grandes huecos y cicatrices, irrecuperables. Es la explotación también voraz del carbón y las tomas muestran como quieren vender estas reservas de los indígenas Wayuu a las concesionarias de Carbozulia, cuyo director gerente aparece orondo dando cuenta de los ingentes ingresos que ese recurso natural, “Premium”, de alto aprecio en los mercados internacionales, le produce a la revolución. Y para mantener las casitas calentitas y confortables en los Alpes suizos, o hacer marchar al Expreso de Oriente por hermosos parajes de postal, mientras nuestra tierra es devastada y nuestras comunidades dejadas al garete, sin residencia en la tierra. Tanto criticar y es mas de lo mismo. Sólo que peor.

Al final de los 80 minutos del documental pudimos preguntarnos: ¿Por qué no hemos visto esto antes? Gracias señores extranjeros. Supe y lamenté porque nuestro mediocre funcionariato no quería que viésemos estas realidades. Pudiera estar ahora mismo dándole las gracias… y ellos teniendo un contundente documento para proceder a una hermosa, inaplazable y sustentable misión.

Ver y no ver. Son útiles ambas opciones para conocer nuestra realidad, se entraban como parte estructural de nuestra mirada. Pero lo peor es no dejar ver. Lo honesto sería aprovechar estas realidades y combatirlas desde la verdad, la coherencia y la frontalidad. Se necesita mirar y ver en voz alta, clara, y sin carraspera.

Hacer transparente la realidad. Sólo así se puede pretender transformarla.

encapuchados faith mail

2005-05-07T09:18:00.000-04:00

encapuchados faith mail
Originally uploaded by http://madreperla.blogspot.com/.

faith is blind and comes in the body of a child

all about faith

2005-05-05T19:15:00.000-04:00

If you want magic to be in your life,
you will have magic in your life.
It's about faith really."
bjork

angel

2005-05-03T18:24:00.000-04:00

DSCN1225
Originally uploaded by http://madreperla.blogspot.com/.

angel

if i had a studio

2005-05-03T18:10:00.000-04:00

i could work
i could write
i could not loose time..
i would either organize my new work or
finish something or
just wander around in my thoughts
and not have to answer any calls
or
cook
or set the table
or
laundry
kids
food

i could be alone for a bit and miss them
and be happy to get back home
and also be happier with myself
if i had a studio
small white space

una flor para abuelita

2005-05-02T22:21:00.000-04:00

una flor para abuelita
Originally uploaded by http://madreperla.blogspot.com/.

Uno solo.Solo uno

2005-04-27T22:47:00.000-04:00

Uno sólo. Sólo uno.
Maitena de Elguezabal

Habemus Papa en el museo venezolano: Francisco VI

En 1874, el General Antonio Guzmán Blanco decreta la creación del Museo Nacional en el que se albergaría las colecciones públicas de historia natural y de Arte. Inaugurado en 1875, un equipo bajo la dirección de Adolfo Ernst divide de inmediato sus colecciones con la idea de generar tres instituciones: Museo Boliviano, Museo de Bellas Artes y Museo de Ciencias Naturales. Comienza allí, hace mucho más de un siglo, una tarea de discernimiento de perfiles museísticos, de catalogación y registro que reconoce la complejidad ya de las tareas de resguardo, desarrollo y proyección pública de las colecciones, funciones fundamentales de la museística.

En 1917 se crea el Museo de Bellas Artes (MBA), pero es con la inauguración de su edificio y la del Museo de Ciencias Naturales en Los Caobos (proyecto del maestro Villanueva), en 1938, cuando comienza realmente el posicionamiento progresivo de Venezuela en la museística contemporánea, en la cual llega a ocupar con el tiempo un sitial reconocido por los distintos profesionales en el continente. Estos frutos se recogen a partir del entusiasta y sostenido terreno labrado por Miguel Arroyo, padre de la museología local y director del MBA por casi 20 años, quien sentó las bases de la excelencia y la dedicación al quehacer del museo venezolano.

En la década de los setenta, el dibujo de un conjunto de museos públicos, creados al calor de iniciativas diversas y al calor de la promoción del Estado, queda completado con la incorporación de nuevas instituciones de variado perfil, colección y misión. Museo de Bellas Artes, Galería de Arte Nacional, Museo de Arte Contemporáneo Sofia Imber, Museo Jacobo Borges, Museo Alejandro Otero y Museo del Dibujo y la Estampa Carlos Cruz Diez, entre otros, pasan a participar de un ambiente cultural rico en ofertas y posibilidades. A principios de los noventa, con la idea de profundizar su autonomía y dinamizar sus operaciones, se da paso a la creación de las llamadas fundaciones de Estado como figura de gestión para estos museos. A estas instituciones, en atención al ejercicio de participación democrática en la cultura, se les otorga autonomía de movimiento, programática, discursiva y administrativa.
El resultado de todos estos años ha sido el desarrollo progresivo, no exento de problemas, de estas instituciones en procura de un afinamiento de su perfil y de dedicación profesional a sus colecciones. Hasta entrado el presente siglo, nuestros museos conformaron espacios de participación plural y valoración, lugar de encuentro de diferentes discursos, y sobretodo distintos modos de mirar.

La semana pasada el ministro Francisco Sesto dio a conocer un decreto, ya publicado en Gaceta Oficial, que establece la liquidación, de un solo plumazo, de estas ocho fundaciones de Estado, por razones de “dispersión” y “falta de coherencia”. Procede entonces a proponer, decimonónicamente, el Museo Nacional.
Un solo Museo, ocho estaciones, una solo colección, un solo discurso (el de Sesto). Nunca explica el ministro qué tienen de dispersas o incoherentes estas instituciones. ¿En qué se basa?. ¿Dónde están los estudios de diagnóstico?. ¿Se llegó a consultar este paso trascendental y peligroso con especialistas?. ¿O se trata de una mera aproximación desde el poder?
Por lo pronto, lo que se evidencia es un ánimo enconado de no reconocer la trayectoria en el tiempo de tantos y tantos profesionales de múltiples experiencias y diferentes disciplinas que participaron en una construcción positiva y reflexiva en torno al patrimonio nacional.

Sesto pretende establecer un solo discurso en tiempo record. Pero…, ¿cuál discurso? ¿…existe?, ¿…qué modelo estamos copiando?. Nada está a la vista en estos términos. Ciertas confesiones de parte hace pensar que aquí se está disparando primero y preguntando después. Muchas cosas están en peligro: un patrimonio, un legado profesional, un marco de referencia para nuestras generaciones de artistas…, pero sobre todo la cultura libre, participativa y plural que establece taxativamente, la Constitución venezolana.

Por ahora un Museo Nacional, …un solo curador , un solo pensador, una sola visión.

La visión privada (¡en un gobierno que se autoproclama socialista!), íntima y autoritaria de Francisco VI.

museos desapareciendo

2005-04-27T13:48:00.000-04:00

Retroceso bestial. Nadie parece decir nada, nadie se queja. Hay silencio y acato.
Sueño o resignación? Esa es la pregunta.

ese es el espiritu

2005-04-25T18:44:00.000-04:00

hay que mantener el espiritu!
el espiritu es mantener a la familia, la casa, etc...
jodido, hermano, es mantener el espiritu!
-extracto de una conversación con manner

madreperla

2005-04-25T15:08:00.000-04:00

madreperla