miércoles
lunes
TRAVIS
"I... I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We'd have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then... it slowly faded. I couldn't picture you anymore. I tried to talk our loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn't hear you. Then... I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just... disappeared. And now I'm working here. I hear your voice all the time. Every man has your voice. "
From Jane to Travis.
Paris,Texas. Wim Wenders
domingo
viernes
FUENTES FUERTES
Mi hermano iba a ser músico. Lo típico; formó un grupo, dieron algunos bolos, coleccionaba pilas de cds, tocaba la guitarra, y por aquella época se parecía a Noel Gallagher. En un desamor y con 18 años cogió la maleta y se fue un año a estudiar a Nueva Orleans, Mississippi. Volvió con 10 kilos de más y diciendo que de músico nada, que quería estudiar Bellas Artes. Siempre ha sido así. Un día dice que irá a todas partes en bici (que del coche pasa) y a los dos días aparece con un Audi TT de segunda mano. Un día arriba y otro abajo. Un día rojo y otro azul. Así es él, una persona extraordinaria de la que se aprende mucho.



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Una nueva colaboración junto Absolut Network y Turanga Films. Primer video de la serie "Espacio y pintura".
Habrá una exposición de mi hermano en la galeria Kreisler (C/Hermosilla 8, Madrid) hasta el 23 de marzo.
Espero que os guste!
martes
lunes
THE HIPPO
Por Jeremy Asher Lynch
He llegado a este corto por Dirty Beaches, un músico que me encanta, es él que puntea esas notas de guitarra de fondo de esta maravillosa historia.
"I saw the 'potamus take wing
Ascending from the damp savannas,
And quiring angels round him sing
The praise of God, in loud hosannas.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
Performing on a harp of gold."
THE HIPPOPOTAMUS
T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
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