miércoles, 19 de agosto de 2015
Its hard to talk about how i see and how i feel art, but i think the best way to do it is explaining my work as artist.I'm part of the photography workshop, but right now i'm a little far of it. Now my work, walks around the memories. Actually, walks around how people charge an object with memories of a place, a moment, or a person.
When I went to Chaitén, i saw an abandoned city. The people who lived there let all the memories, all the objects under the ashes. In that moment i started to think about why they never returned to their objects.
The travel, the infinite question, the natural catastrophe, let behind a lot of pictures, tickets, leaves from the trees, parts of wood and a lot of stories.
So, right now, my work is to think and to explore how to share all the experiences, how to express all the questions around objects, memories and time. For the moment i'm working in an artist book, mixing materials, textures including text and photos.
I want to share with you some photos and material that are part of the book (because the book is not finish yet).
lunes, 17 de agosto de 2015
Best Birthday Ever !
Today I want to share with you the story of the best birthday ever. It was the morning of march 3rd of 2013, i woke up and, as each birthday, my mom was waiting me with a delicious breakfast. After that i got a call of one of my best friends telling me to prepare a bag because he was going to get me in 20 minutes, off course i asked him where we were going and off course he didn't tell me anything. So i started to prepare a bag and go with my two sisters (both accomplice) in the car of my friend right to a liquor store and stop for a few friends more (in two other cars).After a long time of travel we arrived to Elqui valley with six friends and my two sisters, the camping was full really full of people, and in the center a huge bonfire full of people drinking and playing some music. My friends made sure that everyone will know about my birthday, and we celebrate all the night meeting people, dancing, and singing with all the new and old friends.
We stay in Elqui valley for four days, visiting rivers, meeting a lot of people, making a lot of friends and ... drinking a lot too.
Christian Boltanski (French, born 1944).
Today i want to talk about Christian Boltanski, he is one of the most important artist of the current international scene, french sculptor, photographer, painter and filmmaker. His Christian mother and jewish father mark a spiritual course of his work. The influence of the Holocaust is fixed in intemate memory. His work is a fantastic escene of rigorous observation of life, full of deep memory. Through installations of fragile obects (photos, abandoned objects, clothes, shoes, tc) that was part of the belongings of people who have died, he try to find a clean way to treat the subject og death that obsesses him. Boltanski began making installations from a variety of materials and media, with light effects as integral components.One example of that was the portrait photographs of jewish schoolchildren (taken in 1931) serve as a forceful reminder of the mass muerder of jews by the nazis. In the work of this artist he filled whole rooms and corridors with items of worn clothing as a way of prompting an involuntary association with the clothing depotsat concentration camps. Objects like that serve as mute tertimony to human experience asd suffering.

Some of the most important works of Boltanski was:
Portraits- Grosse Hamburger Strasse
Migrants
Reserve of dead Swiss (One's Not Dead
Souls
martes, 4 de agosto de 2015
Monsters of my childhood
What could have been just a movie to any grown up, to a six years old me meant a lot of time with nightmares and shadows that would hunt my biggest fears. The leyend of sleepy hollow, the rider that wondered arround with no head was one of the mivues that you shouldn't show any kid.
The movie had many things that marked me, from the dark colors of the movie to the scary story that came with it.
I would usually dream with this dark rider. My family and I would be at church, having a normal day, until the rider entered with a loud sound, sitting on his black horse with eyes red as blood, he would go to my family without hearing my screams and just when he is about to hurt them, I would wake up and inmeadiatly run to my mothers bedroom.
Sometimes fears or monsters from our childhood are hard to forget, and even now I have to change the channel if the movie is on, not only for the images that come with it, but for the images my own imagination has created, most of the time it is our own imagination that creates the biggest monsters
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