tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89485017734894176482012-02-16T04:30:02.405-08:00mabel temporelli (en busca de una nueva dirección) WORK IN PROGRESS azul sin salto al vacío fotos:m.temporelliMabel Temporellinoreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948501773489417648.post-43365600898328216992009-01-01T23:17:00.000-08:002010-05-03T20:12:22.299-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SqyFmQYL86I/AAAAAAAAA1k/6xpU41q-H_0/s1600-h/otra.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SqyFmQYL86I/AAAAAAAAA1k/6xpU41q-H_0/s320/otra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380822547078837154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/Sa_SLfPY4yI/AAAAAAAAAzg/qRaCVOjv-y4/s1600-h/buen%C3%ADsima+2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/Sa_SLfPY4yI/AAAAAAAAAzg/qRaCVOjv-y4/s320/buen%C3%ADsima+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309693580499542818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV5BZtfYZ3I/AAAAAAAAAjc/9Xu2CLXFNHw/s1600-h/botella.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV5BZtfYZ3I/AAAAAAAAAjc/9Xu2CLXFNHw/s320/botella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286734922543294322" /></a><br /><br />Botellas al mar (intentos)<br />Ideas sueltas, para la construción de un obra.<br /><br />En un tiempo me tocó vivir rodeada de paredes.<br />Estaban pintadas de azul más claro que el de los pantalones de los uniformes que llevábamos.<br /><br /><br /><br />Muchas veces imaginaba esas paredes como un mar al que arrojaba botellas hacia el futuro.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Este presente, que me salva de ese pasado, es un mar de botellas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948501773489417648-4336560089832821699?l=citaenazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mabel Temporellinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948501773489417648.post-18409588082320187302009-01-01T23:06:00.000-08:002009-03-15T20:07:25.009-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SZzYujqHQQI/AAAAAAAAAy4/3xJ1l9g_AHY/s1600-h/azul+vidrio.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SZzYujqHQQI/AAAAAAAAAy4/3xJ1l9g_AHY/s320/azul+vidrio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304352755493060866" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV5yp5Iy86I/AAAAAAAAAnE/p9E-NPcx7EY/s1600-h/palito+de+la+Ale+chico.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV5yp5Iy86I/AAAAAAAAAnE/p9E-NPcx7EY/s320/palito+de+la+Ale+chico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286789076617458594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV5s4TX25VI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZA5wAcJ1q90/s1600-h/nueve+chico.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV5s4TX25VI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZA5wAcJ1q90/s320/nueve+chico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286782727108355410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV2-PLHWpaI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1qrSB-ECKI0/s1600-h/la+pluma.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV2-PLHWpaI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1qrSB-ECKI0/s320/la+pluma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286590705493779874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV29gTbyopI/AAAAAAAAAis/1FctMT0QmHc/s1600-h/collar.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV29gTbyopI/AAAAAAAAAis/1FctMT0QmHc/s320/collar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286589900273132178" /></a><br />Casi al final de la película Submarino Amarillo, uno de los personajes aclara que los "Azules Malos" huyeron a Argentina... que les habría dado asilo, como en otras décadas asiló a otros "malos" de la historia real.<br /><br /><br />...siempre me opuse a esta ficción.<br /> En este caso deberían haber sido VERDES OLIVA, ya que los AZULES son mis preferidos <br /><br />y estoy convencida que...SON BUENOS...!!!<br /><br />fotos: diciembre 08<br />Palito de la nostalgia rescatado por mi amiga Ale-azul<br /><br />Las lapiceras: <br />tintas/tintes/turquesas<br />(9 = número de suerte)<br /><br />Pluma de Mariana <br /><br />Collar enhebrado en el texto:<br />"...una casa en el cielo, un jardín en el mar<br />una isla en tu cama, un volver a empezar..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948501773489417648-1840958808232018730?l=citaenazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mabel Temporellinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948501773489417648.post-49388076568755098652009-01-01T22:54:00.000-08:002009-03-10T18:54:02.451-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SZwTIQ-txpI/AAAAAAAAAyg/WPQNzlwMyTs/s1600-h/caracol+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SZwTIQ-txpI/AAAAAAAAAyg/WPQNzlwMyTs/s320/caracol+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304135493853496978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SWEg-22-3AI/AAAAAAAAApc/2LHfT0I_J64/s1600-h/quienes+son....jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SWEg-22-3AI/AAAAAAAAApc/2LHfT0I_J64/s320/quienes+son....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287543701759777794" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV28EFQwn4I/AAAAAAAAAik/Yc_kTwExDpI/s1600-h/plastiquillos.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV28EFQwn4I/AAAAAAAAAik/Yc_kTwExDpI/s320/plastiquillos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286588315920801666" /></a><br />A Z U L E S<br />en gamas o lisos<br />desde los celestes a los verdosos turquesas<br />grisáceos<br />eléctricos<br />alilados<br />marinos<br />índigos<br />cerúleos<br />agrisados<br />rayados <br />o a cuadros<br />ha veces floreados<br />estampados sobre blanco<br />estampados en gamas.....<br /><br />desteñidos<br />mojados<br />brillantes<br />gastados <br />de plástico<br />de papel<br />de madera<br />o de vidrio<br />esmaltados<br />de nada<br />en silencio<br />A Z U L E S<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948501773489417648-4938807656875509865?l=citaenazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mabel Temporellinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948501773489417648.post-21965787656223334542009-01-01T22:49:00.000-08:002009-03-10T18:57:56.140-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SbCCD9FRJLI/AAAAAAAAA0A/0pO6vRmW3ek/s1600-h/DSC01945.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SbCCD9FRJLI/AAAAAAAAA0A/0pO6vRmW3ek/s320/DSC01945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309886965117691058" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SWEklgI4iOI/AAAAAAAAAqM/iLfHEcCLhKo/s1600-h/azules++blog.