<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237</id><updated>2012-01-23T15:40:34.351-02:00</updated><category term='Condição Humana'/><category term='Porto Alegre'/><category term='Ano França no Brasil'/><category term='Arte Interrogações Labirintos'/><category term='Primavera'/><category term='Bienais'/><category term='Jorge Macchi'/><category term='Fundação Iberê Camargo'/><category term='Música Popular Brasileira'/><category term='História da Arte'/><category term='Usina do Gasômetro'/><category term='Artes'/><category term='Mephisto'/><category term='Regina Silveira'/><category term='Grupo Quixote'/><category term='Drummond'/><category term='Murakami'/><category term='Edmond Couchot'/><category term='Arte cibernética'/><category term='Paulo Armando'/><category term='Chalé da Praça XV'/><category term='Estética'/><category term='MARGS'/><category term='Novos Baianos'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='Guignard'/><category term='Moda'/><category term='Centro'/><category term='Arte Contemporânea'/><category term='Bossa Nova'/><category term='Tropicália'/><category term='Bienal do Mercosul'/><category term='Cildo Meireles'/><category term='polêmicas'/><category term='Michel Bret'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Iberê Camargo'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='Poemas'/><category term='Arte'/><category term='FILE'/><category term='Cibercultura'/><category term='Fotografia'/><category term='Filmes essenciais'/><category term='Chanel'/><category term='Santander Cultura'/><category term='O Avator'/><category term='Macchi'/><category term='Metaforms'/><title type='text'>Alice &amp; Labirintos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-4650365381627686615</id><published>2011-05-05T16:56:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T17:13:15.129-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Usina do Gasômetro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regina Silveira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edmond Couchot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michel Bret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte cibernética'/><title type='text'>Arte cibernética na Usina do Gasômetro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7w_RHqL0B9s/TcMBYqlIZNI/AAAAAAAAD_o/1hmPCni8bbE/s1600/Alice%2B-%2BLes%2BPissenlits%2B-%2BEdmond%2BCouchot%2Be%2BMichel%2BBret%2B-%2B2006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7w_RHqL0B9s/TcMBYqlIZNI/AAAAAAAAD_o/1hmPCni8bbE/s400/Alice%2B-%2BLes%2BPissenlits%2B-%2BEdmond%2BCouchot%2Be%2BMichel%2BBret%2B-%2B2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603323884637545682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(25, 25, 25); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Les Pissenlits (França/2006), Edmond Couchot e Michel Bret. Foto: Ariela Dedigo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ainda dá tempo de conferir a exposição &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;Arte Cibernética - Acervo de Arte e Tecnologia do Itaú Cultural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; no Centro Cultural Usina do Gasômetro, em Porto Alegre. As oito obras do acervo do Itaú ficam no espaço até 29 de maio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Entre os artistas presentes na exposição está a artista brasileira Regina Silveira, cuja produção artística também pode ser conferida na Fundação Iberê Camargo, na mostra &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Mil e um dias e outros enigmas&lt;/b&gt;, que tem curadoria de José Roca, aberta até 29 de maio.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Na exposição &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;Arte Cibernética - Acervo de Arte e Tecnologia do Itaú Cultural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;, pode-se ver obras de&lt;/span&gt;  Rejane Cantoni e Daniela Kutschat, os austríacos Christa Sommerer e Laurent Mignonneau, e o mexicano Miguel Chevalier. Em 2010, entre abril e maio, a exposição foi destaque em algumas estações do metrô de São Paulo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Desde sua criação, em 1987, o Itaú Cultural atua no desenvolvimento da relação entre arte e tecnologia, e cultura e arte, realizando ações como o programa Rumos Arte Cibernética (&lt;a href="http://www.itaucultural.org.br/index.cfm?cd_pagina=2709&amp;amp;area=Arte%20e%20Tecnologia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:windowtext"&gt;http://www.itaucultural.org.br/index.cfm?cd_pagina=2709&amp;amp;area=Arte%20e%20Tecnologia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) e a bienal internacional de arte e tecnologia de São Paulo Emoção Art.ficial. O instituto também investe em informação e conteúdo acessível ao público na Enciclopédia Itaú Cultural de Arte e Tecnologia (&lt;a href="http://www.cibercultura.org.br/tikiwiki/home.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext"&gt;http://www.cibercultura.org.br/tikiwiki/home.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A exposição Arte Cibernética - Acervo de Arte e Tecnologia do Itaú Cultural pode ser visitada até 29 de maio, um domingo. Fica aberta todos os dias das 10h às 20h. O Centro Cultural Usina do Gasômetro fica na Avenida Presidente João Goulart 551 - Centro - Porto Alegre – RS. Informações: 51 3289 8100 | &lt;a href="mailto:usina@smc.prefpoa.com.br"&gt;&lt;span style="color:windowtext"&gt;usina@smc.prefpoa.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. A entrada é franca.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sobre as obras, o site do &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Itaú Cultural&lt;/b&gt; informa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Descendo a Escada (Brasil/2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Regina Silveira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Versão interativa da obra &lt;i&gt;Escada Inexplicável 2&lt;/i&gt; (1999) elaborada em colaboração com o Itaulab (laboratório de mídias interativas do Itaú Cultural). Na instalação, o observador experimenta a vertigem do movimento de descida de uma escada virtual. A projeção interativa incide sobre o triedro espacial formado pelo chão e pelo ângulo de duas telas verticais, gerando um continuum virtual dinâmico. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;OP_ERA: Sonic Dimension (Brasil/2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rejane Cantoni e Daniela Kutschat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Instalação desenhada como um instrumento musical virtual que tem a forma de um cubo preto e aberto, preenchido por centenas de linhas luminosas que podem ser tangidas pelo observador. Afinadas com a tensão adequada, essas cordas vibram com uma frequência (de luz e de som) que varia de acordo com sua posição relativa e modo de interação do observador. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Reflexão #3 (Brasil/2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Raquel Kogan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Instalação em que a imagem de várias sequências de números é projetada sobre a parede localizada numa sala escura. A projeção, por sua vez, é refletida sobre um espelho d’água ao rés do chão. A obra é interativa - as pessoas acionam o teclado, regulando assim a rapidez dos movimentos da projeção. Cria-se assim um movimento contínuo, mas nunca repetido, como se os números subissem de um espelho a outro, sucessivamente. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life Writer (Áustria/2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Christa Sommerer e Laurent Mignonneau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quando os participantes datilografam um texto nas teclas de uma antiga máquina de escrever, as letras surgem como caracteres projetados no papel. Ao retornar o cilindro da máquina, as letras transformam-se em criaturas artificiais que parecem flutuar. As criaturas são baseadas em um algoritmo genético que determina seus comportamentos e movimentos, e elas precisam se alimentar de novas letras datilografadas para reproduzir outros seres. Ao conectar o ato de datilografar ao ato da criação da vida, o espectador, no papel de "escritor de vidas", participa da geração de um mundo situado no limiar do analógico e do digital.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Text Rain (Estados Unidos e Israel/1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Camille Utterback e Romy Achituv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;A projeção do corpo dos participantes é combinada com a animação de uma chuva de letras coloridas que, por sua vez, respondem a seus movimentos corporais. Se um participante acumular letras o bastante ao longo de seus braços estendidos, ou ao longo da silhueta de qualquer outro objeto, pode formar uma palavra inteira, ou mesmo uma frase. As letras em queda não são aleatórias, mas dão forma aos versos de um poema sobre o corpo e a linguagem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ultranature (México/2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Miguel Chevalier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um jardim virtual criado para interagir com o público. A flora é composta inicialmente de seis variedades de plantas digitais coloridas. Cada uma delas evolui de acordo com um ciclo único definido por seu código genético. Por meio de sensores, as plantas seguem os movimentos dos visitantes. Com os gestos, elas são polinizadas e geram de forma imprevisível seus descendentes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Les Pissenlits (França/2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Edmond Couchot e Michel Bret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;A força e a duração do sopro do espectador determinam os movimentos das sementes de um dente-de-leão, que realizam trajetórias complexas e diferentes. As imagens resultam da interação entre o sopro humano e um objeto virtual, no caso, uma flor. O conceito da “segunda interatividade” realiza-se nesta obra clássica, que até hoje influencia artistas do mundo inteiro. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;PixFlow #2 (Bélgica/2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;LAb[au]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Escultura na forma de um console composto de quatro displays dispostos horizontalmente. Um programa simula um campo vetorial em que partículas fluem conforme a evolução de sua densidade. A interação mútua que se desenrola no campo provoca a emergência de comportamentos totalmente imprevisíveis das partículas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptfapiJRQ-k/TcMCD_v7wII/AAAAAAAAD_0/raYhaRmVmRQ/s1600/Alice%2B-%2BDescendo%2Ba%2BEscada%2B-%2BRegina%2BSilveira%2B-%2B2002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptfapiJRQ-k/TcMCD_v7wII/AAAAAAAAD_0/raYhaRmVmRQ/s400/Alice%2B-%2BDescendo%2Ba%2BEscada%2B-%2BRegina%2BSilveira%2B-%2B2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603324629054374018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Descendo a Escada (Brasil/2002), Regina Silveira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-4650365381627686615?