tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17408087293576268712024-03-19T09:00:31.740+01:00miracomosuenaFrancisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.comBlogger2589125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-20416712583461005502024-03-19T09:00:00.031+01:002024-03-19T09:00:00.137+01:00Cuatro idolillos<div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvmtG1OavBR_W7SZlwJ-eI39hwqV0UOm8ZtOca9xFn1tpjurGjSYVg-iV8l6EtkYzNO52PxpDIh6ehIQQrQo8qu1XCFP3pwlNqy__tJ4HzVUkwVXc7-znS3Z9f26lyOJfyRf0anJDrIt2s4IQy16khgfrPz0IE0pjASkdnjM9L8xFsgkVuM0Ov4Lstrw/s2734/IMG_0186.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1876" data-original-width="2734" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvmtG1OavBR_W7SZlwJ-eI39hwqV0UOm8ZtOca9xFn1tpjurGjSYVg-iV8l6EtkYzNO52PxpDIh6ehIQQrQo8qu1XCFP3pwlNqy__tJ4HzVUkwVXc7-znS3Z9f26lyOJfyRf0anJDrIt2s4IQy16khgfrPz0IE0pjASkdnjM9L8xFsgkVuM0Ov4Lstrw/w640-h440/IMG_0186.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Cuatro idolillos. a la altura de los ojos y a pie de calle. Castroviejo Librero. 03.2024.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">El Diccionario de Autoridades de la Academia se pone estricto para definir a los <b>idolillos</b> como "estatuas pequeñas de algunos Dioses falsos". (La autoridad, ya se sabe, concede a conveniencia la mayúscula y la verdad a lo que le es propio y considera exclusivo y excluyente). La RAE, más relativista y democrática, más ecuménica, acoge en su definición a las "imágenes de las deidades objeto de culto", y la hace extensiva, en plan fan, a las "personas o cosas amadas o admiradas con exaltación".</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5sS-kpQ6Dn_GnNQ1ELJbhCpu4FJQfROc3oMLCjAUZlImbU3koRwOHXGDVaJN5TgyReqdKx1jL-SKR8Kdp7cbGGkCtIyD8jw3xVO1_XpZ9emkpUVU4b-WkaYs9D6w2WIHTTF62e9MvKqILyFSnZO3AZRrKXczO8cZ8tl_MMc3RCeBcfmcvEVH1vFV9Vw/s1948/IMG_9492.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1948" data-original-width="1461" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5sS-kpQ6Dn_GnNQ1ELJbhCpu4FJQfROc3oMLCjAUZlImbU3koRwOHXGDVaJN5TgyReqdKx1jL-SKR8Kdp7cbGGkCtIyD8jw3xVO1_XpZ9emkpUVU4b-WkaYs9D6w2WIHTTF62e9MvKqILyFSnZO3AZRrKXczO8cZ8tl_MMc3RCeBcfmcvEVH1vFV9Vw/w480-h640/IMG_9492.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Cuatro idolillos. Ensamblajes de objetos encontrados. 2022-24.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Esta pequeña selección que presento ahora en el escaparate de <b>Castroviejo Librero</b> como entrega número <b>cuarenta y cuatro</b> de mi exposición <b>a la altura de los ojos y a pie de calle </b>forma parte de una serie de ensamblajes inspirados en </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">las fecundas visitas a museos arqueológicos, en cuyas vitrinas se acumula mucho de lo mejor del arte contemporáneo, porque, como bien sabemos, todo lo que ha sobrevivido del pasado hasta llegar a nosotros es contemporáneo nuestro, con mucho más motivo que las cantidades industriales de ambiciosos productos anacrónicos y desubicados que abarrotan y enturbian el imaginario de esta época confusa y derrochadora.<br />Estos idolillos proceden de lugares de culto "certificados", porque las partes que los constituyen las he ido encontrando en los caminos, en estudios de artistas, en viejas casas de eternos amigos, en herrerías, en trazados de ferrocarril abandonados,... y, en general, se han acomodado paulatinamente a la convivencia sobre la mesa de trabajo del estudio. El tiempo lo resuelve casi todo, y así se han convertido, según los casos, en juguetes, en fetiches o en amuletos. Siempre en reliquias. </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdt2lJy91DXpsjU8tQkID__WAmX6g_dhQuubZTFRb5WRzh3yY-e4lSI7R5bdRP4GGAsYApWs2fr_ZY9qatvHZ755wvdzkYhmggHBFCGJ_WQNs6e6xD7OnxtkowsJpPcaRhakdlqtZ6PKxcZRP_a9MPPFVYzZ-3-RZgL8wTbmNPprOKGrrgKmFPtntgwuI/s2856/IMG_0187.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2142" data-original-width="2856" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdt2lJy91DXpsjU8tQkID__WAmX6g_dhQuubZTFRb5WRzh3yY-e4lSI7R5bdRP4GGAsYApWs2fr_ZY9qatvHZ755wvdzkYhmggHBFCGJ_WQNs6e6xD7OnxtkowsJpPcaRhakdlqtZ6PKxcZRP_a9MPPFVYzZ-3-RZgL8wTbmNPprOKGrrgKmFPtntgwuI/w640-h480/IMG_0187.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Acompañan a estos pequeños tótems tres grandes libros: una preciosidad titulada "Cartografía de los recuerdos", producida por Ilusiones a la deriva en colaboración con la Asociación Ruralidad y Soriandad y la Diputación de Soria; las fotografías inéditas que el admirable Ramón Masats tomó en 1961 durante el rodaje de Viridiana por Luis Buñuel (gran coleccionista de objetos y fetiches, como surrealista de pro); y un libro</span><span style="font-family: arial;">, editado por Días Contados,</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> que acabará siendo "de culto", los "Señores pájaros", que recoge 273 fragmentos que el maestro José Jiménez Lozano dedicó en su imperecedera poesía a sus vecinos los benditos pájaros.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Así que nada: feliz primavera para todos, y a los caminos, a descubrir milagros, sin prisa y bien protegidos del sol. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCxMXVooMkfkYsWoeM5FV8St5OohyphenhyphenqHPIipmziDzQqoult9dBkgsACF5HboyypmThu0XK3yo7kyFEUKMDbC-gn5bU1pCQAhkRWClW0vwg_T4Ayu85KFULYoEsvpm2jId35xMlRlwQcL-L0aJ23WLncuFJsFzmRQ1Ew6tyFM8-98nCxeL5Tg5tB8IzNE6E/s2856/IMG_0188.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2856" data-original-width="2142" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCxMXVooMkfkYsWoeM5FV8St5OohyphenhyphenqHPIipmziDzQqoult9dBkgsACF5HboyypmThu0XK3yo7kyFEUKMDbC-gn5bU1pCQAhkRWClW0vwg_T4Ayu85KFULYoEsvpm2jId35xMlRlwQcL-L0aJ23WLncuFJsFzmRQ1Ew6tyFM8-98nCxeL5Tg5tB8IzNE6E/w480-h640/IMG_0188.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-85311121963874700362024-03-18T08:30:00.001+01:002024-03-18T08:30:00.191+01:00Justicia poética<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3OBy21icaAU6lCfgrAauSurj8EbqUmIrbSjbMI6Cs5kPvcfrFrLRE0j7gfDVRpPy3pcdBOXXwAWCDJxzfdNukIW9r2Lb2-4q2J_EBH_vMajsEcdCyeMOKPf68jWfw5G69DIeFFt54LWJX1GO__PZ3PX8-RKtbwKfMnYFSwwcQUa1-w6PL_HhSBgTxR0/s1536/IMG_8371.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3OBy21icaAU6lCfgrAauSurj8EbqUmIrbSjbMI6Cs5kPvcfrFrLRE0j7gfDVRpPy3pcdBOXXwAWCDJxzfdNukIW9r2Lb2-4q2J_EBH_vMajsEcdCyeMOKPf68jWfw5G69DIeFFt54LWJX1GO__PZ3PX8-RKtbwKfMnYFSwwcQUa1-w6PL_HhSBgTxR0/w640-h640/IMG_8371.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Elinor Carucci. Collar surafricano favorito de la jueza Ruth Bader Ginsburg, con el que posó </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">para su retrato oficial en la Corte Suprema de los EE.UU. 2020.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"En la gélida noche,</span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">a la cabecera del cadáver del mendigo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">reluce una maravillosa puntilla o filigrana,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">tejida sobre la nieve por las patitas de los pájaros.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ni los Faraones, ni los Césares,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">tuvieron tal armiño en sus días de gloria,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">ni en sus tumbas."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>José Jiménez Lozano</b>. Mendigo muerto. </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Señores pájaros. Ed. Días contados. Barcelona, 2023.</span></div><div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6KtYIkkpYT7wFG1_-Ue8JYqNaHifpFWTzMuORPg_nfpbTJC3rKaRpDEmCSUGDRZ2iza_JcnzA_HOo44M52j_UaM01Y9nGNiXap5RJKI0kqPhrT8Rg9B7uQ74cRVARwktnP48jRJheR90NNcbHocZOPV_X7dhXr48HSXJj_ufZAbLYZEpGB6imgPjjrw/s1200/IMG_8370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6KtYIkkpYT7wFG1_-Ue8JYqNaHifpFWTzMuORPg_nfpbTJC3rKaRpDEmCSUGDRZ2iza_JcnzA_HOo44M52j_UaM01Y9nGNiXap5RJKI0kqPhrT8Rg9B7uQ74cRVARwktnP48jRJheR90NNcbHocZOPV_X7dhXr48HSXJj_ufZAbLYZEpGB6imgPjjrw/w640-h640/IMG_8370.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Elinor Carucci. Cuello de encaje de Johannesburgo elaborado por la artista Kim Lieberman para</span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">la jueza Ruth Bader Ginsburg. 