<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598776867232125518</id><updated>2011-08-03T22:38:35.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MANIFIESTO-MANIFEST</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciagalimany-manifest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598776867232125518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciagalimany-manifest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alicia Galimany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05634171276090946910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598776867232125518.post-7629511083074515169</id><published>2009-09-23T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:05:15.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Manifiesto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una Avalancha de recuerdos, emociones y sentimientos se transforman en imágenes atravesadas por significados que hay que develar para que no nos arrastren. Somos un laberinto de contradicciones cruzadas por nuestros paisajes internos y externos. ¿Cómo no perdernos en ellos para siempre…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es la naturaleza humana que se multiplica hasta el infinito. Muchos rostros, paisajes enmarañados, ciudades alienantes .Nuestra propia herida en un mundo herido. Una identidad particular, avanzando a oscuras para abarcar el universo. Lo que imaginamos captar y lo que se nos escapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces se produce el milagro y aun con nuestras debilidades más profundas encarnamos en un símbolo, sólidos, consistentes, en una única naturaleza que nos hace creer inmortales, plenos Somos, por un fragmento de tiempo, íntegros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después estamos solos, (una vez más ovillados en nuestros miedos), enfrentados a nuestra pequeña historia, a nuestro futuro incierto, en una rueda que no deja de girar y que vuelve inexorablemente al punto de origen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acrílico, óleo, laca, barniz, impronta fotográfica, diversos materiales para acercar la realidad y luego tamizarla, para que sólo quede la impresión, la sospecha del objeto aludido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Galimany (Gal. a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manifest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An avalanche of memories, emotions and feelings turn into images which carry a meaning within that we must reveal so it doesn’t drag us. We are a labyrinth of contradictions crossed by our internal and external landscapes. How not to get lost within for ever…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is human nature that multiplies infinitively. Many faces, twisted landscapes, alienated cities. Our own wounds, in a wounded world. A particular identity approaching in the dark, pretending to capture the entire universe. What we imagine we capture and what pass us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes miracles happen and even with our deepest weaknesses, we incarnate in a symbol, solids, conscious, within a unique nature that makes us believe we are immortal and fulfilled. We are, for an infinite moment in time, complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that, we are alone (once again trapped in our fears), facing our small story and our uncertain future in a wheel that never stops turning and returns, inevitably, to its origin point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acrylics, oils, lacquer, varnish, photographic impressions, diversity of materials to approach reality and then sift it so as to keep only the impression, the suspicion of the object it refers to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Galimany (Gal. a)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598776867232125518-7629511083074515169?l=aliciagalimany-manifest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciagalimany-manifest.blogspot.com/feeds/7629511083074515169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliciagalimany-manifest.blogspot.com/2009/09/manifiesto-una-avalancha-de-recuerdos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598776867232125518/posts/default/7629511083074515169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598776867232125518/posts/default/7629511083074515169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciagalimany-manifest.blogspot.com/2009/09/manifiesto-una-avalancha-de-recuerdos.html' title=''/><author><name>Alicia Galimany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05634171276090946910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