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/4650365381627686615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=4650365381627686615' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/4650365381627686615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/4650365381627686615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2011/05/arte-cibernetica-na-usina-do-gasometro.html' title='Arte cibernética na Usina do Gasômetro'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7w_RHqL0B9s/TcMBYqlIZNI/AAAAAAAAD_o/1hmPCni8bbE/s72-c/Alice%2B-%2BLes%2BPissenlits%2B-%2BEdmond%2BCouchot%2Be%2BMichel%2BBret%2B-%2B2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-409456225979446345</id><published>2010-10-03T18:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:13:01.521-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fundação Iberê Camargo'/><title type='text'>"Os meandros da memória"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/TKjxJkrPbfI/AAAAAAAAD9U/HjgY-rkmC-0/s1600/Ibere_TudoTeEFalsoEInutil_medio_29k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/TKjxJkrPbfI/AAAAAAAAD9U/HjgY-rkmC-0/s400/Ibere_TudoTeEFalsoEInutil_medio_29k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523930089736072690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito interessante mesmo a apresentação feita pelo curador Jacques  Leenhardt para "Os meandros da memória" ontem na Fundação Iberê  Camargo aos professores convidados pela Ação Educativa... Algumas questões colocadas por ele exigem um certo tempo de  reflexão. Uma leitura muito produtiva da obra de Iberê Camargo. Fiquei também com muita vontade de voltar à exposição. Ótimo que ela ficará até 3 de abril de 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-409456225979446345?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/409456225979446345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=409456225979446345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/409456225979446345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/409456225979446345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2010/10/os-meandros-da-memoria.html' title='&quot;Os meandros da memória&quot;'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/TKjxJkrPbfI/AAAAAAAAD9U/HjgY-rkmC-0/s72-c/Ibere_TudoTeEFalsoEInutil_medio_29k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-1084725376205596299</id><published>2010-09-11T16:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T16:52:32.073-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARGS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guignard'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/TIvdMSgOr_I/AAAAAAAAD8I/lUJbc34b_uE/s1600/Guignard_38k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515745371840491506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/TIvdMSgOr_I/AAAAAAAAD8I/lUJbc34b_uE/s400/Guignard_38k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noite de São João (1961), de Guignard. O clima esfumaçado é uma das marcas do artista que fugiu das regras modernistas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma alegre surpresa de sexta-feira a chegada do convite, via AMARGS, para a abertura da exposição &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guignard e o Oriente: China, Japão e Minas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Com curadoria do crítico Paulo Herkenhoff e de Priscila Freire, ex-diretora do Museu de Arte da Pampulha de Belo Horizonte a exposição fica no MARGS até início de novembro. Após ver a exposição &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um Mundo a Perder de Vista — Guignard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; na Fundação Iberê Camargo, acompanhada de excelentes palestras, fiquei mais curiosa sobre o trabalho de Guignard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-1084725376205596299?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/1084725376205596299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=1084725376205596299' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/1084725376205596299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/1084725376205596299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2010/09/noite-de-sao-joao-1961-de-guignard.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/TIvdMSgOr_I/AAAAAAAAD8I/lUJbc34b_uE/s72-c/Guignard_38k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-1569172537682099156</id><published>2010-01-18T00:43:00.025-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:30:19.600-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moda'/><title type='text'>Arte e moda, ótima combinação = boa leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1xv_pxyCdI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/EtiSe7rC6x8/s1600-h/os-vestuario-em-obras-de-arte-32-452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430338390039071186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1xv_pxyCdI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/EtiSe7rC6x8/s200/os-vestuario-em-obras-de-arte-32-452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Arte e moda encontram-se e se influenciam todo o tempo. Lançado no final do ano passado, &lt;b&gt;Roupa de artista: O vestuário na obra de arte &lt;/b&gt;É uma leitura interessante para quem gosta de moda e de arte. A autora é uma crítica, curadora e historiadora da arte Cacilda Teixeira da Costa, que, a partir de uma pesquisa que durou três anos, analisa como as roupas aparecem em pinturas e esculturas. Ela Aborda uma infinidade de obras de artistas do Renascimento aos dias atuais. A autora comenta que A importância do vestuário é cada vez maior. Segundo ela, jovens artistas continuam se apropriando do vestuário como metáfora ou forma de expressão e os Propõem Estilistas coleções inspiradas em obras de artistas. Os desfiles são cada vez mais performáticos. A apresentação do livro é assinada pelo crítico de arte Walter Zanini. Ele destaca a contribuição da autora ao relacionar estudos sobre artistas e sobre vestuário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1xoDQCabxI/AAAAAAAAC3w/kfct56Ypgks/s1600-h/goya_clothed_maja_200k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430329655755960082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1xoDQCabxI/AAAAAAAAC3w/kfct56Ypgks/s400/goya_clothed_maja_200k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maja vestida (1800-1805). Francisco de Goya (1746-1828) usou tecidos leves para valorizar o corpo feminino e, assim, mostrou como a roupa poderia também aguçar o erotismo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A autora lança mão de aspectos da história e da arte, da história social da moda, da estética e semiótica da suas análises em, ilustradas com muitos exemplos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Cita, por exemplo, Velázquez, um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;mestre na descrição pictórica dos trajes da corte, e, no século XIX, o realismo descritivo chegou, talvez na obra de Ingres, ao seu mais alto grau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1xn6OpyDzI/AAAAAAAAC3o/OpMBlcayvGQ/s1600-h/ingres_foucauld_seated_124k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430329500765392690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1xn6OpyDzI/AAAAAAAAC3o/OpMBlcayvGQ/s400/ingres_foucauld_seated_124k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madame Moitessier (1856). O vestido de seda estampada recebe do pintor francês Jean Dominique Ingres (1780-1867) o mesmo cuidado dedicado ao rosto da retratada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Um rompimento Logo após ocorre, quando Degas deixa de lado a representação e utiliza o próprio vestuário como parte integrante da obra de arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1xqrqBpNDI/AAAAAAAAC4I/TyIih3ln4_k/s1600-h/Degas_Bailarina_41k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430332548950078514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1xqrqBpNDI/AAAAAAAAC4I/TyIih3ln4_k/s400/Degas_Bailarina_41k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pequena Bailarina de Quatorze Anos, de 1880, de Edgar Degas, vestuário com o bronze, 99 centímetros excluindo uma base de madeira. Desde 1951, o MASP, em São Paulo, possui uma das cópias fundidas em bronze após a morte do artista. O original em cera dessa obra, apresentado na VI Exposição Impressionista, de 1881, foi a única escultura de Degas exposta em vida. Um modelo desse trabalho foi Maria Van Goethem, aluna da ópera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Por volta de 1770 Surgiram, como primeiras publicações sobre moda, como &lt;strong&gt;La Galerie des Modes&lt;/strong&gt;, Criada entre 1778 e 1787. No início, como revistas reproduziam as roupas usadas pelos mais elegantes da época. Em seguida, passaram um Apresentar modelos e informações sobre tendências em voga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Uma das obras citadas no livro é uma tela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Negras livres vivendo de suas atividades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, De Jean-Baptiste Debret, que traz uma Visão do artista sobre as roupas utilizadas pelos escravos alforriados no Brasil de 1835.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1PR1SR32BI/AAAAAAAACtY/b-_5-auSpAA/s1600-h/Debret_1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 321px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427912689281652754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1PR1SR32BI/AAAAAAAACtY/b-_5-auSpAA/s400/Debret_1835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para o casamento da princesa, o artista vestiu uma Corte Espanhola de prata e preto estendendo, como roupas o jogo de claro-escuro explorado em obras suas. Em junho de 1660, coube ao pintor, contratado da Corte de Felipe IV, uma organização do casamento da princesa Maria Teresa com o rei da França, Luís XIV. Na época, havia uma Introduzido em Espanha um período de Declínio e não podia deixar transparecer uma situação, Sob o risco de ver cancelada uma conveniente aliança. Velázquez sabia que os franceses compareceriam à Cerimônia ostentando Luxo, principalmente tons de vermelho, uma realeza da então cor. O artista Tratou de vestir os nobres espanhóis de Preto e investiu em tons prateados para as rendas e jóias. Deu certo, Luís XIV e seus pares não só se impressionaram com o efeito poderoso das roupas dos vizinhos como ficaram completamente ofuscados por sua ousadia. Velázquez morreu dois meses depois do casamento, e há quem diga que foi de exaustão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1sbxe_J-cI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/VIwvd66YwfM/s1600-h/Velazquez_Infanta_Margarita_1659_50k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 331px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429964312670763458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1sbxe_J-cI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/VIwvd66YwfM/s400/Velazquez_Infanta_Margarita_1659_50k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A infanta Margarita (1659), Diego Velázquez (1599-1660).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilie Flöge&lt;/strong&gt;, Feito pelo austríaco Gustav Klimt (1862-1918) em 1902. O artista criava muitas estilista COM UM das Emilie Flöge Túnicas com motivos geométricos e brilhantes que seriam depois usadas por suas modelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1xppINRcuI/AAAAAAAAC4A/8MCtkG21oGY/s1600-h/klimt_PortraitEmilieFloge_80k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430331406000681698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1xppINRcuI/AAAAAAAAC4A/8MCtkG21oGY/s400/klimt_PortraitEmilieFloge_80k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-1569172537682099156?