2021</div></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span class="year" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><div style="color: #010101; font-family: "BodoniSevITC W08 Regular", serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 2.08px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;"><br /></div></span></div></div>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-87625641986631788882024-03-15T09:00:00.002+01:002024-03-15T18:16:05.052+01:00Contabilidad creativa<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-7ZoA2cCKPKBaDT1LnFs7QJAm-fqTBcor6R4X9aXsc3aU8ay0pfMIZO-FCoM159Vcr2QpBfq7zS0B6Ols50n8dJlcRq5efOH5U7HHsoBwDXgB8KZRCx2XFjm-4Llt9f2nmhAIC7yaBasarVaIXdX9rZyx5LYMwGeIC8_JoDSwq6qlcY2Ic3818Bu3zdU/s700/IMG_0166.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-7ZoA2cCKPKBaDT1LnFs7QJAm-fqTBcor6R4X9aXsc3aU8ay0pfMIZO-FCoM159Vcr2QpBfq7zS0B6Ols50n8dJlcRq5efOH5U7HHsoBwDXgB8KZRCx2XFjm-4Llt9f2nmhAIC7yaBasarVaIXdX9rZyx5LYMwGeIC8_JoDSwq6qlcY2Ic3818Bu3zdU/w490-h640/IMG_0166.JPG" width="490" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Joan Brossa. Desmontaje. 1974.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Resulta enternecedor escuchar a toda una señora presidenta de comunidad autónoma (¡y del PP, para más inri!) afirmar en solemne circunstancia que todo lo que tiene lo tiene “en A”. </span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Tan enternecedor como sospechoso.</span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxmVX0y_wRS66dgUicWJPmd3j9UP0qBthHkaiwbij3uIGKjBzG7IlPAvuW0jSKttZ407YTZEFHG2VLCAvfKkgg5mzw46QQEAjNfPYAtOAjaPqRhyRiE4POQEAgJOnfS1Nv3r4hXjRalZGms0vBVYXguNFZ_Ws9B21jptI4raH_ny-aBMGiMrxQlp7IAOE/s2510/IMG_0172.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1950" data-original-width="2510" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxmVX0y_wRS66dgUicWJPmd3j9UP0qBthHkaiwbij3uIGKjBzG7IlPAvuW0jSKttZ407YTZEFHG2VLCAvfKkgg5mzw46QQEAjNfPYAtOAjaPqRhyRiE4POQEAgJOnfS1Nv3r4hXjRalZGms0vBVYXguNFZ_Ws9B21jptI4raH_ny-aBMGiMrxQlp7IAOE/w640-h498/IMG_0172.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Joan Brossa. Pasa-Pasa. 1988.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><div><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;" /></div></div>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-66592422834466699352024-03-14T08:00:00.046+01:002024-03-14T08:00:00.134+01:00Líneas de fuga<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK7CPhEfdddsaUuPcIhw8O4P5tNb7cdzxyNDzaLM1u2rmHTaMWGstUShTiEpUiB3MXUVkPZO_WWnxkxoumA69Y6JQdWStgJQaDGAn4joiZwXXkSUTfx6YNnGIzD85p7o94GQHzqEr-4y4Bu_Frxrk2VHjSM32pAhAE_rUp_s3jUfN3Jikf57IQqJjCc9c/s1024/analisis-fotografia-jose-manuel-navia-cuenca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK7CPhEfdddsaUuPcIhw8O4P5tNb7cdzxyNDzaLM1u2rmHTaMWGstUShTiEpUiB3MXUVkPZO_WWnxkxoumA69Y6JQdWStgJQaDGAn4joiZwXXkSUTfx6YNnGIzD85p7o94GQHzqEr-4y4Bu_Frxrk2VHjSM32pAhAE_rUp_s3jUfN3Jikf57IQqJjCc9c/w640-h426/analisis-fotografia-jose-manuel-navia-cuenca.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">José Manuel Navia. Cuenca en la mirada. Cuenca. 2009-2010.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Escaparse en los sonidos que aún quedan del pasado: en el goteo de un grifo que cierra mal, en el cortar la hogaza, en los gritos del mercado, en la pala que aparta la nieve, en un ladrido muy lejano, en la tos de un enfermo."</span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Ramón Andrés</b>.</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> Caminos de intemperie. Galaxia Gutemberg, 2022.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAytfImbm8y6RsaUUEXFw3hMSIk7c3kG-Brd5xZZ8N_1ZLUnF2n2VJP6yMYVl5nxVCcln5y2QmaCisC7AMoq6ceMeobPia-n9XcxsJcg4QJWYo2huzfcr7Ya7k_GFfzNP9YdHsVpe_rYpcX8QMiVn40Aj9t2Eadn5b5THJS2RcCJsJt81EdjwfKcscdE/s2016/IMG_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAytfImbm8y6RsaUUEXFw3hMSIk7c3kG-Brd5xZZ8N_1ZLUnF2n2VJP6yMYVl5nxVCcln5y2QmaCisC7AMoq6ceMeobPia-n9XcxsJcg4QJWYo2huzfcr7Ya7k_GFfzNP9YdHsVpe_rYpcX8QMiVn40Aj9t2Eadn5b5THJS2RcCJsJt81EdjwfKcscdE/w480-h640/IMG_0014.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Autorretrato con V. frente a la crecida del Ebro. Logroño. 03.2024.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-19518831076677801032024-03-13T09:00:00.002+01:002024-03-13T09:00:00.161+01:00Aunque la mona se vista de seda...<div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbPwjE-qCe7EAwjCFj4dIj-kuW2-0oTIcWSb_AfSHHk9NgqUtKV7GVDmMrcP6T2SyW7yr7try_pUjEHpmiFeCV3QAqfPh_v-dIwkQIDRRJ_hMNn_00qiVwnyYW2qMb4Fn07KvNWfAZS7c6ofCQ8scANboqcJj9GisKE1DhfF-FMMi31TNti2gmfcOspYU/s2286/IMG_9844%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2286" data-original-width="1714" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbPwjE-qCe7EAwjCFj4dIj-kuW2-0oTIcWSb_AfSHHk9NgqUtKV7GVDmMrcP6T2SyW7yr7try_pUjEHpmiFeCV3QAqfPh_v-dIwkQIDRRJ_hMNn_00qiVwnyYW2qMb4Fn07KvNWfAZS7c6ofCQ8scANboqcJj9GisKE1DhfF-FMMi31TNti2gmfcOspYU/w480-h640/IMG_9844%20(1).jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Varios momios. Calle Viriato. Alicante. 02.2024.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">... no hay neorrelato revisionista, actualización interesada, justificación póstuma, disfraz o banalización que valga: un criminal es un criminal y lo es para siempre.</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5FNdHE3xsbGjsh7Dmc0WUH5LOBIInmzFzHPL2Ck8lIj9If07LFamhxz8keLhBB5K0XGKww6DA3bJtwDSV27XOTFazq5eduf2ZZN093QxxvebhkGTzSKm6PLg57KQy25Qw399wkjlGFeTyqPGUT7YxbTbxFkcZRZmFTHyR-Kx9rNC-EsXPixdBRLF9T0/s1280/IMG_0040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="767" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5FNdHE3xsbGjsh7Dmc0WUH5LOBIInmzFzHPL2Ck8lIj9If07LFamhxz8keLhBB5K0XGKww6DA3bJtwDSV27XOTFazq5eduf2ZZN093QxxvebhkGTzSKm6PLg57KQy25Qw399wkjlGFeTyqPGUT7YxbTbxFkcZRZmFTHyR-Kx9rNC-EsXPixdBRLF9T0/w384-h640/IMG_0040.jpg" width="384" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Fiigueers. Fotomontaje.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> Por más que lo disfracen, mona se queda.</span><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7nr4rEtEK0UGt5G75BEhfGX9XmFc4kAlMDc8lfXgNms8ET3IKKKJHql8vJWtu4XV33cPTjXthMIFsmWwSijM5BvqAOboiv17JNq343mrQ7_OQKkfiWHHuyXFJ3YtLOfH-RpFvloa4D9kT_sWCIFX3dzhyphenhyphenc-9LNUb2zhRbh2rPcWmmJgepKKPUu1dhv3o/s1280/IMG_0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="874" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7nr4rEtEK0UGt5G75BEhfGX9XmFc4kAlMDc8lfXgNms8ET3IKKKJHql8vJWtu4XV33cPTjXthMIFsmWwSijM5BvqAOboiv17JNq343mrQ7_OQKkfiWHHuyXFJ3YtLOfH-RpFvloa4D9kT_sWCIFX3dzhyphenhyphenc-9LNUb2zhRbh2rPcWmmJgepKKPUu1dhv3o/w438-h640/IMG_0043.jpg" width="438" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Fiigueers. Fotomontaje.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-63227283747144333052024-03-12T09:00:00.005+01:002024-03-12T09:00:00.136+01:00Sueños de colores<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivwla6y8wvId5Dc9UwVaxjRn7j5g2D5DTtRLykN7d6vAZ74lwozdPsaNfvptus55nnp4NjwTYkRIM7KRAekes3NYBB8KkYz5mos5syoLNGPyxVzXsjP8hq6WGb1ZPxj965VkQoMDy5L3sxeuwTBBXEEGLs0-aOGxnN292AUpJSNXnX0FPguhbTpu6bBPg/s2792/IMG_9939%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2792" data-original-width="2094" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivwla6y8wvId5Dc9UwVaxjRn7j5g2D5DTtRLykN7d6vAZ74lwozdPsaNfvptus55nnp4NjwTYkRIM7KRAekes3NYBB8KkYz5mos5syoLNGPyxVzXsjP8hq6WGb1ZPxj965VkQoMDy5L3sxeuwTBBXEEGLs0-aOGxnN292AUpJSNXnX0FPguhbTpu6bBPg/w480-h640/IMG_9939%20(1).jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Equipo Crónica. Alpino.1974.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"En las cajas de lápices guardan sus sueños los niños."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Ramón Gómez de la Serna</b>. Greguerías. 1940-45. Espasa-Calpe Argentina. Buenos Aires, 1945.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiemlUHE5nt_FMnVkyyk5eYrb1Ok7SZwFqiEGfPsz9hyphenhyphenqTDFeKZ5UjQ5xJwGTBM3lU3AWgY-5i8DIULKsLjsGFXRw67UVAohe6cJogat0PoPAWG2BwYLsBqxmoxcdU-1UAeXCrtb9OOVLYfY16XIEzVBivQwJ7_MKmtfy5wF5rNQsxk-7hp8x-voZgv9c/s701/alpino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="527" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiemlUHE5nt_FMnVkyyk5eYrb1Ok7SZwFqiEGfPsz9hyphenhyphenqTDFeKZ5UjQ5xJwGTBM3lU3AWgY-5i8DIULKsLjsGFXRw67UVAohe6cJogat0PoPAWG2BwYLsBqxmoxcdU-1UAeXCrtb9OOVLYfY16XIEzVBivQwJ7_MKmtfy5wF5rNQsxk-7hp8x-voZgv9c/w482-h640/alpino.jpg" width="482" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Caja de pinturas Alpino. Circa 1960.