<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 19:18:20 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>ARTE MODERNA</title><description></description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-1519410076852585574</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 04:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-10T02:17:49.475-03:00</atom:updated><title>Galeria Prochownik</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SJ54NvJh6-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/DyskfxkPM-M/s1600-h/01Galeria+Prochownik+J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232751994441165794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SJ54NvJh6-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/DyskfxkPM-M/s400/01Galeria+Prochownik+J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SJ54Da18NRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nHypDwnhoWM/s1600-h/03Galeria+Prochownik+F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232751817191601426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SJ54Da18NRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nHypDwnhoWM/s400/03Galeria+Prochownik+F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SJ533qaFHgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8NtTgSMX0G0/s1600-h/04Galeria+Prochownik+G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232751615211281922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SJ533qaFHgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8NtTgSMX0G0/s400/04Galeria+Prochownik+G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232751238145169426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SJ53htug2BI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jGpAJJt3xmk/s400/03Galeria+Prochownik+D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agaleriadearteprochownik.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galeria PROCHOWNIK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SJ53V7ihiUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/o35274addXQ/s1600-h/02Galeria+Prochownik+H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232751035694549314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SJ53V7ihiUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/o35274addXQ/s400/02Galeria+Prochownik+H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rua Visconde de Pirajá &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82, ss. 114&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ipanema - RJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21749269-1519410076852585574?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2008/08/galeria-prochownik.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SJ54NvJh6-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/DyskfxkPM-M/s72-c/01Galeria+Prochownik+J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-3677912609863283148</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-14T18:23:04.766-03:00</atom:updated><title>SAPATOS &amp; ARTE</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPHylKeayI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_a7eaLZyy7w/s1600-h/SAPATOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189210867444378402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPHylKeayI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_a7eaLZyy7w/s400/SAPATOS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Únicos na concepção e na execução, os sapatos que saem da fantasia de um designer ou de um artista plástico, são verdadeiras obras de arte, ou melhor, autênticos sonhos que se tornam realidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPHqlKeaxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LA2UeL4rp6E/s1600-h/Andy+Warhol-Diamond-Dust-Shoes-1980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189210730005424914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPHqlKeaxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LA2UeL4rp6E/s400/Andy+Warhol-Diamond-Dust-Shoes-1980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;O artista pop americano Andy Warhorl começou a vida profissional como designer de sapatos, e, mais tarde, trouxe essas informações visuais para o seu trabalho artístico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Essa obra faz parte da série “Diamond Dust Shoes”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPHjVKeawI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KDDp8pULJC0/s1600-h/Sapato+Punk-Yves+Saint+Laurent1985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189210605451373314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPHjVKeawI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KDDp8pULJC0/s400/Sapato+Punk-Yves+Saint+Laurent1985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O estilo punk da década de 80 passou de uma afirmação política a fetiche da alta-moda neste sapato de Yves Saint Laurent, de 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPHQlKeavI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PxkXjRF_Csc/s1600-h/Sapato+Dorothy-Adrian1939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189210283328826098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPHQlKeavI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PxkXjRF_Csc/s400/Sapato+Dorothy-Adrian1939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estes sapatos vermelhos são autênticas relíquias do cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Foram usados por Judy Garland, interpretando Dorothy no filme clássico “ O Mágico de Oz ”, de 1939.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Em 1988, um fã secreto pagou 165.000 dólares por eles em um leilão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPGyVKeauI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yE6UScZvBLI/s1600-h/Sapato+Gata+Borralheira-Samuele+Mazza1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189209763637783266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPGyVKeauI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yE6UScZvBLI/s400/Sapato+Gata+Borralheira-Samuele+Mazza1992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sapatos “Gata Borralheira”, numa interpretação brilhantemente criativa e conceitual de Samuele Mazza, 1992. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPGq1KeatI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zgHgp1ApT4Y/s1600-h/Sapato+Peixe-Andre+Perugia1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189209634788764370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPGq1KeatI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zgHgp1ApT4Y/s400/Sapato+Peixe-Andre+Perugia1931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Este sapato Peixe de André Perugia, de 1931, em pelica, com “olhos, escamas e rabo”, é uma homenagem ao pintor cubista francês Georges Braque. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPGhFKeasI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2MrbIJUYnZw/s1600-h/Sapato+Botanico-Stine+Heilman1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189209467285039810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPGhFKeasI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2MrbIJUYnZw/s400/Sapato+Botanico-Stine+Heilman1996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;“ Moda Botânica ”, de 1996, realizado com alho-poró, é o resultado efêmero dessa criação do fotógrafo dinamarquês de naturezas mortas Stine Heilmann. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPGX1KearI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ngi97FiW6PI/s1600-h/Sapatos+Little+Woman-Gaza+Bowen1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189209308371249842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPGX1KearI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ngi97FiW6PI/s400/Sapatos+Little+Woman-Gaza+Bowen1986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Shoes for the Little Woman” ou “Sapatos de mulherzinhas” que são uma crítica bem-humorada da feminista Gaza Bowen, em 1986, ao tradicional papel feminino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Foram confeccionados com esponjas de louça e esfregões.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPGPlKeaqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ge1agsIHpOI/s1600-h/Sapato+Roland+Jourdan-anos50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189209166637329058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPGPlKeaqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ge1agsIHpOI/s400/Sapato+Roland+Jourdan-anos50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Put on your red shoes and dance the blues.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Bowie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Os psicólogos têm explorado até à exaustão todos os significados dos sapatos, considerando-os desde símbolos fálicos até recipientes secretos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Há quem diga que alguém que coleciona sapatos é um viajante imaginário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Os sapatos são um impulso de mudança, uma forma de deixar o passado para trás e de seguir rumo ao futuro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/21749269-3677912609863283148?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2008/04/sapatos-arte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/SAPHylKeayI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_a7eaLZyy7w/s72-c/SAPATOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-7378152141428178258</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 21:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-03T23:27:58.657-03:00</atom:updated><title>Retorno à Arte Moderna</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xyckRKbpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YBw2ss02Rg0/s1600-h/0+Yuli+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173635907039424146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xyckRKbpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YBw2ss02Rg0/s400/0+Yuli+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem é vivo sempre aparece !