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/1569172537682099156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=1569172537682099156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/1569172537682099156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/1569172537682099156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2010/01/arte-e-moda-otima-combinacao-boas.html' title='Arte e moda, ótima combinação = boa leitura'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S1xv_pxyCdI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/EtiSe7rC6x8/s72-c/os-vestuario-em-obras-de-arte-32-452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-9100525191955520643</id><published>2010-01-14T17:16:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:06:07.122-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>2010: Recomeços</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S09ttxM8ZJI/AAAAAAAACpY/KeQCYYEuVj0/s1600-h/VanGogh_Girassois.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426676709073904786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S09ttxM8ZJI/AAAAAAAACpY/KeQCYYEuVj0/s400/VanGogh_Girassois.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um novo ano e, enfim, repetem-se todas as intenções e algumas autopromessas feitas em outros anos... Então, em 2010, finalmente nada disso. Com pouco tempo mesmo para me dedicar ao blog, vou assumir que vou escrever quando puder. Afinal, se o tempo precisa ser dividido entre tantas atividades interessantes, antes de escrever sobre a vida, vamos a ela... Vivê-la da forma mais intensa possível. Gastar mais tempo desfrutando exposições de arte, bons livros, bons filmes, bons amigos, pôr-do-sol, descobertas, do que em frente ao computador. Um blog como folha ao vento, ou garrafa ao mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S09wJFQcZMI/AAAAAAAACpg/FyCVF9gxF9k/s1600-h/AVidaSecretaDeUmaObraPrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426679377337017538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S09wJFQcZMI/AAAAAAAACpg/FyCVF9gxF9k/s400/AVidaSecretaDeUmaObraPrima.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reservando tempo ao que vale o tempo, 2010 trouxe bons momentos assistindo a um DVD presenteado por amigos queridos. Da Paula e do Roberto, ganhei este DVD recém-lançado "A vida secreta de uma obra-prima", produzido pela BBC. São três DVDS. Cada um com 150min, uma programação e tanto para as férias, pois exige bastante tempo. O primeiro deles, "Pós-Impressionismo", assisti com voracidade, aquela de quem ganha um brinquedo novo mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;As obras comentadas são "O Baile no Moinho de La Galette", de Auguste Renoir; "Os Girassóis", de Vincent Van Gogh; e "Um domingo a tarde na Ilha da Grande Jatte", de Georges Seurat. As opções rendem-se ao conhecido, ao quase "pop" e ao ainda cultivado fetiche da ideia da obra-prima. Porém, com qualidade visual, pesquisa interessante, informações históricas mescladas ao mundo real, dos museus, dos marchands, dos leilões, das galerias, dos colecionadores, a abordagem ganha interesse, como uma reportagem de revista bem escrita.&lt;br /&gt;O DVD vale todos os minutos, os 150 minutos... E vale reservar tempo para os outros dois, que agendei, sem dúvida. "A vida secreta de uma obra-prima" também pode ilustrar aulas de história da arte, por sua dinâmica e informações variadas...&lt;br /&gt;Das três primeiras obras abordadas, sempre me chama a atenção a de Van Gogh. E lembrei de outro filme que vale a pena ver e rever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S091yqOg4DI/AAAAAAAACpo/VODjtwV7Cag/s1600-h/sede-de-viver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426685589193809970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S091yqOg4DI/AAAAAAAACpo/VODjtwV7Cag/s400/sede-de-viver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Sede de viver", com Kirk Douglas, um clássico de 1956. Muito comentado na época, o filme popularizou a figura de Van Gogh. É uma das ótimas opções de filmes biográficos de artistas disponível em DVD. Outros desses filmes, como é o caso de "Basquiat - Traços de uma vida" e "Goya", foram reproduzidos apenas em VHS. Bem, pior ainda é o que ocorreu com "Klimt", que chegou a ser exibido pela TVA e nem em VHS foi reproduzido...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-9100525191955520643?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/9100525191955520643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=9100525191955520643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/9100525191955520643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/9100525191955520643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-recomecos.html' title='2010: Recomeços'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/S09ttxM8ZJI/AAAAAAAACpY/KeQCYYEuVj0/s72-c/VanGogh_Girassois.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-7956474899884250050</id><published>2009-10-22T20:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:54:08.964-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bienal do Mercosul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cildo Meireles'/><title type='text'>E ainda sobre Cildo Meireles...</title><content type='html'>Relendo textos sobre a produção de Cildo Meireles, chamou-me a atenção a ênfase dada a discussão sobre o espaço nas obras do artista.&lt;br /&gt;No bate-papo com o artista, durante a programação Pré-Bienal no Santander Cultural, Cildo afirmou que o &lt;strong&gt;tempo&lt;/strong&gt; é a grande matéria de sua obra, e que, talvez, a única questão que realmente exista seja o tempo, como o que constitui ou descontitui todo o resto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-7956474899884250050?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/7956474899884250050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=7956474899884250050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/7956474899884250050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/7956474899884250050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-ainda-sobre-cildo-meireles.html' title='E ainda sobre Cildo Meireles...'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-7711268509364452442</id><published>2009-10-04T15:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:31:25.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cildo Meireles e a contagem regressiva para a Bienal do Mercosul</title><content type='html'>Quem foi conferir o encontro com Cildo Meireles ontem no Santander Cultural, pôde ter a sensação de que, realmente, valeu a pena. A ideia, desenvolvida pelo artista, de que a obra de arte precisa "sequestrar" o espectador para fora do tempo e do lugar em que ele está e capturá-lo para o tempo da obra é um fio maravilhoso para desenrolar milhares de pensamentos. Essa ideia de sequestro é colocada por ele também no documentário. Esse rapto, essa "pegada", sobre nós, produzidos por certas obras, podem ser um caminho para compreender o "encantamento" que possibilitam.&lt;br /&gt;Gostei também do comentário feito pelo artista sobre seu afastamento da arte conceitual em busca de algo com menos "verborragia", com um envolvimento de outro tipo. A arte tem um tempo diferente da palavra, com outras possibilidades sensíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, é esperar a Bienal do Mercosul, cuja abertura acontece em breve.&lt;br /&gt;A Feira do Livro também já se anunciava ontem para quem esteve no centro da cidade, ainda um lugar poético...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-7711268509364452442?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/7711268509364452442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=7711268509364452442' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/7711268509364452442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/7711268509364452442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2009/10/cildo-meireles-e-contagem-regressiva.html' title='Cildo Meireles e a contagem regressiva para a Bienal do Mercosul'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-6600791169160635930</id><published>2009-09-03T14:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:30:42.133-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primavera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bienal do Mercosul'/><title type='text'>Primavera, bienal e Cildo Meireles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SqACNMIcOvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/EuaMZ7qqt8c/s1600-h/Cildo_DesvioParaoVermelho02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SqACNMIcOvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/EuaMZ7qqt8c/s400/Cildo_DesvioParaoVermelho02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377300380698557170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desvio para o vermelho, de Cildo Meireles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os ipês floridos, tingindo de amarelo, rosa e lilás, a cidade, sem dúvida já é primavera em Porto Alegre, e tudo convida a sair de casa... A programação pré-Bienal do Mercosul é quase uma intimação para explorar a cidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quem, como eu, não teve a oportunidade de ver o documentário sobre &lt;strong&gt;Cildo Meireles &lt;/strong&gt;no Festival de Gramado vai poder assisti-lo no Santander Cultural no dia 3 de outubro, às 15 horas e às 17 horas. E, além do filme, terá a oportunidade de participar de uma conversa com o artista e com o diretor Gustavo Moura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-6600791169160635930?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/6600791169160635930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=6600791169160635930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6600791169160635930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6600791169160635930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2009/09/primavera-bienal-e-cildo-meirelles.html' title='Primavera, bienal e Cildo Meireles'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SqACNMIcOvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/EuaMZ7qqt8c/s72-c/Cildo_DesvioParaoVermelho02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-7483665239110394200</id><published>2009-05-02T03:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T03:13:01.597-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polêmicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chanel'/><title type='text'>Chanel: em breve nos cinemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Sfviohc7qnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rq80IlVZzGk/s1600-h/Chanel_fumando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Sfviohc7qnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rq80IlVZzGk/s400/Chanel_fumando.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331103769725479538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou ansiosa para ver o filme sobre Chanel. É fantástico descobrir que ela, praticamente, inventou a "mulher moderna". Calças compridas, cabelos curtos, bijouterias, tudo foi incorporado ao repertório feminino por Chanel. Genial e contraditória, dizem que desfrutou da amizade de Pablo Picasso entre outros gênios de sua época... e que espetava com os alfinetes suas modelos quando não estava bem-humorada.&lt;br /&gt;O cartaz do filme, que reproduz a estilista fumando, já causa polêmica na França. Hummm!!! Será que as fotos de Winston Churchill ou Fidel com seus charutos também serão censuradas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-7483665239110394200?