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-18905959091574457842024-03-11T08:50:00.002+01:002024-03-12T10:41:45.999+01:00Los vencejos<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0l_0XH2_1bnMa1-R8Di1ZKW9fScG9yDzmY13vQyTY-GPu990desxf1xLXPTN5wvd94OmESvXp2QQL7kjOz6a6PeWLgSt_r0uqInZQw4L3Zujwbzf2n3Vhcvy1eE6PI3v63Xtbe676696OdYC1nVtk1eW6WedlDgnU-DWh1FX2uFIdGBhdTSZUArsaIno/s1600/Juan%20Navarro%20Baldeweg,%20Vencejos,%201981.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1600" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0l_0XH2_1bnMa1-R8Di1ZKW9fScG9yDzmY13vQyTY-GPu990desxf1xLXPTN5wvd94OmESvXp2QQL7kjOz6a6PeWLgSt_r0uqInZQw4L3Zujwbzf2n3Vhcvy1eE6PI3v63Xtbe676696OdYC1nVtk1eW6WedlDgnU-DWh1FX2uFIdGBhdTSZUArsaIno/w640-h346/Juan%20Navarro%20Baldeweg,%20Vencejos,%201981.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Juan Navarro Baldeweg. Vencejos. 1981.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Jaula de oro de la tarde,<br />cúpula azul de porcelana;<br />los vencejos suben, bajan, giran,<br />chillan. No encuentran la salida,<br />la ventana del mundo."</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>José Jiménez Lozano</b>. Señores pájaros. Ed. Días contados. Barcelona, 2023.</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgash-nRYXBTTg9tLvUtP3KdKzrKEYowBLUzUMU994cs_Oizo3vUC-ZJGvaPlka6tyTh6clA0UkXhYGALLc0rT9e5iEZTWYyG2AmiD0fvGYX_GZLzLy96dooMrmzWR2d_4nUTHAAlUv1JV5XetvDB_aEoXDeqTbcucFACsFFJO-XkMKpw2rN78NziQjk1w/s922/Juan%20Navarro%20Baldeweg,%20Vencejos,%201980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="710" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgash-nRYXBTTg9tLvUtP3KdKzrKEYowBLUzUMU994cs_Oizo3vUC-ZJGvaPlka6tyTh6clA0UkXhYGALLc0rT9e5iEZTWYyG2AmiD0fvGYX_GZLzLy96dooMrmzWR2d_4nUTHAAlUv1JV5XetvDB_aEoXDeqTbcucFACsFFJO-XkMKpw2rN78NziQjk1w/w493-h640/Juan%20Navarro%20Baldeweg,%20Vencejos,%201980.jpg" width="493" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Juan Navarro Baldeweg. Vencejos. 1980.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-185149885969659822024-03-08T09:00:00.010+01:002024-03-08T13:22:39.226+01:00La música de la lectura es callada y solitaria<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMAxmCGpIQrXLHklkCBOj8VKCXGjVkPH__MFjELgx8jLvUZSfNcab30uDTH2Xz05tVQu8Ki00Xf-aUGWdoFTfje6joevfeekZaZmk2VyWVqzozy1_5UyZwM2DTRSJiMPxJaM_KHxbe2LlN11HSmPvIuufCErcc2HxpOsFAR13KrB0Mwn6B9rl9On-hwbg/s1023/IMG_7667%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="793" data-original-width="1023" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMAxmCGpIQrXLHklkCBOj8VKCXGjVkPH__MFjELgx8jLvUZSfNcab30uDTH2Xz05tVQu8Ki00Xf-aUGWdoFTfje6joevfeekZaZmk2VyWVqzozy1_5UyZwM2DTRSJiMPxJaM_KHxbe2LlN11HSmPvIuufCErcc2HxpOsFAR13KrB0Mwn6B9rl9On-hwbg/w640-h496/IMG_7667%20(1).jpg" width="640" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lee Miller. Joseph Cornell en su estudio de Nueva York. 1933.</span><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Leo a la mayoría de mis colegas y, al margen de los matices de sus respectivas posiciones, percibo un débil flatus vocis. A lo mejor hay épocas en las que la literatura parece sacudir el sentido de la vida. No es el caso. Qué libro actual consigue parar por un instante el ruido de eso que llaman la cultura de masas para hacerse oír. La novela es, por su estructura misma, por su exigencia, propia de una cultura de minorías, de burgueses que se encierran en su cuarto (tener una habitación propia, pedía la Woolf) para leer a la luz de una vela, de un quinqué, de una bombilla: se lee en soledad, la lectura pública es una quimera, cada cual camina a su paso por un libro, no me valen los lectores en voz alta de las fábricas cubanas de puros, o esas lecturas en plazas, patios de conventos y jardines durante los festivales que tanto le gustan a la gente de la cultura de las ciudades europeas. La música de los libros no es como la de los músicos de orquesta que suena igual para todos, al mismo tiempo, matemática: en la novela es el lector quien construye la música mientras camina en el libro."</span><br /><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Rafael Chirbes</b>. </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Diarios. A ratos perdidos 3 y 4. Anagrama, 2022.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoJ033X3t2T3rWY3g7QOFsaIGhq4XFEHjlRK2EiGgWB6vWi_oExK0YAohDqQprptjV9J0t1gI9Fz01Laogks8i-JybTz4mpSiQ-PF_R2C_VuCFdvZFpDluH4FEIO-uKhT9_ITCDb_qrxiVHZxizDxI-7RJPNILpIOaWb_CGNTIKBnMSAA8UMWKVgc-n4/s1320/IMG_7934.jpg" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1320" data-original-width="1320" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoJ033X3t2T3rWY3g7QOFsaIGhq4XFEHjlRK2EiGgWB6vWi_oExK0YAohDqQprptjV9J0t1gI9Fz01Laogks8i-JybTz4mpSiQ-PF_R2C_VuCFdvZFpDluH4FEIO-uKhT9_ITCDb_qrxiVHZxizDxI-7RJPNILpIOaWb_CGNTIKBnMSAA8UMWKVgc-n4/w640-h640/IMG_7934.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Mestizo. Ensamblaje de objetos encontrados. 2023.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"></span></p>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-74650092218775366482024-03-07T09:00:00.012+01:002024-03-07T09:00:00.157+01:00Elogio e intención<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYcg1nDfENRhbS6aTY0_KmL5S6cV3-h7xit8ZSJOIREaFJKYKQkpoW6j6fKmsFLaqiDvUGVTJkaUObE5cOxyF63Fd4KIHm-sqvGmi1tCm2QjFGY6Q7S62fhkPZQ48IHrlFrwmkz1wF_xsxsMM6HddJo3NLBxMVQanPVpcwK49IOnaY9EzPbUEinlMsAuI/s1754/IMG_9702.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1754" data-original-width="1382" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYcg1nDfENRhbS6aTY0_KmL5S6cV3-h7xit8ZSJOIREaFJKYKQkpoW6j6fKmsFLaqiDvUGVTJkaUObE5cOxyF63Fd4KIHm-sqvGmi1tCm2QjFGY6Q7S62fhkPZQ48IHrlFrwmkz1wF_xsxsMM6HddJo3NLBxMVQanPVpcwK49IOnaY9EzPbUEinlMsAuI/w504-h640/IMG_9702.jpg" width="504" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Volver al principio. Collage de objetos encontrados. 02.2024.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">(...) "¿Cuál es la mejor de esas frases, Land? Yo creo que es la que Jean Cocteau le dedicó a Marcel Proust. Y es esta: “<i>No se asemeja a nada que conozca y me recuerda a todo lo que más me gusta</i>”… Hermosa… Todo escritor serio y en serio no debería aspirar a otra cosa que el ser digno merecedor de esa cita, de ser invitado a acudir a esa cita." (...)<br /><br /><b>Rodrigo Fresán</b>. El estilo de los elementos. Random House, 2023.</span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM46hyphenhyphenneQBq2IB6iZ5ps97ZpjEsGGrGUoBc1Do5vs67xewYkn796KsGdT0CddoAe9JPGG0NzSlEq85W2aEcrFSkR3o05E2ayleFwd7-8NVlwqPSBLiFDXXyWQurvRNh9M6YcRlZx2pJIhH87Vqke_UBlFNT8p-dD_icfyGL6iVRlOOzuFiIP3oMvMOdDA/s1732/IMG_0035.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1732" data-original-width="1320" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM46hyphenhyphenneQBq2IB6iZ5ps97ZpjEsGGrGUoBc1Do5vs67xewYkn796KsGdT0CddoAe9JPGG0NzSlEq85W2aEcrFSkR3o05E2ayleFwd7-8NVlwqPSBLiFDXXyWQurvRNh9M6YcRlZx2pJIhH87Vqke_UBlFNT8p-dD_icfyGL6iVRlOOzuFiIP3oMvMOdDA/w488-h640/IMG_0035.jpg" width="488" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Lirio. Collage de la serie Breves bellezas muertas. 03.2024.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-34358370745622778312024-03-06T09:00:00.004+01:002024-03-06T09:00:00.229+01:00Nubosidad variable<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNgQP1Ip0A8uunDPaxJbEtrS68AZ6xeHMqkZ46su3stDbWjh4zeeDyqAddixYAcSEYca9OkSi0GWWolbWwD-gm1XA2HPEZZFDNtkWGbsosdARX06XC2bHcqOZhIV62hhFsMMamSzwGqNU8_gbfnf08Gs3YzKDCqyWzf7rwUL2maC-VerT-HUDovbjBmY/s2016/IMG_8487%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNgQP1Ip0A8uunDPaxJbEtrS68AZ6xeHMqkZ46su3stDbWjh4zeeDyqAddixYAcSEYca9OkSi0GWWolbWwD-gm1XA2HPEZZFDNtkWGbsosdARX06XC2bHcqOZhIV62hhFsMMamSzwGqNU8_gbfnf08Gs3YzKDCqyWzf7rwUL2maC-VerT-HUDovbjBmY/w640-h480/IMG_8487%20(1).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">F.G. Cartografía del paso del tiempo. Setenil de las bodegas. 12.2023.