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SWEklgI4iOI/AAAAAAAAAqM/iLfHEcCLhKo/s320/azules++blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287547664210626786" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SWEkTdNLeNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/d4ARL43CA0U/s1600-h/fondo+de+jarra.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SWEkTdNLeNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/d4ARL43CA0U/s320/fondo+de+jarra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287547354185693394" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV25eoeVH-I/AAAAAAAAAiE/Ojot89lOh6M/s1600-h/botones++mas+oscuro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV25eoeVH-I/AAAAAAAAAiE/Ojot89lOh6M/s320/botones++mas+oscuro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286585473514676194" border="0" /></a><br />A Z U L<br />Color nocturno<br />lunar.<br /><br />Color del secreto,<br />del sentimiento, <br />del alma.<br /><br />A Z U L<br />La calma, la seducción y el amanecer, son azules.<br />También la iluminación.<br /><br />El A Z U L aparta los obstáculos. <br /><br />Me propongo la realización <br />de una obra<br />con objetos reunidos<br />por su color. <br /><br />Los objetos provienen de la cotidianeidad.<br /><br />Las imágenes que presento (registros)son partes de mi trabajo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948501773489417648-2196578765622333454?l=citaenazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mabel Temporellinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948501773489417648.post-43461158065031188412009-01-01T22:45:00.001-08:002009-01-02T08:48:31.334-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV24t1ASdGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Mspf9Iaq978/s1600-h/azules+buenos+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV24t1ASdGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Mspf9Iaq978/s320/azules+buenos+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286584635064743010" border="0" /></a><br />Tapiz realizado con telas, costura, serigrafía.<br />En él proyecté sensaciones sobre la sensualidad.<br />Realizado en noviembre 2007.<br />(detalle)<br /><br />Presentado en "Salon de Belleza", Macro Museo, Rosario.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948501773489417648-4346115806503118841?l=citaenazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mabel Temporellinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948501773489417648.post-60686667422390618442009-01-01T22:30:00.000-08:002009-09-12T22:55:27.301-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SqyJRpdazBI/AAAAAAAAA2E/5WYZAu0fiOY/s1600-h/342red.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SqyJRpdazBI/AAAAAAAAA2E/5WYZAu0fiOY/s320/342red.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380826591080926226" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV23gFQwdkI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SUFWudwK0Jc/s1600-h/el+erizo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV23gFQwdkI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SUFWudwK0Jc/s320/el+erizo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286583299398989378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV21vfdw0II/AAAAAAAAAhU/UHYzOqaubqg/s1600-h/mandala,+otro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV21vfdw0II/AAAAAAAAAhU/UHYzOqaubqg/s320/mandala,+otro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286581365107642498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV21C8-MpgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/QhDFanFBA70/s1600-h/super+mandala.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV21C8-MpgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/QhDFanFBA70/s320/super+mandala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286580599934199298" border="0" /></a><br />Empecé pidiéndole a mis amigos que me regalaran algo azul que tuvieran en sus hogares.Así fuí recibiendo diferentes objetos e imágenes. Muchos son encontrados en la calle.<br />También tengo ritos de recolección.<br /><br />Los mandalas producen concentración y placer.<br />Ultra - azul: gemas y piedritas azul/casi/verde/Reh<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948501773489417648-6068666742239061844?l=citaenazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mabel Temporellinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948501773489417648.post-75224840512898175002009-01-01T22:00:00.000-08:002009-03-10T19:04:45.058-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SZzZoi5mTwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/eN0XMVzbUIU/s1600-h/buenisima+Athos.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SZzZoi5mTwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/eN0XMVzbUIU/s320/buenisima+Athos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304353751721987842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SZwSh4FlAXI/AAAAAAAAAyY/zi6476PWE7o/s1600-h/serie+AF+9.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SZwSh4FlAXI/AAAAAAAAAyY/zi6476PWE7o/s320/serie+AF+9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134834336366962" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV2uVXRsJBI/AAAAAAAAAhE/lFzT4LIqs7A/s1600-h/cita+en+azul.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV2uVXRsJBI/AAAAAAAAAhE/lFzT4LIqs7A/s320/cita+en+azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286573219651527698" border="0" /></a><br />Encuentro casual con mi imágen después de la lluvia:<br />en la ensaladera que quedó afuera, en la mesa del patio, después en la silla.<br />Las tres son azules.<br />Encuentro mi silueta y la tomo...<br />(noviembre 08, llovio después de muchos meses sin agua)<br /><br />Me gusta este juego. otra hora, otra luz...<br />Mi sombra otra vez, la detengo.<br /><br />tengo un nuevo ritual, mientras siga lloviendo<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV2uKxIIReI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EEeTOJlZdI8/s1600-h/cita+en+azul+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV2uKxIIReI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EEeTOJlZdI8/s320/cita+en+azul+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286573037612189154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV2uAa73ZuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zi2sr6dOJyw/s1600-h/cita+en+azul+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PS-axVhJDKk/SV2uAa73ZuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zi2sr6dOJyw/s320/cita+en+azul+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286572859856479970" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948501773489417648-7522484051289817500?l=citaenazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mabel Temporellinoreply@blogger.com0