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/7483665239110394200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=7483665239110394200' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/7483665239110394200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/7483665239110394200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2009/05/chanel-em-breve-nos-cinemas.html' title='Chanel: em breve nos cinemas'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Sfviohc7qnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rq80IlVZzGk/s72-c/Chanel_fumando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-3223919334229221066</id><published>2009-04-25T14:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:22:18.817-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santander Cultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte Contemporânea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ano França no Brasil'/><title type='text'>Reflexio: Imagem Contemporânea na França</title><content type='html'>"Será que a arte fotográfica está no coração da arte contemporânea, ou é até o próprio coração?" A indagação, presente na apresentação que o Santander Cultural faz para a mostra "Reflexio: A imagem contemporânea na França", é um convite irrecusável ao olhar e ao pensamento. Para refletir, pensar, sobre algo é sempre necessário que se parta de uma questão, uma provocação, feita pela mostra desde o seu título.&lt;br /&gt;Como explica Ligia Canongia, curadora da exposição, "reflexio" é a origem etimológica latina de dois termos utilizados em nossa língua: reflexo e reflexão. Seu significado abarca tanto "a mudança de direção de ondas luminosas" - o que nos remete à própria fotografia e sua gênese mecânica - quanto "trabalho de pensamento de um sujeito" - o que nos reporta à reflexão, como ato de pensar.&lt;br /&gt;De abril a agosto, o convite está feito. Pela primeira vez, obras de Catherine Rebois, Eric Rondepierre, Jean-Luc Moulène, Patrick Tosani, Suzanne Lafont e Valérie Jouve, artistas franceses consagrados no circuito internacional, estarão reunidas bem próximo a nós, para reflexão.&lt;br /&gt;O olhar crítico de Ligia Canongia nos propõe uma investigação do papel da imagem e discute a inserção da fotografia como uma das mídias mais exploradas na produção contemporânea. Um convite, repito, que não podemos recusar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-3223919334229221066?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/3223919334229221066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=3223919334229221066' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/3223919334229221066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/3223919334229221066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2009/04/reflexio-imagem-contemporanea-na-franca.html' title='Reflexio: Imagem Contemporânea na França'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-6373009351872183848</id><published>2009-04-12T12:28:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:48:14.258-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chalé da Praça XV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Centro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porto Alegre'/><title type='text'>O Chalé da Praça XV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SeILFrVSU8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/1O_DT9sgSbU/s1600-h/270px-Chal%C3%A9_da_Pra%C3%A7a_XV_-_Porto_Alegre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SeILFrVSU8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/1O_DT9sgSbU/s400/270px-Chal%C3%A9_da_Pra%C3%A7a_XV_-_Porto_Alegre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323829901664605122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma cidade é muito mais do que simples território geográfico. A cidade em que nascemos, ou aquela em que passamos algum tempo, espalhando memórias, beijos, abraços, afetos, em diversos lugares, ocupa um espaço especial. É um território de sonhos, poemas, lembranças. Dentro de minha cidade especial, mais que um ponto no mapa, o Chalé da Praça da XV é uma referência sempre presente. Espaço histórico de poetas, jornalistas, escritores, boêmios, participa de uma rede de memórias.&lt;br /&gt;Amo Porto Alegre, minha cidade, enfim... E o Centro de Porto Alegre, percorrido milhares, milhões, de vezes, ganhava tranquilidade ao nos sentarmos no Chalé ao final da tarde... Dividi mesas com amigos caríssimos, tive muitas lições de vida, dias muito alegres e outros nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Todo afeto exige cuidado, e, ontem, apenas a excelente companhia e a conversa maravilhosa, salvaram-me de me decepcionar de vez com uma de minhas tão caras referências... Porto Alegre merece cuidado, como todo o afeto, como tudo o que elegemos como especial. Este cuidado com a cidade parece estar em falta.&lt;br /&gt;Penso que vou ficar apenas com o Chalé da Praça XV de minha memória, pois, da forma como está o local, sem a limpeza e a conservação adequadas, infelizmente não vale a pena voltar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-6373009351872183848?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/6373009351872183848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=6373009351872183848' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6373009351872183848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6373009351872183848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-chale-da-praca-xv.html' title='O Chalé da Praça XV'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SeILFrVSU8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/1O_DT9sgSbU/s72-c/270px-Chal%C3%A9_da_Pra%C3%A7a_XV_-_Porto_Alegre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-5442011516355460033</id><published>2009-03-21T01:55:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T02:06:44.366-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte Contemporânea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jorge Macchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fundação Iberê Camargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estética'/><title type='text'>Jorge Macchi - Fundação Iberê Camargo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/ScRzlwffsZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/4siThszEoaw/s1600-h/Macchi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/ScRzlwffsZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/4siThszEoaw/s400/Macchi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315500552713384338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em palestra, de agradável tom informal, nesta quinta-feira, o artista argentino Jorge Macchi apresentou diversas fases de seu trabalho nos últimos anos, participando de importantes exposições internacionais. Macchi comentou a relevância da exposição realizada no Santander Cultural para um maior conhecimento de seu nome, afirmando ter encontrado em Porto Alegre uma recepção especial para suas obras. O artista comentou, entretanto, estranhar quando alguns críticos o classificam como "neo-conceitual". Macchi disse que, para que isso fosse verdadeiro, seria necessário que antes da criação de um desenho ou uma obra, fosse pensada uma "idéia". Ele explicou que, em seu trabalho, o que surge em sua mente é uma "imagem". O pensar sobre essa imagem vez a posteriori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-5442011516355460033?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/5442011516355460033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=5442011516355460033' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5442011516355460033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5442011516355460033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2009/03/jorge-macchi-fundacao-ibere-camargo.html' title='Jorge Macchi - Fundação Iberê Camargo'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/ScRzlwffsZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/4siThszEoaw/s72-c/Macchi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-5970489319259688027</id><published>2009-03-19T21:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:32:38.574-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iberê Camargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fundação Iberê Camargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História da Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estética'/><title type='text'>Iberê Camargo: Um ensaio visual (2)</title><content type='html'>A exposição tem curadoria de Maria José Herrera, chefe do departamento de pesquisa e curadoria do Museo Nacional de Belas Artes (MNBA) e presidente da Associação Argentina de Críticos de Arte AACA-AICA. É a primeira curadoria internacional apresentada na Fundação.&lt;br /&gt;Crítica e curadora, ela é responsável pelo roteiro curatorial das coleções de arte argentina e pré-colombiana da MNBA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-5970489319259688027?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/5970489319259688027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=5970489319259688027' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5970489319259688027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5970489319259688027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2009/03/ibere-camargo-um-ensaio-visual-2.html' title='Iberê Camargo: Um ensaio visual (2)'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-427177884479677878</id><published>2009-03-19T21:10:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:20:49.450-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iberê Camargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fundação Iberê Camargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História da Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estética'/><title type='text'>Iberê Camargo: Um ensaio visual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/ScLfgVABI3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/XT9-cDK3Gq0/s1600-h/Ibere_Camargo_Paisagem_1942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/ScLfgVABI3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/XT9-cDK3Gq0/s400/Ibere_Camargo_Paisagem_1942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315056256736633714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando abrir amanhã, dia 21 de março, às 11h30min, a exposição "Iberê Camargo: Um ensaio visual", na Fundação Iberê Camargo, vai possibilitar uma divulgação maior das paisagens pintadas pelo artista, que, na mostra, estão acompanhadas de desenhos e esboços.&lt;br /&gt;Em algumas das obras, realizadas entre os anos 1940 e 1942, é visível a influência de Guignard, com quem Iberê Camargo estudou.&lt;br /&gt;Este óleo sobre tela colado sobre cartão, sem título, com 30,5 x 40,5cm, é uma das paisagens expostas, e é identificada como Jaguari, 1942.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-427177884479677878?