El devenir del arco tocando notas flotantes a través de mi oído, me hacen recordar la visibilidad de los cuerpos imantados como una simple expresión of nature. And I feel the invention of universes seeking re-emerge in the creation of the human mind.
a long time ago I stopped blogging, many coincidences came together at the same time and I had to sacrifice my bow and let him sleep for a long time as is this blog. It's been a couple of months and yet I find in reviewing the record of my old friends bloggers who pass through this virtual space.
a long time ago I stopped blogging, many coincidences came together at the same time and I had to sacrifice my bow and let him sleep for a long time as is this blog. It's been a couple of months and yet I find in reviewing the record of my old friends bloggers who pass through this virtual space.
I'm listening to Bach, suite 1, Yurena favorite of a great writer friend of mine. And can you feel the harmony of the bow, strings and tuners in each vibration of the instrument. Thus the words come into our hands in the pen that we use daily.
By the end of the year I decided to take a tour of the city and see the event time. Strangely I by 84 st in Manhattan and decided to see the fireworks, passing through the park where John Lennon spent some time and was stamped with a song. The colors were fantastic could not see them, were similar to an abstract painting that seemed to spin through a caledoscopio. I thought about letting a couple of pictures. That led me to record 
ar the Kandinsky exhibition at the Guggenheim Museum collection in NY, and thought possibly Kandinsky has recreated these colors in their loneliness and has captured countless unimaginable contrasts in their paintings and wondered if the fire is scented with color or if the sky breaks his ostracism the rain at dawn. The unique nature creates the impossible before our eyes and, like Kandinsky, human ingenuity using the elements to produce these visions.
ar the Kandinsky exhibition at the Guggenheim Museum collection in NY, and thought possibly Kandinsky has recreated these colors in their loneliness and has captured countless unimaginable contrasts in their paintings and wondered if the fire is scented with color or if the sky breaks his ostracism the rain at dawn. The unique nature creates the impossible before our eyes and, like Kandinsky, human ingenuity using the elements to produce these visions. few days ago I went to a major exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum Samurai, m 
and found incredible really good. The force of his expressions, armor, the culture that surrounds them making them ever more distant, yet so unique and modern. I noticed that the fiber of his clothes was silver, bronze, platinum and gold, almost like a skin. And their swords and knives subtly showed the personality of the men who wore either by the color of your grip or colorful stones impregnated with metal or the shape and size of these weapons. Were completely different and at the same time showed a kind of uniqueness all of them.
and found incredible really good. The force of his expressions, armor, the culture that surrounds them making them ever more distant, yet so unique and modern. I noticed that the fiber of his clothes was silver, bronze, platinum and gold, almost like a skin. And their swords and knives subtly showed the personality of the men who wore either by the color of your grip or colorful stones impregnated with metal or the shape and size of these weapons. Were completely different and at the same time showed a kind of uniqueness all of them. Bach I return again and let the charm that gives the building in its most lonely. That vision we have to feel, see, hear or read something really light, you tear the skin like a falling leaf, completely blowing up your body just the feeling of the blade. This is art that makes us marvel. As the snow a few days parked in the streets, cars, on clothes, in the folds of the coats, tears falling from our lonely confused in his element. Definitely
men create unique devices. Could it be the tears of snow and sky an abstract painting of Kandinsky.
( The painting is in this entry is called and the first fotrografía Improvisation is a snapshot of the many shots I took that night of New Year)