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xyRkRKboI/AAAAAAAAACs/70xQodJMMcE/s1600-h/0+Yuli+Geszti+10i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173635718060863106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xyRkRKboI/AAAAAAAAACs/70xQodJMMcE/s400/0+Yuli+Geszti+10i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de um ano fora do ar, estou muito feliz em retornar a esse espaço e voltar a fazer o blog Arte Moderna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tive a alegria de encontrar aqui muitos comentários estimulantes e aos poucos vou retribuir a gentileza das suas visitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para esse retorno, conto com a ajuda de um co-piloto, o meu filho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://avenidacopacabana.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jôka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, que vocês conhecem há bastante tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xwNkRKbmI/AAAAAAAAACc/VB2bOprIhG0/s1600-h/0+Yuli+Geszti+55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173633450318130786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xwNkRKbmI/AAAAAAAAACc/VB2bOprIhG0/s400/0+Yuli+Geszti+55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As lindas e super coloridas obras desse post são pinturas em tinta acrílica sobre tela da espetacular artista plástica húngara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yuligeszti.kit.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yuli Geszti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, que muito me honra em fazer parte do “time” da nossa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agaleriadearteprochownik.com.br/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Galeria Prochownik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xwD0RKblI/AAAAAAAAACU/DOVcPlUiD_U/s1600-h/0+Yuli+Geszti+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero que gostem e que possamos retomar os nossos contatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um grande abraço, obrigado pelas visitas, mensagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e tudo de bom para vocês !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jonas Prochownik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xvrERKbjI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tb-oSxNoVSE/s1600-h/0+Yuli+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173632857612643890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xvrERKbjI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tb-oSxNoVSE/s400/0+Yuli+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xvRERKbhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vLu4Xz2qpTc/s1600-h/0+Yuli+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173632410936045074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xvRERKbhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vLu4Xz2qpTc/s400/0+Yuli+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nascida na Hungria, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yuligeszti.kit.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuli Geszti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; mora e trabalha no Rio de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa talentosa artista expõe em seus trabalhos minuciosas figuras geometricas que dão a ilusão de volume, com enfase nos contrastes impactantes de cores, luzes e sombras. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xu0ERKbgI/AAAAAAAAABs/oAjFufL1RDc/s1600-h/0+Yuli+Geszti+62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173631912719838722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xu0ERKbgI/AAAAAAAAABs/oAjFufL1RDc/s400/0+Yuli+Geszti+62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21749269-7378152141428178258?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2008/03/retorno-arte-moderna.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/R8xyckRKbpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YBw2ss02Rg0/s72-c/0+Yuli+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-8321489957091732823</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2007 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-03T01:47:36.641-02:00</atom:updated><title>Queima de arquivo</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/RcQDQLJ822I/AAAAAAAAABI/GnSFdLC84w8/s1600-h/0Van+Gogh-Starry+Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027146660459633506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/RcQDQLJ822I/AAAAAAAAABI/GnSFdLC84w8/s320/0Van+Gogh-Starry+Night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Todos os arquivos de imagens que juntei em varias pastas fazendo demoradas pesquisas, foram arbitráriamente deletados por minha secretária, que acreditava com isso estar liberando um bom espaço no HD de meu computador velho, lento e antiquado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É como se eu tivesse uma estante cheia de livros de arte, e para liberar espaço, jogasse todos os livros no lixo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na verdade ela apagou arquivos valiosos e indispensáveis mas com isso liberou apenas um pequeno espaço insignificante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portanto esse blog está suspenso. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lamento muito, mas enquanto não conseguir recuperar os meus arquivos deletados por essa obtusa não tenho como prosseguir o Arte Moderna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21749269-8321489957091732823?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2007/02/como-todos-os-meus-arquivos-de-imagem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vVlRjJp7dgo/RcQDQLJ822I/AAAAAAAAABI/GnSFdLC84w8/s72-c/0Van+Gogh-Starry+Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>43</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-116939033370168008</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-21T12:38:53.760-02:00</atom:updated><title>A vida secreta da Mona Lisa</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/587251/1Mona-Lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/394063/1Mona-Lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/634923/2Mona-Lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/598915/2Mona-Lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/417777/3Mona-Lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/765622/3Mona-Lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/326752/4Mona-Lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/98253/4Mona-Lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/18888/5Mona-Lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/452403/5Mona-Lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/684507/6Mona-Lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/494356/6Mona-Lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f295/galeriaprochownik/MonaLisa5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/52994/Mona%20Lisa%202.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/928892/Mona%20Lisa%202.gif" 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/21749269-116939033370168008?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2007/01/vida-secreta-da-mona-lisa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>45</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-116828212226851854</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jan 2007 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-08T16:55:45.266-02:00</atom:updated><title>VOLPI</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/202537/volpi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/899935/volpi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volpi nasceu em Lucca, na Itália, em 1896.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo tendo nascido na Itália, de onde foi trazido com menos de dois anos, Volpi é um dos mais importantes artistas brasileiros deste século.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi um pintor que inventou sozinho sua própria linguagem.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é muito raro na arte produzida em países do terceiro mundo, cuja cultura sempre deve algo a modelos internacionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/549470/Volpi-Fachada%20c.N.S.Aparecida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/534840/Volpi-Fachada%20c.N.S.Aparecida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Filho de imigrantes, chegou ao Brasil com pouco mais de um ano de idade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi decorador de paredes. Aos 16 anos pintava frisos, florões e painéis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sempre valorizou o trabalho artesanal, construindo suas próprias telas, pincéis. As tintas eram feitas com pigmentos naturais, usando a técnica de têmpera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/250858/Volpi-Bandeirinhas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/682143/Volpi-Bandeirinhas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/624611/Volpi-Bandeirinhas%20e%20mastro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/438202/Volpi-Bandeirinhas%20e%20mastro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi um auto didata.&lt;br /&gt;Sua evolução foi natural, tendo chegado à abstração por caminhos próprios, trabalhando e dedicando-se a essa descoberta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca acreditou em inspiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/926857/VOLPI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/183130/VOLPI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na década de 40, abandonou a perspectiva tradicional, simplificou e geometrizou as formas. Mais tarde, chegou à abstração.&lt;br /&gt;Seus gestos ficaram mais livres, dinâmicos e expressivos. A cor, mais vibrante.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/404221/Volpi-Fachada%20c.bandeirinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/63961/Volpi-Fachada%20c.bandeirinhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nos anos 50, as bandeirinhas das festas juninas, de Mogi das Cruzes, integraram-se às suas fachadas.