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/427177884479677878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=427177884479677878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/427177884479677878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/427177884479677878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2009/03/ibere-camargo-um-ensaio-visual.html' title='Iberê Camargo: Um ensaio visual'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/ScLfgVABI3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/XT9-cDK3Gq0/s72-c/Ibere_Camargo_Paisagem_1942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-5771077941762310872</id><published>2009-02-22T13:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:35:44.566-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murakami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte Contemporânea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História da Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estética'/><title type='text'>Entrevista com Murakami</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Sbz16LTJluI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ytiVn1CLHR4/s1600-h/Murakami_moca_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Sbz16LTJluI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ytiVn1CLHR4/s400/Murakami_moca_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313392040204670690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?mkt=pt-BR&amp;amp;vid=232a5e31-ccb8-40ae-ae85-25f34ed6b87f"&gt;http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?mkt=pt-BR&amp;amp;vid=232a5e31-ccb8-40ae-ae85-25f34ed6b87f&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-5771077941762310872?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/5771077941762310872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=5771077941762310872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5771077941762310872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5771077941762310872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2009/02/entrevista-com-murakami.html' title='Entrevista com Murakami'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Sbz16LTJluI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ytiVn1CLHR4/s72-c/Murakami_moca_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-7262083905589631736</id><published>2009-02-22T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:33:21.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Murakami</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KaE9VPY1xXk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-7262083905589631736?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/7262083905589631736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=7262083905589631736' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/7262083905589631736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/7262083905589631736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2009/02/murakami.html' title='Murakami'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-1740580481883059369</id><published>2008-11-16T19:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:38:31.448-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Popular Brasileira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novos Baianos'/><title type='text'>Discoteca Básica: Não pode faltar "Acabou Chorare"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SSCStAligiI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sX_JPIeFuAw/s1600-h/acabou-chorare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SSCStAligiI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sX_JPIeFuAw/s400/acabou-chorare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269372865972699682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Acabou Chorare", Novos Baianos, 1972, foi uma injeção de irreverência no samba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-1740580481883059369?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/1740580481883059369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=1740580481883059369' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/1740580481883059369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/1740580481883059369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/11/discoteca-bsica-no-pode-faltar-acabou.html' title='Discoteca Básica: Não pode faltar &quot;Acabou Chorare&quot;'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SSCStAligiI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sX_JPIeFuAw/s72-c/acabou-chorare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-6318725803587218476</id><published>2008-11-16T19:30:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:34:55.186-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tropicália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Popular Brasileira'/><title type='text'>Discoteca Básica: Não pode faltar "Tropicália ou Panis et Circenses" (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SSCR4ml8vuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_8AqnC2HyAA/s1600-h/lindoneia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SSCR4ml8vuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_8AqnC2HyAA/s400/lindoneia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269371965641899746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É classico também lembrar a obra de Rubens Gershmann, A Bela Lindonéia, ou Gioconda de Subúrbio, de 1966, que deu origem, após, ao bolero de Caetano e Gil, interpretado por Nara Leão no disco "Tropicália - Panis et Circenses". Diálogo entre artes, prática fértil dos anos 60, hoje desaparecida. A tela é enigmática, em sua beleza suburbana. A canção a leu como comentário à ditadura militar, com a vigilância policial ostensiva e desaparecidos políticos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-6318725803587218476?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/6318725803587218476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=6318725803587218476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6318725803587218476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6318725803587218476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/11/discoteca-bsica-no-pode-faltar_16.html' title='Discoteca Básica: Não pode faltar &quot;Tropicália ou Panis et Circenses&quot; (2)'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SSCR4ml8vuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_8AqnC2HyAA/s72-c/lindoneia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-6915239085614902554</id><published>2008-11-16T19:27:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:34:28.170-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tropicália'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Popular Brasileira'/><title type='text'>Discoteca Básica: Não pode faltar "Tropicália ou Panis et Circenses"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SSCQ3EZVPbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GAG9gjvTMjE/s1600-h/panis-et-circenses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269370839770676658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SSCQ3EZVPbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GAG9gjvTMjE/s400/panis-et-circenses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravado em 1968, o disco-manifesto do movimento liderado por Caetano Veloso e Gilberto Gil faz parte do vocabulário musical básico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-6915239085614902554?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/6915239085614902554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=6915239085614902554' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6915239085614902554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6915239085614902554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/11/disocoteca-bsica-no-pode-faltar.html' title='Discoteca Básica: Não pode faltar &quot;Tropicália ou Panis et Circenses&quot;'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SSCQ3EZVPbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GAG9gjvTMjE/s72-c/panis-et-circenses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-5461356666358792075</id><published>2008-11-16T19:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:27:25.265-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossa Nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Popular Brasileira'/><title type='text'>Discoteca Básica: Não pode faltar "Chega de Saudade"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SSCP6uIoxjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Sue-xLjR0r4/s1600-h/ChegaDeSaudade01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SSCP6uIoxjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Sue-xLjR0r4/s400/ChegaDeSaudade01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269369803002922546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chega de Saudade", o trabalho fundador da Bossa Nova, faz parte do consenso sobre a discoteca básica. Gravado em 1959, com João Gilberto, é ainda inspirador.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-5461356666358792075?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/5461356666358792075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=5461356666358792075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5461356666358792075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5461356666358792075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/11/discoteca-bsica-no-pode-faltar-chega-de.html' title='Discoteca Básica: Não pode faltar &quot;Chega de Saudade&quot;'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SSCP6uIoxjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Sue-xLjR0r4/s72-c/ChegaDeSaudade01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-3336932551582278941</id><published>2008-11-16T18:59:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:23:52.040-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Popular Brasileira'/><title type='text'>Discoteca Básica: Não pode faltar</title><content type='html'>Para alguns o tema pode ser polêmico, mas há um consenso sobre alguns "clássicos" da Música Popular Brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;Lançado recentemente pela Paz e Terra, "300 Discos Importantes da Música Brasileira", organizado pelo baterista dos Titãs, Charles Gavin, reúne sinopses, capas e fotos inéditas de 300 discos lançados entre 1929 e 2007 e escolhidos pelos críticos Tárik de Souza, Arthur Dapieve e Carlos Calado, além do próprio Gavin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-3336932551582278941?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/3336932551582278941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=3336932551582278941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/3336932551582278941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/3336932551582278941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/11/discoteca-bsica-no-pode-faltar.html' title='Discoteca Básica: Não pode faltar'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-3339483913746077881</id><published>2008-10-14T20:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:57:45.328-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus é boca IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SPUx6zrPdAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YhFM3qHluBg/s1600-h/PerformanceVideoDeus_e_Boca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SPUx6zrPdAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YhFM3qHluBg/s400/PerformanceVideoDeus_e_Boca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257163026398671874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-3339483913746077881?