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiv1kSG7sq4fekN46DnKBC1_sx6KXmqMrpMGgq_TSwA8D9UyOA77OJZzdjnxauVtG5jAeY0w_KYPIFxAGhGg4e55X9G0DhUqERw0dQzL6HUW5GdSkeQU_F6K2bBk65B7S9Hc4AATT7JqfwE1MLpNrQVPlRguSXSD4JvADCy6GW5kWmgRPRd9cbS2p1iuk/s2016/IMG_5491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiv1kSG7sq4fekN46DnKBC1_sx6KXmqMrpMGgq_TSwA8D9UyOA77OJZzdjnxauVtG5jAeY0w_KYPIFxAGhGg4e55X9G0DhUqERw0dQzL6HUW5GdSkeQU_F6K2bBk65B7S9Hc4AATT7JqfwE1MLpNrQVPlRguSXSD4JvADCy6GW5kWmgRPRd9cbS2p1iuk/w640-h480/IMG_5491.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Texto de Alberto García-Alix en su exposición en la galería Albarrán Bourdais. Madrid. 07.2023. Foto de F.G.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvem55V5cIkKDQjvWemCmAkreE8MbsIhGgE3f33GbLnlBAtinRL0poYryX7bwbowXKQuelQn7Z-ygv1KcRyun7PKRlztOi9P0-VAjYvrr4eS-_Kd_iABlTZDgHbNzj7ARvkSsp6hKkfnx0Nw6fw5qleUeSk8fVDN5qkMCGjU3Ej3ruhoxjwgnGux3X8c/s2016/IMG_8488%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvem55V5cIkKDQjvWemCmAkreE8MbsIhGgE3f33GbLnlBAtinRL0poYryX7bwbowXKQuelQn7Z-ygv1KcRyun7PKRlztOi9P0-VAjYvrr4eS-_Kd_iABlTZDgHbNzj7ARvkSsp6hKkfnx0Nw6fw5qleUeSk8fVDN5qkMCGjU3Ej3ruhoxjwgnGux3X8c/w640-h480/IMG_8488%20(1).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. La sima. Setenil de las bodegas. 12.2023.</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-17041840933926930262024-03-05T09:00:00.010+01:002024-03-05T09:00:00.137+01:00Cuento viejo<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNwImAATFbL5K4MxvqSHywVqmq3ecFpSWbgjLhB4tMtsq3iB7-i300V13C5hcF3Kp0OKdiNME4wFQ7yejeEUo6fTMt6oTOWJJtAhyPm2gKDn5Hd7iWq19s_e0PsaOVfxeDWpbtk07wxuBYKUYJsG7yW0TN7HBHl4frPL6RzYQ0qpdGVqRceNwVVCJZPw/s1888/IMG_9874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1388" data-original-width="1888" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNwImAATFbL5K4MxvqSHywVqmq3ecFpSWbgjLhB4tMtsq3iB7-i300V13C5hcF3Kp0OKdiNME4wFQ7yejeEUo6fTMt6oTOWJJtAhyPm2gKDn5Hd7iWq19s_e0PsaOVfxeDWpbtk07wxuBYKUYJsG7yW0TN7HBHl4frPL6RzYQ0qpdGVqRceNwVVCJZPw/w640-h470/IMG_9874.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Cerco. Barrio de Santa Cruz, en Alicante. 02.2024.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">El marco lo tenían claro, y, dentro de él, como lo más natural, su papel preponderante y plenipotenciario, por tierra, mar y aire y por los siglos de los siglos.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-D_dnzRz57tzsZyv_Y2QbG0G_3Z8DNetExLLWOeIn0SVYXUvKtaeEt5tbjMfYPRU3u0m12SlN_Jpfg2JpWA_wynFPYFlKbTtbvo5xMc9mLkiFxsBhwwkHC0M-XkcLDgsDxc9_zYTPgLOxq4dxp87S3Fo_wp3bb7ZJOFCbOIrMfHNpxGeaLBJM1kOMYR8/s1906/IMG_9876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1906" data-original-width="1430" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-D_dnzRz57tzsZyv_Y2QbG0G_3Z8DNetExLLWOeIn0SVYXUvKtaeEt5tbjMfYPRU3u0m12SlN_Jpfg2JpWA_wynFPYFlKbTtbvo5xMc9mLkiFxsBhwwkHC0M-XkcLDgsDxc9_zYTPgLOxq4dxp87S3Fo_wp3bb7ZJOFCbOIrMfHNpxGeaLBJM1kOMYR8/w480-h640/IMG_9876.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Otra cosa es que la realidad, caótica y confusa, dinámica y variable, plural y contradictoria, no cupiera en pretensión tan elemental, tan primaria. Tan básica. Tan injustificable por arbitraria. </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YEAVPcAxrB-2POUF2oFPICnhdVt61tZ3A9iaR2HM3O8ox9BAgwE3KqxkNb6RF3tY4nKE1TpwqGP-jCMaBF13zw0ljJQrSTp_pU9XUEx0VFm3nw_fxuwFrMSk34_q2kbWIT1FES9FbVGpHMT_YFy_hwWR_7BsdJ-62YQdKDdA1-Tte1kDns_D8CJZhl4/s1912/IMG_9875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1434" data-original-width="1912" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YEAVPcAxrB-2POUF2oFPICnhdVt61tZ3A9iaR2HM3O8ox9BAgwE3KqxkNb6RF3tY4nKE1TpwqGP-jCMaBF13zw0ljJQrSTp_pU9XUEx0VFm3nw_fxuwFrMSk34_q2kbWIT1FES9FbVGpHMT_YFy_hwWR_7BsdJ-62YQdKDdA1-Tte1kDns_D8CJZhl4/w640-h480/IMG_9875.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Y no acababan de entenderlo. O sí, pero no les convenía de ninguna manera y había que fingir que aquello era un sindiós intolerable, y que todo debía ajustarse al supuesto marco de las esencias. A lo de siempre. <br />Contra toda evidencia.<span style="text-align: center;"> </span></span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: center;">Contra cualquier posibilidad.</span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWfofdt3_Xi59zNzMi8vweSDT6ploxhaQXcGxhYAlOMYi1_NpRbQHimSfHH1LJTu7kBjz-lIbg9hC48g83K_1g1P23qo9Auk8pPRVxUuui8QsdflTWP9dCBQR63MHpqhS1YoFWdbv56EjgtFwLiQonqqt_sjrsRNJIFmh6KJIvKfVvYNM_JKYndGkX3Jc/s1919/IMG_9873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1919" data-original-width="1439" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWfofdt3_Xi59zNzMi8vweSDT6ploxhaQXcGxhYAlOMYi1_NpRbQHimSfHH1LJTu7kBjz-lIbg9hC48g83K_1g1P23qo9Auk8pPRVxUuui8QsdflTWP9dCBQR63MHpqhS1YoFWdbv56EjgtFwLiQonqqt_sjrsRNJIFmh6KJIvKfVvYNM_JKYndGkX3Jc/w480-h640/IMG_9873.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p></div>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-23617857530077502282024-03-04T09:00:00.004+01:002024-03-04T09:00:00.154+01:00La escolta del discreto<div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheODVb7yLu_o6DcT8bjNGDs8e_xVn2mY_rcIUdMfNQJy0sachVVyXy4mYS4H5tXLpsCfYtXLoqSrmyqGHS5hQMDpGSa7Ss2KVZkKjYYi0XDhHez9pXFWsFlyfEnTmDlvUfSoau7igJkb4X3cUaupY6iULB8O4NTfoqn37aCPpYl-t75PT3U7pBR_uext0/s1834/IMG_9707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1376" data-original-width="1834" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheODVb7yLu_o6DcT8bjNGDs8e_xVn2mY_rcIUdMfNQJy0sachVVyXy4mYS4H5tXLpsCfYtXLoqSrmyqGHS5hQMDpGSa7Ss2KVZkKjYYi0XDhHez9pXFWsFlyfEnTmDlvUfSoau7igJkb4X3cUaupY6iULB8O4NTfoqn37aCPpYl-t75PT3U7pBR_uext0/w640-h480/IMG_9707.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. En el meandro de Contino. Laserna. 02.2023.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Un estornino entre dos pavos</span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">reales, un alto magistrado </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">entre maceros."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>José Jiménez Lozano</b>. Señores pájaros. Ed. Días contados. Barcelona, 2023.</span></div>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-85616723955106671422024-03-01T08:48:00.000+01:002024-03-01T08:48:26.163+01:00Los días tranquilos<div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAWTuCTt-mhaC0aTNACdbRdb9-Khyphenhyphen757ICJQxxvsatXt40FBPzRFq4LtnAlvBvIwYZ_o6ik_OZu3U3LlVFOOTBP-SXmXEo5M_tVfwh_CnOLT4JWYNt-m_VvTgw8ce2K8C-1e86lhx7Nv5BFXWkkf5J9jB1_h_VQARLmkOCkYD2ETDQ7IdcZ6VdGE5bV8M/s1948/IMG_9964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1462" data-original-width="1948" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAWTuCTt-mhaC0aTNACdbRdb9-Khyphenhyphen757ICJQxxvsatXt40FBPzRFq4LtnAlvBvIwYZ_o6ik_OZu3U3LlVFOOTBP-SXmXEo5M_tVfwh_CnOLT4JWYNt-m_VvTgw8ce2K8C-1e86lhx7Nv5BFXWkkf5J9jB1_h_VQARLmkOCkYD2ETDQ7IdcZ6VdGE5bV8M/w640-h480/IMG_9964.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Eco. Alicante. 02.2024.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"No se trata de un <i>aurea mediocritas</i>, pero bienaventurados los días sin pena ni gloria."</span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Ramón Andrés</b>. </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Caminos de intemperie. Galaxia Gutemberg, 2022.</span></div>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-21447475276284962162024-02-29T09:00:00.001+01:002024-02-29T09:00:00.207+01:00Mentir como quien parpadea<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1-qyS8xAPFMwzfmdI545rojufi7XATY12KappBQut1jKTsYO4zEX5xks0Z6XymGKyQWpJVA3Jm4wO071fb503ndrDFFxTyPSfpy1Lu3SoI8B-4I8pNqYYci6-xyLS9fuTTsr50sxqrrMZbtQnhnYctLYSCPmNHO4Uwqq7hnkSLDuGUtaHRRJfbChGfE/s2758/IMG_9816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2068" data-original-width="2758" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1-qyS8xAPFMwzfmdI545rojufi7XATY12KappBQut1jKTsYO4zEX5xks0Z6XymGKyQWpJVA3Jm4wO071fb503ndrDFFxTyPSfpy1Lu3SoI8B-4I8pNqYYci6-xyLS9fuTTsr50sxqrrMZbtQnhnYctLYSCPmNHO4Uwqq7hnkSLDuGUtaHRRJfbChGfE/w640-h480/IMG_9816.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Trabajos manuales. I. Collage encontrado. Alicante. 02.2024. Foto de F.G.