&lt;br /&gt;A partir da década de 60, todos os temas são deixados de lado e as bandeirinhas passaram a ser signos, formas geométricas compondo ritmos coloridos e iluminados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/503509/Volpi-Portas%20e%20bandeirinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/320/317617/Volpi-Portas%20e%20bandeirinhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Morreu aos 92 anos, em 1988, em São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Volpi nunca se naturalizou, mas seu coração era brasileiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/646475/volpi_gde_fachada_festiva_dec_50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/200/689754/volpi_gde_fachada_festiva_dec_50.jpg" 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/21749269-116828212226851854?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2007/01/volpi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>50</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-116748673082565251</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2006 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-30T12:25:49.623-02:00</atom:updated><title>Feliz 2007</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f295/galeriaprochownik/AnoNovo2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine que todos os seus sonhos se realizaram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que tudo que você sempre quis, conquistou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Imaginou? Tudo de bom !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;É isso que o Arte Moderna deseja a você em 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f295/galeriaprochownik/00CHAMPAGNE.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Feliz 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para todos os nossos amigos !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f295/galeriaprochownik/laughn.gif" border="0" /&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/21749269-116748673082565251?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/12/feliz-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>33</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-116612558503466190</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-26T14:55:47.790-02:00</atom:updated><title>Presépios</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/278670/Nativite-FRA_ANGELICO_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/386509/Nativite-FRA_ANGELICO_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fra Angelico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O presépio é uma das mais antigas formas de representação do Natal.&lt;br /&gt;A palavra presépio significa “um lugar onde se recolhe o gado; curral, estábulo”.&lt;br /&gt;Mas este também é o nome dado à representação artística do nascimento do Menino Jesus num estábulo.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/639526/presepiob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/320/215883/presepiob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há muito tempo, em Groccio, na Itália, São Francisco de Assis estava com um problema. Ele não conseguia explicar para os camponeses como havia sido a noite do nascimento de Jesus. Foi aí que ele teve uma idéia genial: pegou um pouco de argila, e com muita paciência moldou vários bonequinhos de barro.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, fez um bebê. Em seguida, o pai e a mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, foi só arrumar tudo e pronto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São Francisco havia montado, no ano de 1223, o primeiro presépio do mundo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/natGauguin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nativité - Paul Gauguin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/271077/Nativity2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/204252/Nativity2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os cristãos já celebravam a memória do nascimento de Jesus desde finais do séc. III, mas a tradição do presépio, na sua forma atual, tem as suas origens no século XVI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As primeiras imagens do que hoje conhecemos como presépio de natal foram criadas em mosaicos no interior de igrejas e templos no século VI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/908535/Nativite-LOTTO_Lorenzo_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/451342/Nativite-LOTTO_Lorenzo_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Lotto Lorenzo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/492265/Presepio-Expedito-Piaui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/161695/Presepio-Expedito-Piaui.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Expedito do Piauí&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/196654/Presepio-Ivan%20Borges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/320/437800/Presepio-Ivan%20Borges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos entrar em rápidas férias de final de ano, mas desejamos muitas alegrias e um feliz 2007 para todos os amigos que nos dão tanta satisfação de vir ao Arte Moderna nos visitar. Muito obrigado !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até breve e tudo de bom para vocês e suas famílias !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e53/Prochownik/Natal-mini01.gif" border="0" /&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/21749269-116612558503466190?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/12/prespios.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>42</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-116500941613338456</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Dec 2006 21:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-01T19:43:36.463-02:00</atom:updated><title>Oswaldo Goeldi</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f295/galeriaprochownik/Goeldi-Sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oswaldo Goeldi nasceu no Rio de Janeiro em outubro de 1895.&lt;br /&gt;Morou em Belém do Pará, às margens do Amazonas, até os seis anos de idade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;No entanto os peixes habitaram-no para sempre.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/863327/Goeldi-Perigos%20do%20Mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/528667/Goeldi-Perigos%20do%20Mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Em 1901, despede-se temporariamente dos trópicos e parte a família para Berna, antiga capital da Suiça, terra de seu pai, o naturalista Emílio Goeldi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sob a escura atmosfera da I Grande Guerra, inicia seu percurso de vida inteira, a começar pela morte, tema recorrente em toda sua produção.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/562981/Goeldi-Peixe%20Vermelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/134679/Goeldi-Peixe%20Vermelho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O artista segue colecionando seus segredos, para revelá-los pouco a pouco - peixes, cidades e urubus, abandono e solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Em 1919 retorna à sua cidade natal, mas será sempre estrangeiro observador.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/145715/Goeldi%20%20Ventania%205-12%20%2024x32cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/706889/Goeldi%20%20Ventania%205-12%20%2024x32cm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/544013/Goeldi-A%20Noiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/785938/Goeldi-A%20Noiva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em entrevista a Ferreira Gullar, em 1957, Goeldi fala: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ O que me interessava eram os aspectos estranhos do Rio suburbano, com postes de luz enterrados até a metade na areia, urubu na rua, móveis na calçada, enfim, coisas que deixariam besta, qualquer europeu recém chegado. Depois descobri os pescadores, e toda madrugada ia para o mercado ver o desembarque do peixe e desenhava sem parar.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/245443/Goeldi-Chuva_sd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/939105/Goeldi-Chuva_sd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O tema urbano, tão caro aos artistas modernos, em Goeldi, conta a história, não apenas do Rio de Janeiro, mas de qualquer cidade industrializada.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/288114/Goeldi-Tarde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/400/138215/Goeldi-Tarde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse grande artista fala em sua obra sobre a experiência de habitar lugares que não acolhem, sobre a solidão, a incomunicabilidade, o desajuste e o esquecimento. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/752480/Goeldi-Abandono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/320/336045/Goeldi-Abandono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A obra de Goeldi já participou de mais de uma centena de exposições póstumas - no Brasil, Argentina, França, Portugal, Suíça e Espanha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/1600/700443/Goeldi-Despedida%20-%206-12%20-%2022x35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/621/2203/320/892059/Goeldi-Despedida%20-%206-12%20-%2022x35.jpg" 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/21749269-116500941613338456?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/12/oswaldo-goeldi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>50</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-116353881124259152</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-01T13:05:18.680-02:00</atom:updated><title>Pancetti - Navegar é preciso</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;“A pintura de Pancetti é como um convés de navio, curtida de sol e sal. Não enferruja.&lt;br /&gt;Honesta, limpa, econômica, direta, austera, quase seca, mesmo quando a cor se expande e o gesto abriga a emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Não há nele nem o supérfluo, nem o desperdício.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Frederico Morais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f295/galeriaprochownik/Pancetti-Janeladomeuatelier-1951-Ba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Janela do atelier- Bahia - 1951&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuseppe Gianinni Pancetti nasceu em Campinas, em 1902.