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Narrar el mundo y la imaginación / Narrate the world and the imagination

THE RAINBOW ROOM

El salón de terciopelo rojo

Es grato pensar que uno de los espacios más deslumbrantes de la ciudad de Nueva York -de entre los que se elevan por encima de las nubes-, no es el despacho de un banquero o de un empresario, sino una pista de baile singular que gira sobre sí misma mientras el baile lleva al mundo al borde de la noche. La Sala Arco Iris está situada en el piso 65 del Rockefeller Center y se accede a ella mediante un ascensor directo que apenas tarda medio minuto en elevarse hasta allí. Bailar, soñar; tal vez volar. Y, sobre todo, no caer bajo.

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KEITH HARING

ONCE UPON A TIME

«A joyous mural born in an era filled with fear»  (D. W. Dunlap), Once upon a time is located at the second-floor men’s room of the Gay and Lesbian Community Services Center, 208 W 13th Street, New York

The pleasure of painting… the pleasure of painting the pleasure… the pleasure of painting the pleasure of painting…the pleasure of painting the pleasure of painting the pleasure…the pleasure of painting the pleasure of painting the pleasure of painting…the pleasure of painting the pleasure of painting the pleasure of painting the pleasure…the

These black on white murals were a project that Keith Haring developed in 1989. Once upon a time is located at the men’s room of the second floor of the Gay and Lesbian Community Services Center, 208 W 13th Street, New York.

These art-murals that Keith Haring painted in 1989 take me invariably to my early childhood. It’s not that sex then was like that -certainly not as genital as Haring depicted it here, black on white- but there was a large quantity of it that still comes to my body whenever I look at these paintings by Haring in the shape of old, slow, soft waves of warmth. Leer el resto de esta entrada »

A GLIMPSE OF THE NEW WHITNEY MUSEUM OF AMERICAN ART

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Yesterday, I had the chance to visit the new headquarters of the Whitney, now in Chelsea, at the end of the High Line. It will open to the public May 1st. Being almost alone, I saw how its halls were lit the very same day all the cherry trees of Manhattan decided to blossom. Leer el resto de esta entrada »

JUKEBOX

Dedicated to all Russians that fight sexual discrimination and political rejection 

Anton Chéjov asked himself what the best way would be to remove the slave’s skin that Russians wore. He might have thought of singing and dancing.

Nina Simone.  Never forget that you are free! Leer el resto de esta entrada »

PRIVACY

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My eyes at home

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Quivering

Encounter with the Self

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A CERTAIN CARIBBEAN

“… I, Shabine, saw

when these slums of empire was paradise.

I am just a red nigger who love the sea,

I had a sound colonial education,

I have Dutch, nigger, and English in me,

and either I am nobody, or I am a nation”.

Derek Walcott

 

Islands. Cells

Cells

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WALKS OF LIFE

Tony Cragg’s sculptures in Madison Square

Mad. Sq. Art Project

Points of View, by Tony Cragg

Points of View

Mixed Feelings

Mixed Feelings

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A WHIFF OF DOWNTOWN MANHATTAN

Happy Holidays!

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Ghosts

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VAIVÉN DE LA MEMORIA

 

España, Castilla y León, provincia de Zamora. Nevando sobre el lago de Sanabria. Spain, Castile and León, province of Zamora. Snowing over Sanabria lake. © Navia

Cuando me fijo en rostros anónimos busco inconscientemente semejanzas con otros conocidos. En muchas ocasiones el parecido hace fluir recuerdos relacionados con aquél que, ausente, es evocado, y empiezo a trazar un vínculo entre ambos y conmigo mismo, aún a sabiendas de que se trata de una ficción que, solo para mí, pretende ser real. Lo mismo ocurre con lugares y objetos, con palabras e ideas, y con imágenes. Las relaciones así tendidas tejen una historia fugaz pero muy intensa, y esa semejanza, esa evocación, ese recuerdo del que no está pero que aparece por azar de un desconocido acaso sea la forma de relato más breve que conozca. Leer el resto de esta entrada »

Funny games in the «new-old» Russia

Moscow, 1995-2003

When I first arrived in Moscow in April 1995, there were few advertisements in the streets. The citizens of the “new-old» Russia hadn’t experienced the impact of this peculiar side effect of capitalism -publicity- for almost a century but they were certainly used to propaganda, a former distant relative.

"This is not a telecom company, this is love"

«This is not a telecom company, this is love»

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