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;">«El peor tipo de mentiroso (y no olvidar nunca que vienen en dos modelos: el mentiroso que añade y el mentiroso que omite) es aquel que no es consciente de que miente luego de tanto fingir que dice la verdad. Y de fingirlo tanto llega un momento en que ya no finge. Porque es aquel quien primero se miente a sí mismo, se lo cree y se cree a sí mismo, y después puede mentir de verdad a todos los demás y luego —de ser descubierto aunque cada</span><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"> vez sea más difícil hacerlo— excusarse con un “Yo no les mentí, fueron ellos quienes me creyeron”».</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Rodrigo Fresán</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;">. El estilo de los elementos. Random House, 2023.</span></span><br /><p style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"></p></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz4DRMsOuR-4fzTE6JAWXotq36XZnRcRZeL59pvr71bbQAk3ndeSHUU7_oOcDayIrtSS7WmwKMJvf09tJsQscNfdrUDFE4TzvnF3775h5XGRamWZdajBCqk_ZSiKJVlH-RjaMEgNC91SFKtmq57Fxb8mwLW2zLvXRreSIl8XKM9XELG8basbYRFj4QipU/s2828/IMG_9976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2122" data-original-width="2828" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz4DRMsOuR-4fzTE6JAWXotq36XZnRcRZeL59pvr71bbQAk3ndeSHUU7_oOcDayIrtSS7WmwKMJvf09tJsQscNfdrUDFE4TzvnF3775h5XGRamWZdajBCqk_ZSiKJVlH-RjaMEgNC91SFKtmq57Fxb8mwLW2zLvXRreSIl8XKM9XELG8basbYRFj4QipU/w640-h480/IMG_9976.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Trabajos manuales. II. Collage encontrado. Alicante. 02.2024. Foto de F.G.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-79931352257961322522024-02-28T09:00:00.000+01:002024-02-28T09:08:02.528+01:00Las nupcias de los colores<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuKVD0ZQ4HuAyxEFnga7wIYsSp_xvGlFUPnpdSuO5OVM-ND4ombb4HBG8k3BsQom9KiU8ZxR1hwUptokCNuMTvvCgblzdVuX60ujGGoZtbWZELMuYglTLDdWICsd37PeUtQu1P2lwwnclQYifixfbWGgF_vfOjGWYdHs91gIcxLIrhegx3sFn3mjRltM/s2016/IMG_5876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuKVD0ZQ4HuAyxEFnga7wIYsSp_xvGlFUPnpdSuO5OVM-ND4ombb4HBG8k3BsQom9KiU8ZxR1hwUptokCNuMTvvCgblzdVuX60ujGGoZtbWZELMuYglTLDdWICsd37PeUtQu1P2lwwnclQYifixfbWGgF_vfOjGWYdHs91gIcxLIrhegx3sFn3mjRltM/w640-h480/IMG_5876.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Piscinas depuradoras del balneario de Arnedillo. 08.2023.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Amarillo es el día.<br />Azul es la noche.<br />Verde se extiende el mundo.<br />Luz y tinieblas se desposan<br />tanto en la oscuridad como en la claridad.<br />Con el color se manifiesta el universo.<br />Gracias a los colores se disciernen unas cosas de otras.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br />Cuando la lluvia y el sol,<br />cansados de sus discordias en las nubes,<br />unen lo árido y lo húmedo<br />en las nupcias de los colores,<br />entonces resplandece lo oscuro y lo luminoso,<br />e irradia en arco desde el cielo<br />nuestro ojo, nuestro mundo."</span><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Hannah Arendt</b>. Didáctica de los colores según Goethe. (Poema 59). Versión de Alberto Ciria. Recogido en </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i>Hannah Arendt. Poemas. </i>Ed Herder, 2017.</span><br /></div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_9T5MBYcGQ298ZV0PBpWa73uDMUg9uV0ClHnvcMm56m4dYUd-ZvmiGTMVORLCy68bPYz5qp7O0Ouv8wbHH3DUczcTpWdUFnuXry3IzxtXpi_6qIG9b_DyHS-Q8InXV0PCq6kQJTymmBsOtoaC_-atIgzSznvS9VC_n49jdED4awB14ZuMalgCzyTR2Y/s3402/Arco_Iris_-_%C3%89mile-Ren%C3%A9_M%C3%A9nard.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2334" data-original-width="3402" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_9T5MBYcGQ298ZV0PBpWa73uDMUg9uV0ClHnvcMm56m4dYUd-ZvmiGTMVORLCy68bPYz5qp7O0Ouv8wbHH3DUczcTpWdUFnuXry3IzxtXpi_6qIG9b_DyHS-Q8InXV0PCq6kQJTymmBsOtoaC_-atIgzSznvS9VC_n49jdED4awB14ZuMalgCzyTR2Y/w640-h440/Arco_Iris_-_%C3%89mile-Ren%C3%A9_M%C3%A9nard.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Émile-René Ménard. Arco iris. Circa 1890.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-72799507575745967952024-02-27T09:00:00.001+01:002024-02-27T09:00:00.148+01:00Raros<p><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-family: "Times New Roman"; letter-spacing: normal; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-transform: none; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqv03n7oosqMTwp03oj3pJNNYd3oIuAMJx1yMvXXGaThYVL4VFfc7lFbl8tnVUbmcJEE63rG9ZimmXgZdJpBdivZSXuz_vhyphenhyphenKI2fFwnMX6JKdUEguhR89qOeQClh7pPDorf6CeeAD00NWvWdiONt7X68xG8sRTwYex8-EwfrCCw9JC3taaXGjDPcFIvPY/s2497/Captura%20de%20pantalla%202024-02-23%20163450.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1698" data-original-width="2497" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqv03n7oosqMTwp03oj3pJNNYd3oIuAMJx1yMvXXGaThYVL4VFfc7lFbl8tnVUbmcJEE63rG9ZimmXgZdJpBdivZSXuz_vhyphenhyphenKI2fFwnMX6JKdUEguhR89qOeQClh7pPDorf6CeeAD00NWvWdiONt7X68xG8sRTwYex8-EwfrCCw9JC3taaXGjDPcFIvPY/w640-h436/Captura%20de%20pantalla%202024-02-23%20163450.png" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">Annie Leibovitz. El futuro gobernador de California, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Míster Olympia en Sudáfrica. 1975.</span></span><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Damos por supuesto que todos los raros son iguales cuando lo cierto es que cada uno es raro jodidamente a su manera."</span></span></p><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><b>Esther García Llovet</b>, Los guapos. Anagrama, 2024.</span></span></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnkAH1jcCjUsgZ-2lXMkbOC37uy4RrVhgBC-cEOoIdgGlqizIS4dDexqJHr36aRXwtl4RFJXyOTa2hirRJz8zNbFflLV1IqyIb5U3uCx-DwJBQ8G88i-KpszOEnhPrcuR_6I1VZ-XU2wxpcobHQYbqDbwyd1HCBLyCNsBWSs_DOlgqCVZDEf5FIdw__E/s1536/IMG_2125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1215" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnkAH1jcCjUsgZ-2lXMkbOC37uy4RrVhgBC-cEOoIdgGlqizIS4dDexqJHr36aRXwtl4RFJXyOTa2hirRJz8zNbFflLV1IqyIb5U3uCx-DwJBQ8G88i-KpszOEnhPrcuR_6I1VZ-XU2wxpcobHQYbqDbwyd1HCBLyCNsBWSs_DOlgqCVZDEf5FIdw__E/w506-h640/IMG_2125.JPG" width="506" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small; vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">Mary Ellen Mark. Clayton Moore, ex Llanero Solitario, en casa. Los Ángeles. 1992.</span></span></span></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-9524332876336605922024-02-26T09:00:00.002+01:002024-02-26T09:00:00.278+01:00El problema de la vivienda, o "mal que no mejora, empeora"<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWD7RKNNJ87ablwcZilItJe1xmd4A7-llKNhO3KpXAzWStIY9Keirgfhu7ga4fHcrphVhMCkD_x9jiERcRSBwswLJ9kdMaakWbjls09a-Qyv0Pmz9F_0etb0EOD_SpbXAzaCTuxwxWtvZfltadfMdluCNuwkYI2QYTiSAGo-e5AaVRwlJJgAxzG3eck7w/s650/cangrebombill.webp" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="650" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWD7RKNNJ87ablwcZilItJe1xmd4A7-llKNhO3KpXAzWStIY9Keirgfhu7ga4fHcrphVhMCkD_x9jiERcRSBwswLJ9kdMaakWbjls09a-Qyv0Pmz9F_0etb0EOD_SpbXAzaCTuxwxWtvZfltadfMdluCNuwkYI2QYTiSAGo-e5AaVRwlJJgAxzG3eck7w/w640-h424/cangrebombill.webp" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Fotografías de Shawn Miller sobre soluciones habitacionales entre los cangrejos ermitaños.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">(...) "La llamada penuria de la vivienda, que representa hoy un papel tan grande en la prensa, no consiste en que la clase obrera en general viva en malas viviendas, superpobladas e insalubres. </span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnjM3Ff_S1To0IhxvdTNXOanzGcodwqBMHsIksW-EPU2CalC7HQwtY7LScR-Symp4b-tCZkRAkiVqDY6B2DLeF9NUQyRkoN_5KFzZybD4VqO72leNQKdsXNgLictFowVuvXOZMfo2-EcA_pFCVqcr0IC0zoJrgfH7ag595CF5UghyphenhyphenvNQN4uFCNBkoD2w/s800/1514349437.jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnjM3Ff_S1To0IhxvdTNXOanzGcodwqBMHsIksW-EPU2CalC7HQwtY7LScR-Symp4b-tCZkRAkiVqDY6B2DLeF9NUQyRkoN_5KFzZybD4VqO72leNQKdsXNgLictFowVuvXOZMfo2-EcA_pFCVqcr0IC0zoJrgfH7ag595CF5UghyphenhyphenvNQN4uFCNBkoD2w/w640-h426/1514349437.