&lt;br /&gt;A família era muito pobre. Seu pai, Giovanni, era um imigrante italiano, que viera para o Brasil com a mulher, Corinna, para trabalhar como pedreiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Pancetti%20-Lagoa%20do%20Abaet??-1952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Pancetti%20-Lagoa%20do%20Abaet%3F%3F-1952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lagoa do Abaeté - 1952&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Inconformismo, foi a marca registrada de José Pancetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Por força das circunstâncias e do próprio temperamento, não teve parada.&lt;br /&gt;Mudou-se, constantemente de um lugar a outro, experimentou diversos empregos, sem fixar-se em qualquer deles, a não ser na Marinha Mercante Italiana, onde ingressou aos 16 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tinha um enorme orgulho de ser marinheiro, e seu amor pela marinha era retribuído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Pancetti-Cabo%20Frio-1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Pancetti-Cabo%20Frio-1947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cabo Frio - 1947&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pancetti quase não desenhava, fazia apenas alguns esboços a carvão antes de começar seus quadros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Pancetti-Mangaratiba-1946.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Pancetti-Mangaratiba-1946.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mangaratiba - 1946&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Pancetti-Auto-vida-1945-Col.Gilb.Chateaubriand-MAM-RJ%20ost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Pancetti-Auto-vida-1945-Col.Gilb.Chateaubriand-MAM-RJ%20ost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nos seus muitos auto-retratos, Pancetti conta sua vida vendo-se em diferentes personalidades: marinheiro, almirante, pintor, campones, pescador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Dramáticos ou irônicos, eles têm em comum o seu olhar de lado, desconfiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Pancetti-Mar%20Grande-1954.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mar Grande - 1954 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;As marinhas são a face mais conhecida da obra de Pancetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sempre o mar, o mar brasileiro, azul e profundo – de um marinheiro só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Pancetti-Marinha-Saquarema-1955.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Pancetti-Marinha-Saquarema-1955.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saquarema - 1955&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nas praias, figuras isoladas, de costas para o espectador, contemplam o mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Contemplam a si proprias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Pancetti-Janela%20do%20meu%20atelier,Bahia-1951-ost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Pancetti-Janela%20do%20meu%20atelier%2CBahia-1951-ost.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tela de minha coleção particular &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Morreu em 1958, aos 56 anos, de tuberculose, no Hospital da Marinha, no Rio de Janeiro, onde foi visitado pelo Presidente JK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/auto_retrato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/auto_retrato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;A vida de Pancetti, amarga e solitária, pode ter sido atormentada e sombria, mas o seu legado não poderia ser mais luminoso e radiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21749269-116353881124259152?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/11/pancetti-navegar-preciso.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>59</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-116224497409923745</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2006 09:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-30T18:57:35.760-03:00</atom:updated><title>Os diamantes são eternos</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/1Diamonds%20art-deco%20pin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/1Diamonds%20art-deco%20pin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antigamente os gregos acreditavam que os diamantes eram estilhaços de estrelas que caiam do céu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Chegavam a dizer que eram lágrimas dos deuses.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/1Cartier%20Diamonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/1Cartier%20Diamonds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Da palavra grega "adamas" que significa força e eternidade do amor surgiu a denominação diamante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/1diamond_r0225_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/1diamond_r0225_2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Foi na Índia, entre os anos 800 e 600 AC que a exploração de diamantes teve o seu início. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Antigamente os diamantes eram chamados de pedras do sol, devido ao seu incomparável brilho. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O Oriente foi o responsável, durante quase dois mil anos, pela produção dos mais conhecidos diamantes do mundo.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/1Diamond%20Tiara-Diana%20Spencer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/1Diamond%20Tiara-Diana%20Spencer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Esta exuberante pedra, de rara beleza, sempre foi sinônimo de poder e riqueza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Os diamantes eram utilizados, quase que exclusivamente, por reis e suas côrtes.&lt;br /&gt;Além da realeza, só a Igreja tinha acesso aos diamantes.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/1Diamonds%20art-deco%20pin%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/1Diamonds%20art-deco%20pin%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os diamantes podem ser comparados com as impressões digitais devido às suas características únicas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Não existem dois iguais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/1Diamond%20ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não foi por acaso que Marilyn Monroe afirmava que “os diamantes são os melhores amigos de uma garota.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ela tinha toda razão, são mesmo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;São os melhores e mais valiosos amigos, pelo menos de uma garota linda, sexy, ambiciosa e esperta como ela.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/1Diamonds-MM.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/1Diamonds-MM.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21749269-116224497409923745?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/11/os-diamantes-so-eternos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>56</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-116140463849735672</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Oct 2006 03:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-21T01:30:11.826-03:00</atom:updated><title>10.000 visitas !</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e53/Prochownik/Drink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos, quando começei esse blog, atingir 10.000 visitas era algo inimaginável para mim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No entanto, com a presença de vocês, estou muito feliz comemorando esse marco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hoje fiz um post diferente, bem descontraído. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selecionei obras de arte muito famosas mundialmente, mas vocês vão observar que todas tiveram interferências, portanto têm sempre alguma alteração. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descubram, portanto, quais foram. Espero que gostem ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Agradeço o grande carinho e todo o estímulo que deixam em seus comentários, sempre muitíssimo bem-vindos !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Um grande abraço do amigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Jonas Prochownik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7221/1035/1600/Botticcelli%20Nascimento%20de%20Venus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7221/1035/400/Botticcelli%20Nascimento%20de%20Venus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Botticcelli - Nascimento de Venus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7221/1035/400/Da%20Vinci%20Monalisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci - Mona Lisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7221/1035/1600/Da%20Vinci%20Capela%20Cistina.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7221/1035/1600/Rembrandt%20Vierge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7221/1035/400/Rembrandt%20Vierge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rembrandt - A Virgem e Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7221/1035/1600/Vincent%20Van%20Auto%20Retrato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7221/1035/400/Vincent%20Van%20Auto%20Retrato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Vincent Van Gogh - Auto Retrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7221/1035/1600/Vincent%20Van%20Gogh%20Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7221/1035/400/Vincent%20Van%20Gogh%20Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Vincent Van Gogh - O Quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7221/1035/1600/Munch%20Scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7221/1035/400/Munch%20Scream.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Edvard Munch - O Grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21749269-116140463849735672?