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Old 09-07-2008, 12:44 PM   #1 (permalink)
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Your visit to an art exhibition (some NSFW)

Cyn's thread asks about what's on at your local museum.

I wanted to share with you art exhibitions that are not necessarily in museums, but instead in small galleries, or even locations that are not your conventional exhibition space.

A week ago I went to an art show in a photography gallery (of which there are only two in Lisbon!). The show was by a Mexican photographer, Flor Garduņo.

I am not a great expert on photography but I do appreciate it and this was a nice show.

The imagery of Flor Garduņo's photographs reminds me very much of the Mexican culture, particularly the literature. There is something very, earthy, yet sensual about it, and that is translated in these works.

The show was called Mujeres Fantasticas. So of course women figure heavily in the work. The works are very carnal and down to earth. but there is something spiritual to them as well. The photographs celebrate the human body (particularly that of women) but also nature, and the inextricable link between them.

Here are some photos of works in the show (sorry for the quality, some I scanned from the show catalogue):















And here is a video of Flor talking about her work, shot in the gallery. There are more if you're interested - just follow the links in youtube. (It's in Spanish, sorry!)

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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.


Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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