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Esta penuria de la vivienda no es peculiar del momento presente; ni siquiera es una de las miserias propias del proletariado moderno a diferencia de todas las clases oprimidas del pasado; por el contrario, ha afectado de una manera casi igual a todas las clases oprimidas de todos los tiempos. </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvesNfvQ_TWadKHUofcc3GQpCVXoeWK1C-BnffT-d89kQ6qHJUng08oXh7xnQpFRbsuARgqLlCi40H_SriTGJym9o1q7SJJ55cJjDnmcge4lMQ1QFquSqp2STKLjzrbW4zZVtnh7fZQtQYs2jHt9EUHJv_c55sCCTZJAiNZMvnyw_86l2Ou7jfa1P_Ng/s596/Mosaico%20de%20cangrejos%20ermita%C3%B1os%20usando%20distintos%20desechos%20como%20caparaz%C3%B3n.....jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="337" data-original-width="596" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvesNfvQ_TWadKHUofcc3GQpCVXoeWK1C-BnffT-d89kQ6qHJUng08oXh7xnQpFRbsuARgqLlCi40H_SriTGJym9o1q7SJJ55cJjDnmcge4lMQ1QFquSqp2STKLjzrbW4zZVtnh7fZQtQYs2jHt9EUHJv_c55sCCTZJAiNZMvnyw_86l2Ou7jfa1P_Ng/w640-h362/Mosaico%20de%20cangrejos%20ermita%C3%B1os%20usando%20distintos%20desechos%20como%20caparaz%C3%B3n.....jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Para acabar con esta penuria de la vivienda no hay más que un medio: abolir la explotación y la opresión de las clases laboriosas por la clase dominante. </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwWX8314T7oWx19-_w3Xj_Gbf8EPrMJXjlv0PFXy0SKGLrFN1JLTDLejXeCEt6LrFux4HO7-LHYsjgTZBkX8UV0UYlKhRaovU5-lfugX8K8H-MDlhIbakaaV8AJjhZubBrDlO7L0_EQx1OEA35CG4UidvuVJUMH8ZYGIEeoqdjBv1c8A5U0wEaVxHJYxk/s800/1514349463.jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwWX8314T7oWx19-_w3Xj_Gbf8EPrMJXjlv0PFXy0SKGLrFN1JLTDLejXeCEt6LrFux4HO7-LHYsjgTZBkX8UV0UYlKhRaovU5-lfugX8K8H-MDlhIbakaaV8AJjhZubBrDlO7L0_EQx1OEA35CG4UidvuVJUMH8ZYGIEeoqdjBv1c8A5U0wEaVxHJYxk/w640-h426/1514349463.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Lo que hoy se entiende por penuria de la vivienda es la particular agravación de las malas condiciones de vivienda de los obreros a consecuencia de la afluencia repentina de la población hacia las grandes ciudades; es el alza formidable de los alquileres, una mayor aglomeración de inquilinos en cada casa y, para algunos, la imposibilidad total de encontrar albergue. </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtqbTrzUWQEMwwSxuR3X7-HenH0JdP8jXqirINc8-tYWiBzhbfqZKHvTf84Fc9uPhMPDeZhkuLEEow6uCYy9XwDjWdr0ABrNoisGB-dcCyjN_yLkRC64k2udvTt520ns7DauCvdAEBpEOZwTYY0yv26UuQd8zW48V4Ni5oNzywnmlm5gCkahJnR-BfPA/s596/Mosaico%20de%20cangrejos%20ermita%C3%B1os%20usando%20distintos%20desechos%20como%20caparaz%C3%B3n..jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="596" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtqbTrzUWQEMwwSxuR3X7-HenH0JdP8jXqirINc8-tYWiBzhbfqZKHvTf84Fc9uPhMPDeZhkuLEEow6uCYy9XwDjWdr0ABrNoisGB-dcCyjN_yLkRC64k2udvTt520ns7DauCvdAEBpEOZwTYY0yv26UuQd8zW48V4Ni5oNzywnmlm5gCkahJnR-BfPA/w640-h358/Mosaico%20de%20cangrejos%20ermita%C3%B1os%20usando%20distintos%20desechos%20como%20caparaz%C3%B3n..jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Y esta penuria de la vivienda da tanto que hablar porque no afecta sólo a la clase obrera, sino igualmente a la pequeña burguesía." (...)<br /><br /><b>Federico Engels</b>. Contribución al problema de la vivienda. Leipzig,1869-76.</span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0IMWM-5J9lOFBhYZEbLb4I3cHdQIyoCf_luM3PsrHQMxIbQhwr5UB9AGohcUGQTpvTVtyCt1VSOa4qE5bNj1KjwMOEIV6stgSScFVrtMzv_njE_LdmmjFK54-cI77N61XCxkjcuEu-U4WM7ea_HNN1-MXZvN_3PQ_LLGCaP6j2vjCg6qkTs3trajfJU/s800/1514349398.jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0IMWM-5J9lOFBhYZEbLb4I3cHdQIyoCf_luM3PsrHQMxIbQhwr5UB9AGohcUGQTpvTVtyCt1VSOa4qE5bNj1KjwMOEIV6stgSScFVrtMzv_njE_LdmmjFK54-cI77N61XCxkjcuEu-U4WM7ea_HNN1-MXZvN_3PQ_LLGCaP6j2vjCg6qkTs3trajfJU/w640-h426/1514349398.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Todo se complica, se renueva, crece, se justifica de otras maneras y se hace más creativo y pintoresco hasta llegar a lo aberrante, pero nada se soluciona.</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4ghvV_EZA0k8NRiSKLJ_FFdYiIRIx_5CoLF6jD6nCv-hfccMA9leF3tjEhHe1xY_NlkU0qmrxB1mt2K-revqu7_DI6D2KxoisgczAT2E46xPQXql0BikVSh-yiEFxTrXSCPKs743NCVEZDcf0lj26z1gvqy0KlPX47zjvVrYsU7wWAMXUetEGX0QS7Y/s800/1514349479.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="529" data-original-width="800" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4ghvV_EZA0k8NRiSKLJ_FFdYiIRIx_5CoLF6jD6nCv-hfccMA9leF3tjEhHe1xY_NlkU0qmrxB1mt2K-revqu7_DI6D2KxoisgczAT2E46xPQXql0BikVSh-yiEFxTrXSCPKs743NCVEZDcf0lj26z1gvqy0KlPX47zjvVrYsU7wWAMXUetEGX0QS7Y/w640-h424/1514349479.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></span></div></div>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-67813183036028728412024-02-24T07:30:00.001+01:002024-02-24T07:30:00.256+01:00Sigo vivo<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFYJuHz4dCCwv_-OY1Qzc_ehTjDO5ig1WTS1r7upGcn6NWTV3t1y4p_s-QFWCWbizBKZdnACy2yXUDZzbY4pzQ2be3H_K3wkkcqgiEMyxfNDOFfkOrIWkzVEjVxFQji2T5ffwDZIEcgWh0oib6CwJgJWjnVTZukxzjTTgGcHxNybsHfIqXbrutz0xVlAc/s1791/IMG_8435%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1343" data-original-width="1791" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFYJuHz4dCCwv_-OY1Qzc_ehTjDO5ig1WTS1r7upGcn6NWTV3t1y4p_s-QFWCWbizBKZdnACy2yXUDZzbY4pzQ2be3H_K3wkkcqgiEMyxfNDOFfkOrIWkzVEjVxFQji2T5ffwDZIEcgWh0oib6CwJgJWjnVTZukxzjTTgGcHxNybsHfIqXbrutz0xVlAc/w640-h480/IMG_8435%20(2).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Real Maestranza de Caballería de Ronda. 12.2023. </span></td></tr></tbody></table> <span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">He llegado a los setenta.</span><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSdD9LFCIlJrAuzCWEjzjICSGUEJAoZjI78PKdVIlffPeAKr0fo-g9KB3F_iwQfb7k05tf-4RrGa9zWba0cxs5b08kvBcrT0ipHtgWfpVCI3rIzKGSo0yGJjARDmZv065-4aU1XWLNO3PkGLvqVTXjvwSTNiRM3jMnU6ZURgwBqHZXzl2H932f4c-rcQ/s1678/IMG_5435.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1678" data-original-width="1259" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSdD9LFCIlJrAuzCWEjzjICSGUEJAoZjI78PKdVIlffPeAKr0fo-g9KB3F_iwQfb7k05tf-4RrGa9zWba0cxs5b08kvBcrT0ipHtgWfpVCI3rIzKGSo0yGJjARDmZv065-4aU1XWLNO3PkGLvqVTXjvwSTNiRM3jMnU6ZURgwBqHZXzl2H932f4c-rcQ/w480-h640/IMG_5435.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Galería de las Colecciones Reales. Madrid.07.2023.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Y sigo vivo.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AFH89nFpk7RhKCiOjOigxxEj7Einu6MpQfpaybsp_pNmMbBJvbJvFrqner_9Q41IK2vbF7Ud6mPIFy-7l8kG6Cf91MyXxB1h0YCywjybBDq-ESzEqy4quK8vhbnPsqqLueO78A_TkonStaw-hHOK0gPG7Z3jqHvsbl9Hdoh-ZlsmHUKd1VYZ2i52YuM/s779/i-am-still-alive-on-kawara-54954-copyright-kroller-muller-museum%20Sigo%20vivo.%2015%20May%201971.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="779" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AFH89nFpk7RhKCiOjOigxxEj7Einu6MpQfpaybsp_pNmMbBJvbJvFrqner_9Q41IK2vbF7Ud6mPIFy-7l8kG6Cf91MyXxB1h0YCywjybBDq-ESzEqy4quK8vhbnPsqqLueO78A_TkonStaw-hHOK0gPG7Z3jqHvsbl9Hdoh-ZlsmHUKd1VYZ2i52YuM/w640-h492/i-am-still-alive-on-kawara-54954-copyright-kroller-muller-museum%20Sigo%20vivo.%2015%20May%201971.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">On Kawara. i am still alive. 15 de mayo de 1971.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-88051435827817230662024-02-23T08:40:00.000+01:002024-02-23T08:40:05.651+01:00Aguas mansas<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiwAzvVkpZ0RzRwlcxRVdFCGuT3jimGxzmE7kHqtm9pK6u3LlFeNKPjA6BCRhHnbMvFjpWhYKHOjdACUIJVhQ80YTx8IVkmOkShrydaOWBxk_hgWXuV6_yz000iGpY9xD636BH-VZXp2Uv7BJ7BFYidzWRsiDnUkK1b3b4Y31PdXWoDqbHXLhIwQ_N3Ck/s640/IMG_9582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiwAzvVkpZ0RzRwlcxRVdFCGuT3jimGxzmE7kHqtm9pK6u3LlFeNKPjA6BCRhHnbMvFjpWhYKHOjdACUIJVhQ80YTx8IVkmOkShrydaOWBxk_hgWXuV6_yz000iGpY9xD636BH-VZXp2Uv7BJ7BFYidzWRsiDnUkK1b3b4Y31PdXWoDqbHXLhIwQ_N3Ck/w640-h480/IMG_9582.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Aguas mansas en los jardines del Museo Würth La Rioja. Agoncillo. 02.2024.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjStbPWFjjM3f-9X_JNtKHMV1PEdbKGm68mjUsJ7tgVYV-KTocx6HzasWA7xwVahdpj6p7HVENg4KnmpjytdPRsAoY4CCtM5Lh0xiIyhcQ7NNP30qsLG2939lri7g_9xDXDwd_ML-Nd-jqVOIYRcPIx-0RTmx2uHW3v22O9tRCz28HeXoPiCRWNrf4LbtM/s640/IMG_9583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjStbPWFjjM3f-9X_JNtKHMV1PEdbKGm68mjUsJ7tgVYV-KTocx6HzasWA7xwVahdpj6p7HVENg4KnmpjytdPRsAoY4CCtM5Lh0xiIyhcQ7NNP30qsLG2939lri7g_9xDXDwd_ML-Nd-jqVOIYRcPIx-0RTmx2uHW3v22O9tRCz28HeXoPiCRWNrf4LbtM/w640-h480/IMG_9583.