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/10/10000-visitas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>56</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-116033591528553403</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-09T15:58:26.056-03:00</atom:updated><title>Gaudí</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Gaudi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/0Gaudi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Antoni Gaudí era um arquiteto catalão, um dos símbolos da cidade de Barcelona, onde se educou e passou grande parte da vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi um arquiteto de novas concepções plásticas ligado ao modernismo catalão (a variante local da art nouveau).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0Barcelona_Gaudi_cathedral.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O símbolo religioso de Barcelona é a igreja da Sagrada Família, um projeto que ocupou Gaudí durante toda a sua carreira.&lt;br /&gt;Contratado para construir a igreja desde 1883, não viveu para a ver terminada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao trabalhar nela tornou-se cada vez mais religioso, e após 1910 passou a trabalhar quase exclusivamente na construção da Igreja.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0cathglass-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0cathglass-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antoni Plàcid Guillem Gaudí Cornet nasceu em 25 de junho de 1852, na província de Tarragona.&lt;br /&gt;Desde pequeno Gaudí teve problemas reumáticos que o acompanharam durante toda a vida e na infância o impediam de brincar com as outras crianças.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Barcelona_Gaudi_building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0Barcelona_Gaudi_building.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0img_2114.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/0img_2114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua obra se caracterizou pela liberdade de forma, cor e texturas voluptuosas e na unidade orgânica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gaudí trabalhou quase sempre em Barcelona ou nos seus arredores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0Casa_Batllo_Interior_Salo_principal_tribuna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em 1910 (aos 58 anos), Gaudí alcançou o auge de sua fama, chamando a atenção de alguns norte-americanos que o encarregaram do projeto de um hotel em Nova York.&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo ano foi realizada uma exposição no Grand Palais de Paris.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0vitraux.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/0vitraux.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O arquiteto espanhol morreu aos 74 anos vítima de um atropelamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Taxistas que passavam no local se recusaram a levá-lo a um hospital porque pensavam se tratar de um mendigo.&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos anos de sua vida, Gaudí não cuidava de sua aparência e evitava o contato com os jornalistas, motivo pelo qual há poucas fotos do arquiteto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seu corpo está enterrado na cripta da igreja da Sagrada Família.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0barcelonasagradafamilia1g.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/200/0barcelonasagradafamilia1g.jpg" 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/21749269-116033591528553403?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/10/gaud.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>26</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-115947611314678636</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Oct 2006 20:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-29T00:33:01.446-03:00</atom:updated><title>Os ovos de Fabergé</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0faberge-egg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/0faberge-egg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fabergé era a mais importante joalheria existente na Rússia ao final do século XIX e início do século XX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Era a essa joalheria, que levava o nome do seu dono e principal artista, que os czares russos encomendavam a confecção de ovos de páscoa para serem presenteados por ocasião da festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/faberge-egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/faberge-egg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eram jóias muito sofisticadas e de enorme valor, feitas em ouro, diamantes e pedras preciosas, aludindo aos tradicionais ovos de páscoa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/faberge_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/faberge_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tradição dos ovos de Fabergé começou em 1885, quando Aleksander III, imperador da Rússia, procurou o mais famoso joalheiro da corte, Peter Carl Fabergé, e encomendou um ovo de páscoa para dar de presente a imperatriz Marie Feodorovna. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No ano seguinte fez a mesma coisa e assim continuou fazendo até sua morte.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/faberge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/faberge2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São peças valiosíssimas e feitas com grande capricho, procurando superar-se a cada ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cada jóia levava o ano inteiro sendo preparada, desde o desenho original, o corte, a lapidação das pedras e todos os detalhes, envolvendo diversos artistas, sempre com a supervisão e aprovação final de Fabergé.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/faberge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/faberge1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O último dos ovos foi feito em 1917, data da revolução russa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Não se conhece o paradeiro de todos os ovos de Fabergé e possivelmente alguns ainda poderão ser descobertos, escondidos por algum familiar da antiga corte imperial ou de revolucionários do novo regime russo.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Faberzhe5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/Faberzhe5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atualmente são jóias raríssimas, que atingem mais de US$ 5.000.000,00 quando eventualmente vão a algum leilão de arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/faberge3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/faberge3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/faberge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21749269-115947611314678636?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/10/os-ovos-de-faberg.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>47</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-115861573731340610</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 20:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-18T18:53:37.953-03:00</atom:updated><title>LAUTREC</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f295/galeriaprochownik/0-lautrec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec era um aristocrata, um boêmio alcoólatra e um grande artista.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afligido por tristes deficiências físicas, ele descobriu um ambiente que o distraía e divertia e tornou-se o mais vívido cronista desse meio.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f295/galeriaprochownik/0-Toulouse-MoulinRouge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Le Moulin Rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lautrec nasceu em 24 de novembro de 1864, em Albi, no sudoeste da França.&lt;br /&gt;Sua família era tradicional, distinta e rica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diferentemente de muitos outros grandes artistas, Lautrec nunca teve sérias preocupações com dinheiro, exceto quando seu comportamento imprevisível provocava ameaças de cortar sua generosa mesada.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f295/galeriaprochownik/0-Toulouse-LeSalonalaRuedesMoulins-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Além de ser pintor, ele era um grande artista popular, tendo sido um pioneiro do ousado e chamativo novo meio, o pôster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Trabalhador prodigioso, dedicou-se simultaneamente a um estilo de vida autodestrutivo, que o matou com a idade de 36 anos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0-Toulouse%20Lautrec-Danseuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0-Toulouse%20Lautrec-Danseuse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O lado mais amargo das noites parisienses o atraiu, e ele até mudou-se para as maisons closes (bordéis) por longos períodos, retratando seus moradores de um modo desencantado e pé-no-chão que é tudo, menos pornográfico.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0-toulouse-lautrec-at-the-moulin%20rouge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0-toulouse-lautrec-at-the-moulin%20rouge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0-Toulouse-Moulin%20Rouge-1890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0-Toulouse-Moulin%20Rouge-1890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A maior atração de Montmartre era o Moulin Rouge, onde as dançarinas como La Goulue realizavam performances frenéticas da "quadrilee", mais tarde renomeada cancã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Foi para o Moulin Rouge que Lautrec fez seu primeiro (e ainda o mais famoso) pôster, usando o relativamente novo processo da litografia.