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THE MIRROR OF TIME-LEONARDO

papel.Técnica Painting on ebru paper. G Pailles

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detached from the appearance, the man
removes the possibility of distraction,
is hard as stone, stone
report
stone movement and
sight and has such a glow that all armor and all masks are
distorted.
What hand has taken even deign to take the form
hand,
What has been confused longer exists.
The bird has become confused with the wind,
the sky with his truth, the man with his
reality.
Paul Eluard (Photo Man Ray)

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Paul Eluard THE GREAT TEACHER ARRESTED DREAMS


Leonardo da Vince notes in his Treatise on Painting the great analysis on the lights and shadows, copied verbatim:

"OF HOW TO GET THAT SHADOW FIGURES APPLY TO LIGHT AND THE BODY.

When traces a figure and want to check if the shadow corresponds to the light, so that no more red or more yellow than the nature of the color you intend to overshadow and will do: it projects the shadow of your finger on the illuminated part, and if the accidental shadow represented by you is similar to the natural shadow cast by the finger of your work, well be. Then, approaching or moving away from the finger, will cast shadows darker or lighter than always have to compare with yours "

Just read this short paragraph to understand why his work has a unique mastery ....

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"Dreams" painting technique on papel.GPaillas ubru

While looking for something else, I came across a box that did not remember and when opened found pictures from when my daughters were small, pictures forgotten days when life seemed passed slowly ... I knew that while time passes, that was the future that would someday that happens to others .... and watched a few and I was not able to follow.

So many dreams, so many faces that crowded into my memory and reminded me ... I have always put together pictures to sort and I think someday I will die without it ... I can not .... The next, the treasure but are there to be seen and stopped by chance and only seconds.

I will not delve into time, into the wounds, I'm here just stopped as it is the time in these photos.

still hurts non-membership, this loneliness that isolate me even further, to anyone not having a common goal. The lives of my daughters are yours, which I made, but are other lives with their dreams and aspirations, different from mine. We are all separate entities and that makes our individuality .....

I have always taken pictures, I wanted it consciously or not, I know there is a time equal to another, that the minute that has passed will not return in vain ... and photographing people, objects, gestures remain detained forever open .... won the battle!! million minutes detainees are hours, months, years ... maybe I won ... but it is only the illusion of doing what is no longer endure it, because nothing is static, everything moves faster than we want. ....

So the magic of taking pictures is compared with that of ebru paper making ... still on the water figures which can never be repeated, can be similar but will never be the same, because every moment is unique ... and will not return, we can play to stop for seconds, but that time has passed.

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"Alone in the concrete jungle ..." Serigrafía.GPaillas

From my desk I pass the hours, and just know whether it is day or night for that gray sky I can see in this high window ..... To get windows that is not life? to decorate? to let in the light ?.... I see only walls and choking me, and the high window, I see only gray buildings trimmed with windows closed ... no ... no time .. people dead.

And for this we ran for so long? we find that over time the stars .... but there is no time, we do not see ....

is late now and I must leave to return to the timeless time.

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"At the edge of nowhere" Serigraph.
GPaillas
These days have been strange ... maybe the dates, that September 11 in Chile, which arrived yesterday, as every year, and that shakes the soul with memories so painful ... with a solar eclipse even stranger did yesterday morning ... and this Spring is coming to us more melancholy ....

And the "Parties" Independence ... that time who claim that a few days with a "tiquitiquití" forced, we are happy .... That's why we all get drunk, not to celebrate, not to laugh .... but to hide behind the chicha, so many pains and dreams for the year were not met ... spending bill is not to invent happiness for a while ...

fix .... and I paint my garden and I will continue dreaming of the joy that is not and will not come ... and try to listen to loud music to forget ....

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