Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Friday, August 15, 2014
feeling nostalgia for Paris
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Friday, August 9, 2013
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Traveling to the wild west
What a place! We are traveling to the southwest to see the Grand Canyon and many other interesting places.
The road is full of unexpected things like art in the middle of the desert.
Looking back
Time to stop and meditate about the grandiosity of this planet
and more contemplation
and more art
Friday, April 5, 2013
Monday, December 10, 2012
Friday, November 30, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
View from my Balcony: Space Shuttle
La vista desde mi balcon: Transbordador Espacial
El transbordador espacial sobrevolando Los Angeles.
El transbordador espacial sobrevolando Los Angeles.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Sunday, June 19, 2011
California Sky
Hw 58
Sonoma, CA
Hw 33 North of Ojai
Downtown San Francisco
Soda Lake
leaving Carrizo Plain
Road from Santa Margarita
Golden Gate
Los Cielos de California
From light blues to deep cerulean
From bleached grays to moonless night silver-gray
Desde azul claro hasta cerulian profundo
De gris blanquizco a plateado de noche sin luna
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Would You Like Some Tea?
Life is a little better with some tea and chocolate!
La vida parece un poquito mejor con té y chocolate!
... and when things didn't work out as expected ....
... y cuando las cosas no resultaron como se esperaba...
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Siren World
Please, click in the image to see it bigger.
Por favor, haz click en la imagen para ver detalles.
The last entry in my moleskine!
La mas reciente entrada en mi moleskine!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Captured Moments --Metropolitan Museum--
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The Metropolitan Museum of Art gives you the opportunity to take thousands of pictures, and I took them, but the ones that really capture my memories of the place are these two.
The first one was taken quickly without planning. I had almost bypassed the galleries when I saw the museum monitor standing parallel to the door's frame and in the back the bright pink of the lady's skirt provoked in me an impulsive desire to capture that moment for ever. I wanted to keep the details of the man's face, his peaceful way of looking around like the way that people look when they know more than everyone else, but they prefer to keep silent and let everybody discover their own truth. I wanted to remember his face, his posture, his slow movements, his venerable soul. And for some reason he seemed to fit perfectly well with the place.
Then in a fraction of a second my eyes went to meet the almost fuschia skirt that fascinated me. Its many folds seemed to accent the intensity of the color. And coincidentally the skirt lady was standing next to the painting with the almost same pink in it.
The two main subjects of the photo were so far from each other in every aspect and at the same time they perfectly fitted together in the frame. To many coincidences one memorable moment!
The second picture was more or less planned because I was looking for the right moment to take a picture. I was standing next to that delightful sculpture enjoying every detail of it, trying to find the perfect angle to capture its movement and its joyfulness when a lady appeared behind the sculpture imitating not just the posture of the sculpture, but its deep good spirit, if I could call it that way. Because for some strange reason I felt that that inanimate figure had something that transmitted some warmness to me. And I am sure that I wasn't the only one perceiving that because that sculpture seemed to catch more attention that the rest of the amazing pieces around.
Some say that an image is worth more that a thousand words. And probably they are right, but I just wanted to share with all of you the reasons why I took these images.
El Metropolitan Museum of Art te da la oportunidad de tomar cientos de fotos y las tomé todas. Pero las imágenes que realmente capturaron el recuerdo que tengo del museo fueron estas dos.
La primera foto fue tomada sin planearlo. Pasaba rápidamente por las galerías cuando vi al vigilante de la sala parado frente al marco de la entrada y en el fondo el rosa brillante de una falda me provoc&oscute; un impulso incontrolable de capturar ese momento. Quisé capturar los detalles del rostro del hombre, su pacifica forma de mirar alrededor sabi
éndose poseedor de gran conocimiento y sin embargo prefiere guardar silencio para que los otros descubran su propia verdad. Quería recordar su rostro, su postura, sus pausados movimientos, su venerable alma. Y por alguna extraña razón él parecía pertenecer a ese lugar de forma perfecta.
Después en un fragmento de segundo mis ojos encontraron esa falda casi fuchsia que me fascino. Los muchos pliegues de la falda parecían acentuar la intensidad de su color. Y coincidentemente la chica se detuvo precisamente junto a la pintura que contenía casi el mismo rosa.
Los dos principales personajes de la imagen tan lejanos uno del otro, no abstante parecen armonizar en el cuadro perfectamente.
Muchas coincidencias, un momento memorable.
La segunda imagen fue un poco planeada porque estaba buscando el momento exacto para tomar una foto. Me detuve frente a esta facinante escultura, disfrutando de cada uno de sus detalles, tratando de encontrar el encuadre perfecto para capturar su movimento y su vivacidad cuando una mujer apareció detras de la escultura, no solo imitando la postura de la pieza, pero su buen espiritu también, si es que se le puede llamar así. Porque por alguna extraña razón sentí que la inanimada figura trasmitía cierto tipo de calidez. Y creo que no fui la única en percibir esto porque muchas personas mostraban mucho más interes en esta escultura que en el resto de las increíbles piezas a su alrededor.
Algunos dicen que una imagen vale más que mil palabras y probablemente tiene toda la razón, pero solo quería compartir con todos ustedes las razones porque tomé esas fotos, lo que pensaba y sentía en esos momentos.
Friday, July 9, 2010
I Heart Picasso!
I never though that one day I would say this, but "I love Pablo Picasso."
Honestly, I used to think that most of Picasso's work was hideous, nonsensical, and egocentric.
In spite of that, the visit to the museums in New York changed my mind. The Metropolitan Museum of Art and MOMA have a couple of temporary exhibitions of Picasso's early work. And one by one Picasso's pieces made up my mind and my heart.
One by one and slowly his pieces showed me his talent, his progress as an artist, and his evolution as a human being.
One by one his paintings won my heart. Now, proudly I can say out loud -- I Heart Picasso!
Nunca pensé que algún día diría esto, pero "I love Pablo Picasso."
Honestamente, solía pensar que la mayoría del trabajo de este artista era horrible, sin sentido y egocentrista.
A pesar de eso, la visita a varios museos en NY cambió mi opinión. El Metropolitan Museum of Art y MOMA tienen un par de exibiciones temporales del trabajo temprano de Pablo Picasso que provocaron un cambio en mi mente y corazón.
Una por una y poco a poco sus piezas de arte me mostraron el talento de Picasso, su progreso como artista y su evolución como persona.
Una por una y poco a poco sus pinturas ganaron mi corazón. Y ahora orgullosamente puedo gritar que "I heart Picasso."
Monday, July 5, 2010
I heart NY
New York is monumental in every possible way. It is big, tall and deep.
New York seems to be a place full of contradictions that give to New Yorkers some adventure everyday. At the same time the city is rich and poor, it is cultivated and superficial, it is beautiful and frightful.
This city looks immense and unconquerable, despite the daily effort of every person to get a victory over the place.
Nueva York es monumental en toda forma posible. Esta ciudad es grande, alta y profunda.
Este lugar parece estar lleno de contradicciones y éstas a su vez brindan un poco de aventura a la vida de los neoyorkinos. Al mismo tiempo la ciudad es rica y pobre, es también cultivada y superficial, es hermosa y asustante.
Nueva York parece inmensa e inconquistable, a pesar de los diarios intentos de cada persona por obtener una victoria sobre la ciudad.
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