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0-Toulouse-La%20Goulue%20au%20Moulin%20Rouge-1891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/0-Toulouse-La%20Goulue%20au%20Moulin%20Rouge-1891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0-Toulouse-Couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/0-Toulouse-Couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse artista extraordinário pouco a pouco se destruiu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já em 1897, a sífilis e o alcoolismo afetavam seu comportamento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0-Toulouse%20Lautrec-la_toilette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/0-Toulouse%20Lautrec-la_toilette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Após um ataque final, ele foi levado para a casa de sua mãe, onde morreu em 9 de setembro de 1901.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0-Toulouse-Lautrec_65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0-Toulouse-Lautrec_65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os prazeres, o brilho e os vícios da vida noturna parisiense, seus artistas célebres e as esquecidas mulheres da vida vivem para sempre na obra extraordinária de Lautrec.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0-toulouse-lautrec-henri-jane-avril-.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/0-toulouse-lautrec-henri-jane-avril-.2.jpg" 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/21749269-115861573731340610?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/09/lautrec.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>34</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-115751387950791128</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2006 03:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-06T12:28:42.533-03:00</atom:updated><title>A Última Ceia</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Last_Supper_original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0Last_Supper_original.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A Última Ceia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1495-1497 – Técnica: Mista com predominância da têmpera e óleo sobre duas camadas de preparação de gesso aplicadas sobre reboco - Dimensão: 460 x 880cm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Última Ceia (no italiano, Il Cenacolo ou L'Ultima Cena) é uma pintura de Leonardo da Vinci para seu protetor, o Duque Lodovico Sforza. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi pintado numa das paredes do refeitório do convento de Santa Maria delle Grazie, em Milão, entre os anos 1495 e 1498.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Last-supper-Da%20Vinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0Last-supper-Da%20Vinci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois de 22 anos de criteriosa restauração, uma das mais importantes obras da pintura universal - a Última Ceia, de Leonardo da Vinci - foi entregue ao público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É uma das obras de arte mais reproduzidas em diferentes versões por outros artistas, algumas das quais apresento aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0last-supper-Jacopo%20Bassano-1542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0last-supper-Jacopo%20Bassano-1542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacopo Bassano-1542&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Representa a cena da última ceia de Jesus com os apóstolos antes de ser preso e crucificado como descreve a Bíblia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Last-supper-Bizantino1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0Last-supper-Bizantino1517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Pintura bizantina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0last-supper-Dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0last-supper-Dali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Last-supper-Models.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0Last-supper-Models.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Models &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Last-supper-Playmobbil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0Last-supper-Playmobbil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playmobbil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É um dos maiores bens conhecido e estimado do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ao contrário de muitas outras valiosas pinturas, nunca foi possuída particularmente, porque não pode ser removida do seu local de origem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Last-supper-Da%20Vinci2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/0Last-supper-Da%20Vinci2.jpg" 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/21749269-115751387950791128?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/09/ltima-ceia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>30</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-115630301327331085</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Aug 2006 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-23T00:24:09.376-03:00</atom:updated><title>Ismael Nery</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/I.Nery-capa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/I.Nery-capa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Pertenço a esta espécie de homens que não constroem nem destroem, mas que dão a razão de toda a construção e de toda destruição.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ismael Nery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/I.Nery-3%20figuras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/I.Nery-3%20figuras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ismael Nery nasceu em Belém do Pará em 1900.&lt;br /&gt;Renegando a qualificação de pintor, preferia a de filósofo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sempre que pôde, dedicou-se à poesia, achando-a melhor que a pintura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/I.Nery-duas%20figuras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/I.Nery-duas%20figuras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fazia desenhos em quantidade espantosa, mas jogava seus trabalhos sistematicamente no lixo, assim que terminados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conhecemos, dos desenhos de Nery, apenas aqueles que foram salvos da lixeira, muitos deles amarrotados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/I.Nery-A%20fam??lia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/I.Nery-A%20fam%3F%3Flia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em 1920, viajou para a França, voltando dois anos depois, para casar-se com Adalgisa Nery, com quem teve dois filhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em 1927, voltou à Europa, conhecendo o pintor judeu-russo Marc Chagall, que exerceu forte influência em sua carreira, a qual, a partir de então, voltou-se para o Surrealismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/I.Nery-N??"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/I.Nery-N%3F%3F%20em%20azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em 1933, um diagnóstico revelou que ele era portador de tuberculose, o que o levou a internar-se em um sanatório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meses depois, 6 em abril de 1934, faleceu e foi enterrado vestindo um hábito dos franciscanos, numa homenagem dos frades à sua ardorosa fé católica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/I.Nery-O%20encontro.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/I.Nery-O%20encontro.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A obra de Nery permaneceu ignorada do público e da crítica até 1965, quando teve seu nome inscrito na 8ª Bienal de São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/A%20Caixa%20-%20Ismael%20Nery-Nanquim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/A%20Caixa%20-%20Ismael%20Nery-Nanquim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em toda vida, não pintou mais que uma centena de quadros, realizou duas exposições individuais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E nelas conseguiu vender apenas um quadro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21749269-115630301327331085?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/08/ismael-nery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>33</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-115369741408250699</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 23:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-23T00:29:02.196-03:00</atom:updated><title>Largo do Boticário</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/largo07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/largo07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apenas sete casas compõem esse belo recanto do Rio de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;São casas coloridas, em estilo neo-colonial, no local batizado em homenagem a Joaquim Luiz da Silva Souto, o boticário da família real que morou ali, em uma fazenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Largo_do_Boticario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Largo_do_Boticario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Largo fica na Rua Cosme Velho, 822.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Este pequeno largo, quase escondido no bairro do Cosme Velho e cercado pela mata atlântica é um dos lugares mais bonitos do Rio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há anos atrás, eu ia muito lá com a minha família para passear e visitar o artista plástico Augusto Rodrigues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Largo_do_Boticario2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Largo_do_Boticario2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Largo do Boticário tem telhados e fachadas coloniais, calçamento estilo pé-de-moleque e árvores centenárias que transmitem uma sensação de calma e tranqüilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá sempre foi um reduto de grandes artistas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Sandra%20Nunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Sandra%20Nunes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; T&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ela a óleo de Sandra Nunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recentente, dezenove famílias, apoiadas pelo Movimento Terra, Trabalho e Liberdade (MTL), invadiram o casarão de número 22, do Largo do Boticário, um dos mais bonitos desse lugar histórico e até esse momento, ainda permanecem no local.