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/3339483913746077881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=3339483913746077881' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/3339483913746077881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/3339483913746077881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/10/deus-boca-iv.html' title='Deus é boca IV'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SPUx6zrPdAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YhFM3qHluBg/s72-c/PerformanceVideoDeus_e_Boca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-6074608158510389200</id><published>2008-10-14T20:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:31:29.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus é boca III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SPUru3Rj-nI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eZEr7o4ptuI/s1600-h/PerformanceVideoINSTALAcaoDEUSeBocaMAUR%C3%8DCIODIAS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SPUru3Rj-nI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eZEr7o4ptuI/s400/PerformanceVideoINSTALAcaoDEUSeBocaMAUR%C3%8DCIODIAS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257156224136510066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-6074608158510389200?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/6074608158510389200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=6074608158510389200' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6074608158510389200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6074608158510389200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/10/deus-boca-iii.html' title='Deus é boca III'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SPUru3Rj-nI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eZEr7o4ptuI/s72-c/PerformanceVideoINSTALAcaoDEUSeBocaMAUR%C3%8DCIODIAS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-142214155888371813</id><published>2008-09-16T13:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:34:25.198-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus é boca II</title><content type='html'>A idéia de que, conforme rezam as escrituras, no início de tudo era "o verbo", a palavra como fonte criadora e origem de tudo,  marcou minha fruição  dessa obra,  "Deus é Boca", que pude ver no Santander  Cultural, em  uma  edição da Bienal do Mercosul. Voltei várias vezes ao local...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-142214155888371813?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/142214155888371813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=142214155888371813' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/142214155888371813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/142214155888371813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/09/deus-boca-ii.html' title='Deus é boca II'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-8149833771415292026</id><published>2008-09-16T13:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:31:33.181-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte Contemporânea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bienal do Mercosul'/><title type='text'>Deus é boca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SM_fLy8ounI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hTAJlSWfT-M/s1600-h/Deus_e_Boca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SM_fLy8ounI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hTAJlSWfT-M/s400/Deus_e_Boca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246657484657572466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-8149833771415292026?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/8149833771415292026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=8149833771415292026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/8149833771415292026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/8149833771415292026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/09/deus-boca.html' title='Deus é boca...'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SM_fLy8ounI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hTAJlSWfT-M/s72-c/Deus_e_Boca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-6458102711243992380</id><published>2008-09-16T13:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:29:21.194-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte Contemporânea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bienais'/><title type='text'>Belas bienais...</title><content type='html'>Talvez exista um clima de mudança no ar, meio fruto da primavera que já está, de fato, no ar. É o que pode ajudar a compreender uma súbita necessidade de rever alguns momentos passados, principalmente exposições de arte interessantes, das quais restaram quaisquer vestígios, e ouvir músicas, reler uns livros e ver novamente alguns filmes. Sei lá!!! Belas bienais é uma coleção de alguns desses momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa instalação, "Deus é boca",  está no topo do meu ranking de obras de arte contemporâneas inesquecíveis e imprescíndiveis. Gostaria que ela tivesse ficado em algum espaço próximo, para que eu pudesse voltar lá e pensar mais um pouco... É parte da condição humana esse desejo de permanência, de alguma forma de posse, mas há que conformar-se e confrontar-se com os vestígios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-6458102711243992380?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/6458102711243992380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=6458102711243992380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6458102711243992380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6458102711243992380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/09/belas-bienais.html' title='Belas bienais...'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-2014211758291296009</id><published>2008-08-05T14:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:57:50.622-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grupo Quixote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Armando'/><title type='text'>Dos labirintos da memória, lembranças de Paulo Armando (2)</title><content type='html'>Antinomia do ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre o cacho que desabrocha&lt;br /&gt;Repentina flor.&lt;br /&gt;A mão no coldre se detém&lt;br /&gt;No laço do sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rocha purifica a água.&lt;br /&gt;E nasce a fonte&lt;br /&gt;O veio flébil que balança a folha&lt;br /&gt;O rio que embala o barco&lt;br /&gt;E vira luz&lt;br /&gt;O mar que leva longe&lt;br /&gt;E conta à praia&lt;br /&gt;O longe que ficou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nuvem traz a chuva&lt;br /&gt;A chuva traz a flor&lt;br /&gt;O vento leva e paralém renasce&lt;br /&gt;A nova flor&lt;br /&gt;O esperma adentra no canal, mucoso&lt;br /&gt;E vem o ser&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso e dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Paulo Armando)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-2014211758291296009?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/2014211758291296009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=2014211758291296009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/2014211758291296009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/2014211758291296009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/08/dos-labirintos-da-memria-lembranas-de_05.html' title='Dos labirintos da memória, lembranças de Paulo Armando (2)'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-5190086327531314777</id><published>2008-08-05T14:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:52:17.982-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grupo Quixote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Armando'/><title type='text'>Dos labirintos da memória, lembranças de Paulo Armando</title><content type='html'>OCASO (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esta altura não sei mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo quem seja eu.&lt;br /&gt;Gritei meu nome a noite inteira na janela&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me respondeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Paulo Armando)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-5190086327531314777?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/5190086327531314777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=5190086327531314777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5190086327531314777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5190086327531314777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/08/dos-labirintos-da-memria-lembranas-de.html' title='Dos labirintos da memória, lembranças de Paulo Armando'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-8619721727016344283</id><published>2008-05-27T13:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:44:11.486-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drummond'/><title type='text'>Os olhos do poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SDw5ZamErqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/M_-QmvSlV_E/s1600-h/drummond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SDw5ZamErqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/M_-QmvSlV_E/s400/drummond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205098378131975842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem desvenda a alma humana,&lt;br /&gt;precisa realmente de óculos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-8619721727016344283?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/8619721727016344283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=8619721727016344283' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/8619721727016344283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/8619721727016344283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/05/os-olhos-do-poeta.html' title='Os olhos do poeta'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SDw5ZamErqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/M_-QmvSlV_E/s72-c/drummond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-7972824311600362756</id><published>2008-04-18T17:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:55:15.128-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cibercultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaforms'/><title type='text'>Metaforms, Tim Coe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SAkJeUX2pxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/q44k54bWO78/s1600-h/Metaforms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SAkJeUX2pxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/q44k54bWO78/s400/Metaforms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190690461990692626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um segundo olhar e uma nova ida ao FILE, no Santander Cultural, surpreenderam-me com as possibilidades de reflexão provocadas por Metaforms, de Tim Coe, um artista inglês. Ao mesmo tempo em que produz uma reflexão sobre a individualidade, a particularidade, pode-se pensar em massificação, em dissolução do sujeito no todo...&lt;br /&gt;Ou, por uma outra via, fiquei pensando sobre aquele enunciado de Pascal, sobre o todo e as partes, que é retomado por Edgar Morin...&lt;br /&gt;Passeios de sábado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-7972824311600362756?