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Aguas mansas en los jardines del Museo Würth La Rioja. Agoncillo. 02.2024.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNIOQIvXusieyyDHBMoB-AOOcD0BWlZusVcGfCm7VTSm1EDoHmq_Lbm3p057wsWDWlX7tDf-otk8JuPnBYRtYMeJnKNgM4U5u8Uv-LHBHhguEYQ2sohhUgCxvNd1XN0Q2MjXtaTqLcrEAAr7yIfE5ooHZRH5RQgk35lYz6isqIFvDxnoDll8CLCAF614/s640/IMG_9584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNIOQIvXusieyyDHBMoB-AOOcD0BWlZusVcGfCm7VTSm1EDoHmq_Lbm3p057wsWDWlX7tDf-otk8JuPnBYRtYMeJnKNgM4U5u8Uv-LHBHhguEYQ2sohhUgCxvNd1XN0Q2MjXtaTqLcrEAAr7yIfE5ooHZRH5RQgk35lYz6isqIFvDxnoDll8CLCAF614/w640-h480/IMG_9584.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Aguas mansas en los jardines del Museo Würth La Rioja. Agoncillo. 02.2024.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-54206521021395584732024-02-22T08:57:00.006+01:002024-02-22T10:24:47.145+01:00Rastreo<div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lvjFJhbcorm_7U6hMyUtVGqJnvNat4W6laSxm73PNuFq5JmYZ47O94HqfeC16vCiRTcj-T3KEzKS8_bdma4-1CSY1RNKlxa4wqBUZ3p7lR3_Hh6yeKDP7FNOD85IgG1V6_5hlFSYiZmxiIqXp4XoX_V3aK_8S7M9PjqYyho85g16wMNt891jrX2Imhc/s2016/IMG_4812.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lvjFJhbcorm_7U6hMyUtVGqJnvNat4W6laSxm73PNuFq5JmYZ47O94HqfeC16vCiRTcj-T3KEzKS8_bdma4-1CSY1RNKlxa4wqBUZ3p7lR3_Hh6yeKDP7FNOD85IgG1V6_5hlFSYiZmxiIqXp4XoX_V3aK_8S7M9PjqYyho85g16wMNt891jrX2Imhc/w640-h480/IMG_4812.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><h1 style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Camino de la estanca. Calahorra. 06.2023.</span></span></h1></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Hay que buscarse entre los restos."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Ramón Andrés</b>. Caminos de intemperie. Galaxia Gutemberg, 2022.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiinBzG5ZaQTZ3k3BGfe-vRiS3yPrSUnFvacr61XYSqrATYOcxRPTs2KsCVqh7HdeuE2ilXzwdCYvgT9JJrWCu_L1dbtAgPTe4owFyiAx9dAOwmmjFca5CUGO4KwA8_X_vBJGJFFOC1f6J9AlZG3m_10PLQ96qNjrbXkLO4crDHEaBWLzbn_-CpWSgBI_o/s2016/IMG_4814.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiinBzG5ZaQTZ3k3BGfe-vRiS3yPrSUnFvacr61XYSqrATYOcxRPTs2KsCVqh7HdeuE2ilXzwdCYvgT9JJrWCu_L1dbtAgPTe4owFyiAx9dAOwmmjFca5CUGO4KwA8_X_vBJGJFFOC1f6J9AlZG3m_10PLQ96qNjrbXkLO4crDHEaBWLzbn_-CpWSgBI_o/w480-h640/IMG_4814.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">F.G. Camino de la estanca. Calahorra. 06.2023.</span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div></span></h1></span></div>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-85239630840900344942024-02-21T09:00:00.003+01:002024-02-21T09:00:00.245+01:00Justito<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGaxv2nyFtzE9Aabi55BQfU6rcriwXBwt0bsQm4B5fnu1qpfkwXYoPkfq81B6hb02FYxk6-WdLsDCBGFhmv73ILxpPGWzku5HTLZXPtEoQFMYZKn-nbKiGIP_FHrW38g_W4JphgzyXshCTPYkhwk4plrrQ2xdtq-yWsTDPUE1klccV2WyVtXGpP_1pJY/s1446/IMG_8477.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1446" data-original-width="1446" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGaxv2nyFtzE9Aabi55BQfU6rcriwXBwt0bsQm4B5fnu1qpfkwXYoPkfq81B6hb02FYxk6-WdLsDCBGFhmv73ILxpPGWzku5HTLZXPtEoQFMYZKn-nbKiGIP_FHrW38g_W4JphgzyXshCTPYkhwk4plrrQ2xdtq-yWsTDPUE1klccV2WyVtXGpP_1pJY/w640-h640/IMG_8477.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. La gran esperanza blanca. Setenil de las bodegas. 12.2023.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Lo poco que daba de sí lo derrochaba en énfasis.</span></p>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-83702191924685686622024-02-20T09:00:00.021+01:002024-02-20T09:00:00.299+01:00Unas cuantas portadas de discos con fotos de William Eggleston<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVi-Z00qlCZKbLiyQKon1fsPCYw0BiGPx-UYPDHywYJEtH78R0fFA5q0qT5AHQeBvjMb1VuQdR4_OMmXJjwpB8xznAMYV0nckwJJJd2MFH4UY5a5U6BjhCtThN0-xeDJm4WJTth6ipnZJBcrl5pEgkeR2fFr__lHJUv1UvbXdvteM_iNk2-zpxQ_qkXU/s1200/The%20Black%20Keys%20Delta%20Kream%202021%20Nonesuch.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVi-Z00qlCZKbLiyQKon1fsPCYw0BiGPx-UYPDHywYJEtH78R0fFA5q0qT5AHQeBvjMb1VuQdR4_OMmXJjwpB8xznAMYV0nckwJJJd2MFH4UY5a5U6BjhCtThN0-xeDJm4WJTth6ipnZJBcrl5pEgkeR2fFr__lHJUv1UvbXdvteM_iNk2-zpxQ_qkXU/w640-h640/The%20Black%20Keys%20Delta%20Kream%202021%20Nonesuch.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">The Black Keys. Delta Kream. 2021.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Tras su apariencia elemental, directa, descuidada, carente de cualquier tipo de retórica o sofisticación, casi siempre referida a asuntos banales, cotidianos, a menudo marginales, con encuadres y puntos de vista nada ortodoxos, las fotografías de <b>William Eggleston</b> forman parte primordial del actual imaginario popular norteamericano y su amplio trabajo influye poderosamente entre varias generaciones de fotógrafos y cineastas de todo el mundo.</span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2z4d8Ny2k8MnC6FApDD5OsbyW_99bL4wiaIwrozXKycUbMlwWMrD5VzXR7KUiE7kzk5TeTak-5FwslPu1ufWGOjfLAdu6eHewH28Wu0pFeEAfl5sjyInKrboyg8dYpSSfMELjh4ZWfwyVxua2Fm6N3C1dwHbDk28krxvm9RKnlbiLWSf9G8CiAkUK5g/s1500/91fivyuXoRL._SL1500_%20Green%20on%20Red.%20here%20come%20the%20snakes%20&%20gas%20food%20lodging.%201989..jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1482" data-original-width="1500" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2z4d8Ny2k8MnC6FApDD5OsbyW_99bL4wiaIwrozXKycUbMlwWMrD5VzXR7KUiE7kzk5TeTak-5FwslPu1ufWGOjfLAdu6eHewH28Wu0pFeEAfl5sjyInKrboyg8dYpSSfMELjh4ZWfwyVxua2Fm6N3C1dwHbDk28krxvm9RKnlbiLWSf9G8CiAkUK5g/w640-h632/91fivyuXoRL._SL1500_%20Green%20on%20Red.%20here%20come%20the%20snakes%20&%20gas%20food%20lodging.%201989..jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Green on Red. Here Come The Snakes & Gas Food Lodging. 1989.<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ese influjo llegó también hace tiempo a la escena musical alternativa (el propio Eggleston es un músico bien interesante, vocacionalmente marginal, que puedes escuchar en spotify) y frecuentemente sus imágenes han sido utilizadas como motivo de portadas de discos, con acierto desigual a causa de lo añadido a esos destellos de realidad saturada, casi siempre inesperada para los espectadores por puro conocida, por inmediata. </span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFjCW0AZV1qMOfBhT0-pNwUIYV1mUnNF-PwPIVrYFy3CUqmMttZ2zVBh_Gfz79nCg5NlOmHYMIGjlOI8Xy7s0VROndBX2ctgLUEANNqMVgq26_3hU7wIm_mW6kcIdKumWgtOCTcAQkAxl4vqqlqRn9kSJe5dm-bYDUtI12Ofy3uMapt4Rl2FUmJepr_Fs/s1000/658c1bb78e5f0.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFjCW0AZV1qMOfBhT0-pNwUIYV1mUnNF-PwPIVrYFy3CUqmMttZ2zVBh_Gfz79nCg5NlOmHYMIGjlOI8Xy7s0VROndBX2ctgLUEANNqMVgq26_3hU7wIm_mW6kcIdKumWgtOCTcAQkAxl4vqqlqRn9kSJe5dm-bYDUtI12Ofy3uMapt4Rl2FUmJepr_Fs/w640-h640/658c1bb78e5f0.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Spoon. Transference. 2010.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1tskeEhZB6G1hQDaOu8Rq8shZRm3dcYd1EJPRVyn71yAZfTJ5511ce10WuVoH6ombfq7zUZLYKe5AzG8v_VYVZwcfdCfZX4wdUOjS7ebjtQYegcMphNFHcH3CjJzaXgAFirO54tLThfZTv_bZ6g5SEh0QOBYkIKp8692NfzzAutWjCOZnAYQNEEtVvYg/s566/Primal%20Scream,%20%E2%80%98Give%20Out%20But%20Don%E2%80%99t%20Give%20Up%E2%80%99.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="565" data-original-width="566" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1tskeEhZB6G1hQDaOu8Rq8shZRm3dcYd1EJPRVyn71yAZfTJ5511ce10WuVoH6ombfq7zUZLYKe5AzG8v_VYVZwcfdCfZX4wdUOjS7ebjtQYegcMphNFHcH3CjJzaXgAFirO54tLThfZTv_bZ6g5SEh0QOBYkIKp8692NfzzAutWjCOZnAYQNEEtVvYg/w640-h638/Primal%20Scream,%20%E2%80%98Give%20Out%20But%20Don%E2%80%99t%20Give%20Up%E2%80%99.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Primal Scream, Give Out But Don’t Give Up. 1994-2018.<br /></span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9_AjTnD_hPAlfpDy3Rs8NGJBA3EuDghOReOfHFg5Ivuv3YQW3q-On94LqZx6cZewh2HvgGjWYiUnkphGZWwUOn9oLFIxjpMisXUmTPbC6HTcr9lPpxd6vSp8Y62q9mAGpOJioWY98y6nvxIUNZyBymJ9532n1FiO4KRC6HjdN3ykEpo5z8Rb-wzBf0w/s1200/658c1d4786112.