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Sandra%20Nunes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Sandra%20Nunes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Óleo de Sandra Nunes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mansão invadida pelos sem teto, tem projeto arquitetônico de Lucio Costa, jardim de Burle Marx e como quintal, parte da Floresta da Tijuca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/largo-Janela2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/largo-Janela2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na parte externa da mansão, há diversas espécies raras da Mata Atlântica e uma fonte d´água do século 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Largo-casarao2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Largo-casarao2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ainda nessa semana, um grupo de turistas europeus admiravam as belas construções, sem saber da confusão lamentável por trás do portão do casarão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/largo-Janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/largo-Janela.jpg" 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/21749269-115369741408250699?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/07/largo-do-boticrio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>70</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-115317184977486789</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2006 21:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-23T00:34:27.076-03:00</atom:updated><title>Surrealismo</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/00Dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/00Dali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Surrealismo foi um movimento criado em Paris em 1924 por um grupo de artistas, filósofos e escritores.&lt;br /&gt;Esse movimento artístico se opunha aos costumes da sociedade européia, mas procurava uma nova realidade, tentando explorar o inconsciente e subconsciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seus temas eram a loucura, a solidão, os sonhos, as alucinações, o amor e o humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/00Magritte6667H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/00Magritte6667H.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;René Magritte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A pintura surrealista dividiu-se em duas escolas principais; de uma delas faziam parte o espanhol Salvador Dali e o belga René Magritte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/00magritte_lesamants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/00magritte_lesamants.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;René Magritte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estes artistas tentaram produzir novas sensações pela colocação de imagens fantásticas e irreais em seus quadros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como resultado obtinham pinturas misteriosas que pareciam não ter explicação lógica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/00Magritte.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/00Magritte.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;René Magritte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A outra escola surrealista adotou um método de pintura chamado automatismo: os artistas deixavam seus pincéis se movimentarem sobre a superfície da pintura, criando imagens e símbolos que revelavam seus subconscientes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/00MiroILLbookI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/00MiroILLbookI.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joan Miró&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/00Miro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/00Miro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joan Miró, espanhol, mostrou a simplicidade de sua arte, sem que o seu contudo deixasse de lado imagens fantásticas e imaginosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/I.Nery-O%20encontro.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ismael Nery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ismael Nery, importante pintor que só foi valorizado depois de sua morte, foi o precursor do Surrealismo no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esse foi sem dúvida um dos nossos maiores artistas, portanto vou voltar a falar dele em um próximo post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21749269-115317184977486789?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/07/surrealismo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>56</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-115274142709592444</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jul 2006 21:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-23T00:38:48.013-03:00</atom:updated><title>(Re) Aberto</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Modern_Interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Modern_Interior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Estamos reabrindo esse nosso espaço, e felizmente muito antes do que eu imaginava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Algumas vezes, as coisas são imprevisíveis e fogem de nosso controle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Nunca se sabe o que vai acontecer daqui a cinco minutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Portanto, nesses últimos dias não pude elaborar novos posts, mas assim que foi possível, vim matar as saudades daqui e de vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Logo estarei postando muitas novidades e visitando todos os blogs amigos, como gosto tanto de fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Não posso deixar de agradecer a todos, que estiveram sempre comigo, deixando os seus comentários, o seu carinho e me dando a maior força !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Espero sinceramente que continuem por aqui me visitando, para passearmos juntos, por muito tempo, pelo mundo das artes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Modern_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Modern_art.jpg" 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/21749269-115274142709592444?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/07/re-aberto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>25</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-115224274491561008</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jul 2006 03:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-07T00:25:44.940-03:00</atom:updated><title>Fechado</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Porta.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Porta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por razões particulares, esse blog está temporáriamente fechado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Obrigado a todos por suas visitas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21749269-115224274491561008?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/07/fechado.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>40</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-115186402439735677</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jul 2006 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-23T00:40:59.540-03:00</atom:updated><title>Arte Popular</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Arte%20popular-Jose%20Antonio%20da%20Silva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Arte%20popular-Jose%20Antonio%20da%20Silva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; José Antonio da Silva - "O Rapto da Noiva"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Todo artista popular é auto-didata, ou seja, não aprendeu a arte em nenhuma escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Arte%20popular-Heitor%20dos%20Prazeres-A%20Casa%20de%20Seu%20Benedito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/Arte%20popular-Heitor%20dos%20Prazeres-A%20Casa%20de%20Seu%20Benedito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Heitos dos Prazeres - "A casa do Seu Benedito"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quais são os limites que separam a arte e o artesanato ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Será que existe uma resposta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Arte%20popular-Maurino1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/Arte%20popular-Maurino1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Escultura de Maurino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Arte%20popular-Ex-votos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/Arte%20popular-Ex-votos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ex-votos - Esculturas feitas por artistas anônimos para serem colocadas em altares de igrejas como agradecimento por promessas bem-sucedidas e cumpridas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Arte%20popular-G.T.O.Geraldo%20Teles%20Oliveira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/Arte%20popular-G.T.O.Geraldo%20Teles%20Oliveira.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G.T.O.&lt;/span&gt; - Geraldo Teles Oliveira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É comum afirmar que “o artista cria e o artesão repete”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assim, o artesão trabalha no terreno do concreto, da matéria, da certeza.&lt;br /&gt;O artista age no espaço da abstração, do espírito, da dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na verdade, o limite entre eles é muito tênue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Arte%20popular-Isabel%20Mendes-Vale%20do%20Jequitinhonha-MG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/Arte%20popular-Isabel%20Mendes-Vale%20do%20Jequitinhonha-MG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isabel Mendes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noivos do Vale do Jequitinhonha - MG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Arte%20popular-Mestre%20Vitalino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/Arte%20popular-Mestre%20Vitalino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escultura de Mestre Vitalino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No caso da arte popular, o artesanato é a base fundamental para a construção da arte.