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/7972824311600362756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=7972824311600362756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/7972824311600362756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/7972824311600362756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/04/metaforms-tim-coe.html' title='Metaforms, Tim Coe'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SAkJeUX2pxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/q44k54bWO78/s72-c/Metaforms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-8828992949734065012</id><published>2008-04-18T17:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:42:51.830-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cibercultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILE'/><title type='text'>Novos olhares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SAkGpkX2puI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Wu9f8SIgtBc/s1600-h/Metaforms_Abelhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SAkGpkX2puI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Wu9f8SIgtBc/s400/Metaforms_Abelhas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190687356729337570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-8828992949734065012?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/8828992949734065012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=8828992949734065012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/8828992949734065012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/8828992949734065012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/04/novos-olhares.html' title='Novos olhares'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SAkGpkX2puI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Wu9f8SIgtBc/s72-c/Metaforms_Abelhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-846209721091025860</id><published>2008-03-15T16:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:49:27.466-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Avator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILE'/><title type='text'>Ricardo Barreto e Maria Hsu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/R9woE3TE3pI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gH3xuEFTQpY/s1600-h/02a_080229_file_avator_bossa-cr%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/R9woE3TE3pI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gH3xuEFTQpY/s400/02a_080229_file_avator_bossa-cr%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178057735597776530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-846209721091025860?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/846209721091025860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=846209721091025860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/846209721091025860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/846209721091025860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/03/ricardo-barreto-e-maria-hsu.html' title='Ricardo Barreto e Maria Hsu'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/R9woE3TE3pI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gH3xuEFTQpY/s72-c/02a_080229_file_avator_bossa-cr%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-8036625391728886811</id><published>2008-02-10T18:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:13:00.687-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Praça XV</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;A Praça XV guarda tantas promessas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;guarda os sonhos da menina da rua,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;guarda os temores de João.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;A praça sabe de tudo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;E guarda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-8036625391728886811?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/8036625391728886811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=8036625391728886811' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/8036625391728886811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/8036625391728886811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/02/praa-xv.html' title='Praça XV'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-8822956968853155098</id><published>2008-02-10T18:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:08:28.910-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Paisagem para Van Gogh</title><content type='html'>Corre uma menina atrás de um gato.&lt;br /&gt;Chora a adolescente a noite que já se foi.&lt;br /&gt;Entre o vento nos cabelos&lt;br /&gt;e a beleza de trigais de puro sol&lt;br /&gt;passam parreirais nas janelas&lt;br /&gt;de trens já sem trilhos.&lt;br /&gt;Só o olho furta-cor do futuro&lt;br /&gt;poderá talvez encontrar o gato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-8822956968853155098?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/8822956968853155098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=8822956968853155098' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/8822956968853155098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/8822956968853155098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/02/paisagem-para-van-gogh.html' title='Paisagem para Van Gogh'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-942269931412958064</id><published>2008-02-03T11:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T11:33:00.424-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas perdidos em livros e gavetas II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;"&gt;A poesia do momento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;"&gt;ficou aqui.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tateando em meio ao branco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-942269931412958064?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/942269931412958064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=942269931412958064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/942269931412958064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/942269931412958064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/02/poemas-perdidos-em-livros-e-gavetas-ii.html' title='Poemas perdidos em livros e gavetas II'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-1136316401199545526</id><published>2008-02-02T00:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:22:44.871-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Poemas perdidos em livros e gavetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que faz arder o olho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e provoca a lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;é essa falta de sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;É essa falta de sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-1136316401199545526?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/1136316401199545526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=1136316401199545526' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/1136316401199545526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/1136316401199545526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2008/02/poemas-perdidos-em-livros-e-gavetas.html' title='Poemas perdidos em livros e gavetas'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-4048375533155771437</id><published>2007-11-03T16:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T16:18:29.004-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bienal do Mercosul'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Ryy7Ue8z6hI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v7QqXF1wOQE/s1600-h/gIMG_2836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128680036248054290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="235" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Ryy7Ue8z6hI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v7QqXF1wOQE/s400/gIMG_2836.jpg" width="392" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Ryy7OO8z6gI/AAAAAAAAAEg/EITfeJMU8Ow/s1600-h/GDscn1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Ryy7Iu8z6fI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hYllvtWiSEQ/s1600-h/GDscn1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-4048375533155771437?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/4048375533155771437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=4048375533155771437' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/4048375533155771437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/4048375533155771437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Ryy7Ue8z6hI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v7QqXF1wOQE/s72-c/gIMG_2836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-5944479185218760822</id><published>2007-09-30T13:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T16:15:49.059-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bienal do Mercosul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cildo Meireles'/><title type='text'>Do real, do imaginário, Cildo Meireles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Rv_IwLIq9jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LyoKCB4s9D4/s1600-h/CildoMeireles_Marulho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116028431664608818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Rv_IwLIq9jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LyoKCB4s9D4/s400/CildoMeireles_Marulho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por quanto mares naveguei nas páginas de incontáveis livros, tantos lugares conheci, com suas histórias, memórias, personagens, sorrisos, ruídos, cheiros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-5944479185218760822?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/5944479185218760822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=5944479185218760822' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5944479185218760822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5944479185218760822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-real-do-imaginrio-cildo-meireles.html' title='Do real, do imaginário, Cildo Meireles'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Rv_IwLIq9jI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LyoKCB4s9D4/s72-c/CildoMeireles_Marulho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-636224589233600219</id><published>2007-09-27T20:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T16:13:44.607-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bienal do Mercosul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cildo Meireles'/><title type='text'>Um mar de livros e murmúrios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Rvw68LIq9iI/AAAAAAAAADs/nW2n7qhTvIQ/s1600-h/CildoMeireles01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115028082241762850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Rvw68LIq9iI/AAAAAAAAADs/nW2n7qhTvIQ/s400/CildoMeireles01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E precisa dizer mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-636224589233600219?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/636224589233600219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=636224589233600219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/636224589233600219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/636224589233600219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2007/09/um-mar-de-revistas.html' title='Um mar de livros e murmúrios...'