part of my serie "sistema solar"/ "solar system" you can see now the complete serie at my portfolio or at my website. it is a serie in diiferent media, video, photo prints, and i hope it could be in the future a modest child story book for adults who dream. Thanks all of you for taking the time to visit, support an comment on this serie. i will add a little more notes as comments
What I love about this series that it is so sweet and child-like...and your dedications are lovely....in this series you have an eye for the simple and beautiful, the way a child might be...adults may find it hard to strip away all their prejudices and just enjoy this sweet series, it's hard to do because we're looking for labels to apply. That's the adult way :) But what you do here is purposeful and I think it was a great idea. Let the academics battle out some irrelevant artistic points. I like this series because it makes me feel good. :) d
some moons of this serie will be for the kids in this images and the people who take them Zosia Zija http://www.usefilm.com/image/121752.html Toini Blom http://www.usefilm.com/image/155722.html Shelby Koning http://www.usefilm.com/image/190389.html http://www.usefilm.com/image/123123.html Debra Griffin-Ibrahim http://www.usefilm.com/image/175020.html Cheryl Jacobs http://www.usefilm.com/image/169158.html Anabela Oliveira http://www.usefilm.com/image/157714.html Jorge Garcia http://www.usefilm.com/image/156621.html Syrie Kovitz http://www.usefilm.com/image/122880.html Josh Hayek http://www.usefilm.com/image/122917.html Pedro Libório http://www.usefilm.com/image/144650.html Mario Souza http://www.usefilm.com/image/178574.html Rui Palha http://www.usefilm.com/image/158790.html
i know that i forgot a lot of them so let's have the universe to share
This series is one of my favourite works from you. It always reminded me a poem by a chemistry/physics teacher and science historian, Prof. Rómulo de Carvalho, know in poetry as António Gedeão
Pedra Filosofal
Eles não sabem que o sonho é uma constante da vida tão concreta e definida como outra coisa qualquer, como esta pedra cinzenta em que me sento e descanso, como este ribeiro manso em serenos sobressaltos, como estes pinheiros altos que em verde e oiro se agitam, como estas aves que gritam em bebedeiras de azul.
eles não sabem que o sonho é vinho, é espuma, é fermento, bichinho álacre e sedento, de focinho pontiagudo, que fossa através de tudo num perpétuo movimento.
Eles não sabem que o sonho é tela, é cor, é pincel, base, fuste, capitel, arco em ogiva, vitral, pináculo de catedral, contraponto, sinfonia, máscara grega, magia, que é retorta de alquimista, mapa do mundo distante, rosa-dos-ventos, Infante, caravela quinhentista, que é cabo da Boa Esperança, ouro, canela, marfim, florete de espadachim, bastidor, passo de dança, Colombina e Arlequim, passarola voadora, pára-raios, locomotiva, barco de proa festiva, alto-forno, geradora, cisão do átomo, radar, ultra-som, televisão, desembarque em foguetão na superfície lunar.
Eles não sabem, nem sonham, que o sonho comanda a vida, que sempre que um homem sonha o mundo pula e avança como bola colorida entre as mãos de uma criança.
This obscure yellow baloon makes one imgine many many different thoughts.In Japan people draw the moon as yellow ball and believed a rabit lives in the moon.So at first my impression is the moon and someone in it visible.Apart from this I can say very nice movement from left to right here and beautiful colors as well.