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1192" data-original-width="1200" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9_AjTnD_hPAlfpDy3Rs8NGJBA3EuDghOReOfHFg5Ivuv3YQW3q-On94LqZx6cZewh2HvgGjWYiUnkphGZWwUOn9oLFIxjpMisXUmTPbC6HTcr9lPpxd6vSp8Y62q9mAGpOJioWY98y6nvxIUNZyBymJ9532n1FiO4KRC6HjdN3ykEpo5z8Rb-wzBf0w/w640-h636/658c1d4786112.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Silver Jews. Tanglewood Numbers. 2005.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Akr7_dOITyM_yg8TjGgPrK62eZx_SvivPdtc_ywlX2f9lZQosMcLsg-a9oK19Yj9OlVOsIpYjo-C62pYBin8YXMWZRScF3XfSdCMiGUMLdoyX8Aee-wcE2tdorB9SrD6DRTlAI9RbXVUu1iLa1H4rDujWrbeUuRouALT8qda3i1nrAVlF5tbOnMzBXQ/s1500/658c185c68bea.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Akr7_dOITyM_yg8TjGgPrK62eZx_SvivPdtc_ywlX2f9lZQosMcLsg-a9oK19Yj9OlVOsIpYjo-C62pYBin8YXMWZRScF3XfSdCMiGUMLdoyX8Aee-wcE2tdorB9SrD6DRTlAI9RbXVUu1iLa1H4rDujWrbeUuRouALT8qda3i1nrAVlF5tbOnMzBXQ/w640-h640/658c185c68bea.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Derek Trucks Band. Soul Serenade. 2003.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwq1UTlh8pXLfGRV-11C663GW0F0ei9PsgsLdO-CYXk3Xc06xhQ9Z43ksLX9u6OPFeG1PCUa_zey2f1iOvPSZh-M9xKab-FKKTr_Z1Togeh61J3giIqz3Q4JcS5ltFFt0WGvvkN3Oq9VuWH6BUEeqbcHkRtOJCTkzglev2HmHQ2u9LlE_TGDHOtTtfYC0/s500/Radio%20City%20Big%20Star.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="482" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwq1UTlh8pXLfGRV-11C663GW0F0ei9PsgsLdO-CYXk3Xc06xhQ9Z43ksLX9u6OPFeG1PCUa_zey2f1iOvPSZh-M9xKab-FKKTr_Z1Togeh61J3giIqz3Q4JcS5ltFFt0WGvvkN3Oq9VuWH6BUEeqbcHkRtOJCTkzglev2HmHQ2u9LlE_TGDHOtTtfYC0/w616-h640/Radio%20City%20Big%20Star.jpg" width="616" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Big Star. Radio City. 1974. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikiLbG-n_5YRyP2fuNrRzdFlyFqbM3QG_ae93R5Mrcxlxq3M9AlmyDtzt_zyzS71WBzs2sUKMA1qdbXlIyWN-ql7pXdSDFZOaNoOO_WzcGGWMgEceNcjnxSY2tP6SwUsOaL_d1_ZZdCNJUdVmeJF9SpJNVvi2db5dojgUa3WsPKHr2CFJCumB-b7vsKDk/s566/658c1aba1ea01.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="566" data-original-width="566" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikiLbG-n_5YRyP2fuNrRzdFlyFqbM3QG_ae93R5Mrcxlxq3M9AlmyDtzt_zyzS71WBzs2sUKMA1qdbXlIyWN-ql7pXdSDFZOaNoOO_WzcGGWMgEceNcjnxSY2tP6SwUsOaL_d1_ZZdCNJUdVmeJF9SpJNVvi2db5dojgUa3WsPKHr2CFJCumB-b7vsKDk/w640-h640/658c1aba1ea01.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Jimmy Eat World. Bleed American. 2001.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXauWOpCTniNRo8qFawoiYalOhexSq93FaVJn4b8yU0rJghohiCHzpbeazi4VawZPXv7hGor0vTxGK37YiOF4Jz5hfr2XIVckCFFpwkUt8wQXCoyNTjFmGBmapQiTuKwe6zWjE3SSAJUlR_IoKpiliH_4U_2CbURRhqhZLG-24zAoTPeQ78emiIhxwXMM/s1200/Alex%20Chilton.%20Like%20Flies%20On%20Sherbert.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXauWOpCTniNRo8qFawoiYalOhexSq93FaVJn4b8yU0rJghohiCHzpbeazi4VawZPXv7hGor0vTxGK37YiOF4Jz5hfr2XIVckCFFpwkUt8wQXCoyNTjFmGBmapQiTuKwe6zWjE3SSAJUlR_IoKpiliH_4U_2CbURRhqhZLG-24zAoTPeQ78emiIhxwXMM/w640-h640/Alex%20Chilton.%20Like%20Flies%20On%20Sherbert.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Alex Chilton. Like Flies On Sherbert. 1979.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-48913549058381868292024-02-19T09:00:00.003+01:002024-02-19T09:01:53.560+01:00Lo que dura la luz<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHitYAQvotMKsKumnVRDiaCo3zhNyuozmj4qhCYcSkfn177bBAWCCVwx3_yJeoqJC1HUQrw3YYR_SqyoaVYH_xiktpsrI3lQyi7mznAVGmjUpd-bSxUwKm25qCw3BD7r0e7RFar_LKVJYl-OEo5WB86CxEfClh7WxOpCemiJWuTymYAVqR7nugUPIsA84/s2016/IMG_5853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHitYAQvotMKsKumnVRDiaCo3zhNyuozmj4qhCYcSkfn177bBAWCCVwx3_yJeoqJC1HUQrw3YYR_SqyoaVYH_xiktpsrI3lQyi7mznAVGmjUpd-bSxUwKm25qCw3BD7r0e7RFar_LKVJYl-OEo5WB86CxEfClh7WxOpCemiJWuTymYAVqR7nugUPIsA84/w640-h480/IMG_5853.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Tarde. Munilla. 08.2023.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Somos la luz empleada en terminar las cosas,<br />no tenemos más. El vivir es esto:<br />finalizar el trabajo antes de que caiga la noche.<br />No creáis a quienes os digan: "eres un camino".<br />No lo creáis. Lo que dura la luz, eso somos,<br />lo facultado para las pequeñas tareas, arreglos,<br />reparaciones que no pueden hacerse a oscuras." </span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Ramón Andrés</b>. Duración. Recogido en Los árboles que nos quedan. Ediciones Hiperión, 2020.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH12R-JALt1c_K6C7UOqmD5g54FReAW16-4UXBn895pT14q73x8WA0cktbsyTEkO8mnUArQwM7SLd_fdAdj7Pk7DQkssTQcap4eva8YkEchzZs1BBq_1mkhhQguJ7wg7TFeq3JDBUwPfuoMe1VytiBrbUNy3qy5SuwL_31vd3FX70OhihdwQUA_hRgNiU/s1912/IMG_5858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1912" data-original-width="1434" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH12R-JALt1c_K6C7UOqmD5g54FReAW16-4UXBn895pT14q73x8WA0cktbsyTEkO8mnUArQwM7SLd_fdAdj7Pk7DQkssTQcap4eva8YkEchzZs1BBq_1mkhhQguJ7wg7TFeq3JDBUwPfuoMe1VytiBrbUNy3qy5SuwL_31vd3FX70OhihdwQUA_hRgNiU/w480-h640/IMG_5858.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Luz que agoniza. Munilla. 08.2023.</span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-30598608853253531792024-02-16T08:25:00.001+01:002024-02-16T08:25:09.459+01:00Fortuna<div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4HzV5xET2rfwUVJs7X_pkfLYA7SICpMr65f2H2RHvFgAzsHQsD94BzWJP6wrZB1MhigLhXDgNDZMr6p5XMEUiTGr-jWuvLzBv3yTJ4OZwqysZ9TCC2p8LROemIHbKHOTUKJPuR1loMnKU7EYut_euo9WNA9ZqatdwoRAdxIgSxjqJ2BZRm9EJkH-Hn8/s640/IMG_9590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4HzV5xET2rfwUVJs7X_pkfLYA7SICpMr65f2H2RHvFgAzsHQsD94BzWJP6wrZB1MhigLhXDgNDZMr6p5XMEUiTGr-jWuvLzBv3yTJ4OZwqysZ9TCC2p8LROemIHbKHOTUKJPuR1loMnKU7EYut_euo9WNA9ZqatdwoRAdxIgSxjqJ2BZRm9EJkH-Hn8/w480-h640/IMG_9590.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Azar. (Acaso un homenaje a Richard Long).Torre de la iglesia de Agoncillo. 02.2024.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Confiarlo todo al azar es la manera en la que los laicos justifican el seguir creyendo en el ángel de la guarda.</span><br /><p></p>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1740808729357626871.post-40401746155810296652024-02-15T09:00:00.004+01:002024-02-15T09:00:00.146+01:00Los almendros temerarios<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLJVqE1mqWLcVv-h1weUaTaqyykO6nYv0OVRZ_vwmTW0YkFWivh5lmBkzjtRCOn50Nfdh-r9DSSBDDdMo35TbLX6Fj432EoTs1UdvT4cuKWVdBrndN0SXMKXGVCP7M2PuRktKFhUrNjGr0jMms189soovcKE3SCBvq6I8RMbUsRxD5oLYktWvbBBFFmY/s640/IMG_9550.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLJVqE1mqWLcVv-h1weUaTaqyykO6nYv0OVRZ_vwmTW0YkFWivh5lmBkzjtRCOn50Nfdh-r9DSSBDDdMo35TbLX6Fj432EoTs1UdvT4cuKWVdBrndN0SXMKXGVCP7M2PuRktKFhUrNjGr0jMms189soovcKE3SCBvq6I8RMbUsRxD5oLYktWvbBBFFmY/w640-h480/IMG_9550.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">F.G. Almendro madrugador en el parque del Ebro. Logroño. 02.2024.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">(...) "Si los milagros no son otra cosa que un descuido de la naturaleza, la floración de los almendros, en pleno invierno, es el milagro más gracioso y ligero de la tierra. Es un milagro más gracioso cuanto más arriesgado se presenta, cuanto más visible es la extemporaneidad, la audacia de la floración. Cuando hace frío los almendros son una pura delicia. ¡Qué elegante sorpresa!" (...)</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Josep Pla</b>. Tiempo de febrero: los almendros. </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">(1971). Recogido en Las horas. Traducción de Josep Daurella. Ed. Destino, 2023.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEBzmYB-NSufHXQSpK3bC3F2WicIQqr3v_DmcBc5BH4_H1N9XWnlFdLQWjMVAGivOjSPWUZoPDd1g_ZNFQO6_6CFKPnBWrec48hXQhSxZ1HleaT7daHF8ZBYfhfcaFfoRC2qn2c9_3bE1Jieir-I0SzhfiDeRBOl9tBwEVd8cUvgrSfL3pC9cdRtZTxtI/s640/IMG_9553%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEBzmYB-NSufHXQSpK3bC3F2WicIQqr3v_DmcBc5BH4_H1N9XWnlFdLQWjMVAGivOjSPWUZoPDd1g_ZNFQO6_6CFKPnBWrec48hXQhSxZ1HleaT7daHF8ZBYfhfcaFfoRC2qn2c9_3bE1Jieir-I0SzhfiDeRBOl9tBwEVd8cUvgrSfL3pC9cdRtZTxtI/w480-h640/IMG_9553%20(1).jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">F.G. Almendro madrugador en el parque del Ebro. Logroño. 02.2024.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>Francisco Gestalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10588167310663821552noreply@blogger.com0