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Rvw68LIq9iI/AAAAAAAAADs/nW2n7qhTvIQ/s72-c/CildoMeireles01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-4918855665898076121</id><published>2007-09-27T20:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:20:41.298-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Marulho", mergulhando em Cildo Meireles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Rvw6f7Iq9hI/AAAAAAAAADk/_1pzLcVawds/s1600-h/cildo1cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115027596910458386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Rvw6f7Iq9hI/AAAAAAAAADk/_1pzLcVawds/s400/cildo1cs.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-4918855665898076121?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/4918855665898076121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=4918855665898076121' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/4918855665898076121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/4918855665898076121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2007/09/marulho-mergulhando-em-cildo-meireles.html' title='&quot;Marulho&quot;, mergulhando em Cildo Meireles'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Rvw6f7Iq9hI/AAAAAAAAADk/_1pzLcVawds/s72-c/cildo1cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-102912717290450697</id><published>2007-09-18T11:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:17:53.722-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Enigma Transparente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Ru_d-0A32sI/AAAAAAAAADc/oVzJjeEDoXM/s1600-h/JorgeMacchiOEnigmaTransparente.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111548173272734402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Ru_d-0A32sI/AAAAAAAAADc/oVzJjeEDoXM/s400/JorgeMacchiOEnigmaTransparente.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-102912717290450697?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/102912717290450697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=102912717290450697' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/102912717290450697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/102912717290450697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-enigma-transparente.html' title='O Enigma Transparente'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/Ru_d-0A32sI/AAAAAAAAADc/oVzJjeEDoXM/s72-c/JorgeMacchiOEnigmaTransparente.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-5642837112609545629</id><published>2007-09-18T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:14:18.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do banal e do sublime, ainda Macchi...</title><content type='html'>A transformação de uma mídia associada ao sensacionalismo e ao banal em suporte de arte, como é o caso do jornal diário e de suas páginas policiais, em algo "sublime", também é um viés interessante para refletir sobre Jorge Macchi. "Un charco de sangre" é um chavão utilizado nas páginas policiais, repetido, redundante, artifício dos meios de massa. Mas, em Macchi, a redundância ganha outros sentidos... Que ao mesmo tempo que transforma, denuncia o mesmo, a violência massificada, industrialmente padronizada nas páginas de jornais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-5642837112609545629?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/5642837112609545629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=5642837112609545629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5642837112609545629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/5642837112609545629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-banal-e-do-sublime-ainda-macchi.html' title='Do banal e do sublime, ainda Macchi...'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-560982026870012406</id><published>2007-09-15T11:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:40:00.631-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jorge Macchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bienal do Mercosul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artes'/><title type='text'>Artistas essenciais, Jorge Macchi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/RuvnX0A32lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rRIHEyxRtKk/s1600-h/MacchiAssasinanAUnAdolescente.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110432598467271250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="228" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/RuvnX0A32lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rRIHEyxRtKk/s400/MacchiAssasinanAUnAdolescente.JPG" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda Jorge Macchi... Diferente dos discursos rápidos, o que sempre encanta em um projeto artístico são os seus silêncios. Como lacunas, os silêncios nos interrogam. A contemplação pode nos devolver a possibilidade de investigar nossas indagações mais profundas sobre a condição humana, sobre nós mesmos... e esse tempo em que estamos vivendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-560982026870012406?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/560982026870012406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=560982026870012406' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/560982026870012406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/560982026870012406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2007/09/jorge-macchi.html' title='Artistas essenciais, Jorge Macchi'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/RuvnX0A32lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rRIHEyxRtKk/s72-c/MacchiAssasinanAUnAdolescente.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-6771784979950189742</id><published>2007-09-09T15:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:32:32.289-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/RuQ7UujskgI/AAAAAAAAABo/KIU5YrC_uX0/s1600-h/CharcoDeSangre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108273104626160130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/RuQ7UujskgI/AAAAAAAAABo/KIU5YrC_uX0/s400/CharcoDeSangre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Un charco de sangre", Jorge Macchi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vale a pena conhecer mais em: &lt;a href="http://www.jorgemacchi.com/cast/obra08.htm" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.jorgemacchi.com/cast/obra08.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E visitar no Santander Cultural.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ao mesmo tempo em que as rotinas do cotidiano formam uma trilha sonora repetitiva, creio que se reencantam quando transformadas em música, em pautas musicais...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jorgemacchi.com/cast/obra08.htm" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-6771784979950189742?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/6771784979950189742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=6771784979950189742' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6771784979950189742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/6771784979950189742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2007/09/un-charco-de-sangre-jorge-macchi.html' title=''/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/RuQ7UujskgI/AAAAAAAAABo/KIU5YrC_uX0/s72-c/CharcoDeSangre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-4817916348963303683</id><published>2007-09-09T13:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T13:36:36.119-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes essenciais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mephisto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Condição Humana'/><title type='text'>Da condição humana, "Mephisto"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/RuQcMejskfI/AAAAAAAAABg/gYZUbXy9-30/s1600-h/mephisto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108238878031778290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/RuQcMejskfI/AAAAAAAAABg/gYZUbXy9-30/s400/mephisto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/RuQcCujskeI/AAAAAAAAABY/C0iHTRjmYUE/s1600-h/mephisto.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feriados e acasos podem trazer descobertas ou (re) descobertas, como (re)ver um filme que assistimos com outros olhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perturbador. Vencedor do Oscar de melhor filme estrangeiro em 1981 e melhor roteiro no Festival de Cannes, o filme húngaro “Mephisto” faz refletir sobre a ambição que leva os seres humanos a trair amigos e convicções. E que trair é sempre trair-se... Nunca a alguém ou a algo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baseado no livro de Klaus Mann, o filme conta a história de um ambicioso ator provinciano que aspirava à fama, e ignorava a situação política do seu país. Deixando a província, alcança a popularidade com que sonhava e, ao aliar-se ao poder, perde a si mesmo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com a excelente interpretação de Klaus Maria Brandauer, “Mephisto” é um filme sobre a ambição cega e destrutiva pelo poder. É um daqueles momentos em que o cinema revela-se uma grande arte (sobrevivendo até mesmo a redução à pequena tela, em DVD). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um drama atemporal, uma reflexão sobre a condição humana e micro ou macropoderes, o dilema de Fausto é sempre atual...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A direção é de István Szabó, premiado mais de 60 vezes, entre Cannes, Locarno e Oberhausen. Também roteirista e ator, dirigiu “Sunshine”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1008850654863078237-4817916348963303683?l=alicelabirintos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/feeds/4817916348963303683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1008850654863078237&amp;postID=4817916348963303683' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/4817916348963303683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1008850654863078237/posts/default/4817916348963303683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicelabirintos.blogspot.com/2007/09/da-condio-humana-mephisto.html' title='Da condição humana, &quot;Mephisto&quot;'/><author><name>M. Alice Bragança</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16366891872798933572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/SrbKqQlbWAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Eqbn0sepR98/S220/Pensando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/RuQcMejskfI/AAAAAAAAABg/gYZUbXy9-30/s72-c/mephisto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1008850654863078237.post-8328204999490688225</id><published>2007-09-07T12:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T13:06:03.323-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte Interrogações Labirintos'/><title type='text'>Alice &amp; Labirintos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/RuF1QOjskaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ISEV4IdBRwc/s1600-h/AnuncioDaBienal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107492374061027746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LhPEN4d1TBc/RuF1QOjskaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ISEV4IdBRwc/s400/AnuncioDaBienal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mundo e a condição humana ainda estão por serem pensados... Essa idéia de interrogação permanente, de reencantamento e descoberta anima a confiança de que há muito por descobrir e uma motivação para seguir adiante, apesar de um certo mal-estar contemporâneo. Duas coisas se encontram neste mês de setembro, mais uma Bienal de Artes de Visuais do Mercosul, alterando e reencantando a cidade e a exploração do labirinto que é a web. 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