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem todo artesão é um artista. Tudo é uma questão de talento e de brilho próprio.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, todo artista popular é, antes de tudo, um artesão.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a minha opinião. O que você acha ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você tem algum objeto de arte popular na sua casa ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21749269-115186402439735677?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/07/arte-popular.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>44</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-115109609633045770</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jun 2006 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-23T00:43:00.596-03:00</atom:updated><title>Erté</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Erte-symphb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Erte-symphb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Romain de Tirtoff, que ficaria conhecido como Erté, nome que reproduz o som das iniciais R e T, nasceu em São Peterburgo, na Rússia, em 23 de novembro 1892 e foi para a França em 1911.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Erte-Bronze2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Erte-Bronze2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Paris, logo passou a trabalhar com um dos mais importantes criadores da moda de todos os tempos, Paul Poiret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Erte-QueenoftheNight.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Erte-QueenoftheNight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Criou cenarios para diversos espetáculos teatrais, Ilustrou também capas para a revista Harper’s Bazaar, além de criar cenários para o Folies Bergère de Paris e para o Ziegfeld Follies, de Nova York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Erte-Bronze3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/Erte-Bronze3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Durante uma visita a Hollywood, em 1925, Erté trabalhou como figurinista para diversos filmes, e também criou roupas para a atriz Josephine Baker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Erte-Bronze4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/Erte-Bronze4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erté gostava de utilizar peles compridas, jóias e um grande número de acessórios, que compunham figurinos com detalhes inteiramente personalizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/Erte-Bronze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/Erte-Bronze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em cada trabalho que executava, Erté trazia a inspiração de temas persas e indianos do século 16, com traços muito pessoais, elaborados, e a figura feminina concebida sempre de maneira sensual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21749269-115109609633045770?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/06/ert.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>65</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-115014669129921101</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jun 2006 20:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-23T00:59:00.196-03:00</atom:updated><title>J. Carlos, o cronista do lápis</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/JCarlos-tipos.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/JCarlos-tipos.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;José Carlos de Brito e Cunha, o J. Carlos, nascido em Botafogo, Rio de Janeiro, em 18 de junho de 1884, ocupa um lugar de destaque no humor gráfico nacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/J.Carlos-Dan%3F%3Fa.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cartunista e ilustrador, J. Carlos soube retratar a vida carioca como ninguém. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retratou o Carnaval, as praias, a moda, os modismos e os costumes, num verdadeiro retrato da época.&lt;br /&gt;Fez capas e personagens para a importante revista infantil O Tico Tico, como Lamparina, Juquinha e outros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/jcarlos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/200/jcarlos3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embora não fosse estilista, J. Carlos recriava figurinos da moda em voga com tanta graça, a ponto de vê-los seguidos pelas elegantes senhoras do Rio&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/jcarlos1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/jcarlos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O talento de J. Carlos encantava a todos com a sua obra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O próprio Walt Disney, criador do famoso Mickey Mouse, em uma visita ao Brasil, chegou a convidá-lo para trabalhar em seus estúdios nos Estados Unidos, tal a sua admiração pelo talentoso artista.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O nome de J. Carlos figura de forma permanente e com merecido destaque no cenário da caricatura brasileira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/JCarlos-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/JCarlos-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;O cronista do lápis, que contou a história e imortalizou os tipos de sua cidade, foi assim lembrado por Genolino Amado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;“Realmente, no espírito de J. Carlos parece ter habitado o espírito do Rio. E não poderíamos imaginar tendo nascido noutra cidade. Aquele que pretendia somente graça acabou fazendo história”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/JCarlos-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/JCarlos-3.jpg" 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/21749269-115014669129921101?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/06/j-carlos-o-cronista-do-lpis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>55</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21749269.post-114963267337932572</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jun 2006 22:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-23T01:01:01.040-03:00</atom:updated><title>CHAPLIN</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Chaplin(ModernTimes)_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0Chaplin%28ModernTimes%29_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muito raramente a palavra "gênio" pode ser empregada com tanta propriedade quanto ao nos referirmos a Charles Chaplin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chaplin nasceu em Londres no ano de 1889.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nasceu com o cinema, e foi justamente para o cinema que Chaplin criou o personagem Carlitos, um vagabundo oprimido e engraçado, que denunciava as injustiças sociais em um mundo repleto de desigualdades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De forma inteligente, este grande artista sabia como fazer rir e também chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Chaplin_01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/0Chaplin_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adepto ao cinema mudo, o ator e também cineasta, era contra o surgimento do cinema sonoro, mas como grande artista que era, logo se adaptou e voltou a produzir verdadeiras obras primas: O Grande Ditador, Tempos Modernos e Luzes da Ribalta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Chaplin_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Chaplin(The%20Kid)_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0Chaplin%28The%20Kid%29_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na década de 30 seus filmes foram proibidos na Alemanha nazista, pois foram considerados subversivos e contrários a moral e aos bons costumes.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, representavam uma crítica ao sistema capitalista, à repressão, à ditadura e ao sistema autoritário que vigorava na Alemanha no período.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em 1965, publicou sua autobiografia , Minha Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Chaplin(CityLights).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0Chaplin%28CityLights%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acumulou muito dinheiro em sua vida de fama.&lt;br /&gt;Fortuna vai, fortuna vem, como muitos outros artistas, Chaplin nunca soube administrar seus bens e por três vezes esteve à beira da falência, mas sempre deu a volta por cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0CharlesChaplin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/400/0CharlesChaplin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Rainha Elizabeth II tornou-o Sir em 1975.&lt;br /&gt;Sir Charles Chaplin morreu dormindo, em sua casa em Corsier-vur-Vevey, na Suíça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morreu feliz, numa manhã de Natal, aos 88 anos, ao lado da família e de sua última esposa, a qual conviveu por mais anos e mais amou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/1600/0Chaplin(ModernTimes)_02.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/621/2203/320/0Chaplin%28ModernTimes%29_02.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma imagem vale mais do que mil palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Se você quer dar crédito a quem merece e a quem criou essa idéia... agradeça a Chaplin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f295/galeriaprochownik/Cinemacinza.gif" border="0" /&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/21749269-114963267337932572?l=aartemoderna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aartemoderna.blogspot.com/2006/06/chaplin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jonas Prochownik)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>44</thr:total></item></channel></rss>