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dovescoos:

On my first year away from home
(a creative birth)

These are “little daily” moments, “pearls” found throughout the year in Barcelona, continued from Rio Negro Llora Sangre. This has been the hardest series to complete mostly because it has to do with my own growth.  A year has passed and I can at least make a vague assemblage of them, but it sometimes feels too early or too late. And in putting them in this post i somehow feel they are where they should, all together, woven.

Recently, in the  editing process, after considering it for quite a while, I thought it to be best to unite two different photographs in an embrace, that is, using the format of  liuxi17 ’s works. Since i feel the format done by the artist succeeds to articulate a visual language, which i feel most comfortable in. Something that didn’t feel right when i tried overlapping them as i did in Ixchel , also as i wrote on January that series ended.

So in this transition phase, since, to me, art is a conversation with other artists (both living and past), i linked other artists and experiences somewhere within each photo post particularly. As i am not one, alone. In doing this, i hope to weave meaning/conversations within an already existent community of people.


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pine-weevil(This is my excavation)http://pine-weevil.tumblr.com/post/90477769537/thetypologist-typology-of-ecuadorian-canopyhttp://thetypologist.tumblr.com/post/85213515523/typology-of-ecuadorian-canopy-beetles-smithsonian
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nativefunkk☥http://nativefunkk.tumblr.com/post/97693385209/87km-melt-portrait-of-an-iceberg-by-simonhttp://alehandramilk.tumblr.com/post/86611451261
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mythological-cosmologyUnnatural Selection.http://mythological-cosmology.tumblr.com/post/97667084632/fernsandmoss-charles-zoller-black-lily-1924http://www.geh.org/ar/strip83/htmlsrca/zoller_sld00052.html
So when earth,
After that flood, still muddily, took the heat,
Felt the warm fire of sunlight, she conceived… ―Metamorphoses, Ovid, Bk 1:432-434
But I noticed a first rumble like that of a heart beneath the earth. I quietly put my ear to the ground and heard summer forcing its way in and my heart beneath the earth — “nothing! I said nothing!” — and i felt the patient brutality with which the closed earth was opening inside in birth, and I knew with what weight of sweetness the summer was ripening a hundred thousand oranges and I knew that the oranges were mine. Because that is what I wanted. ― from Àgua  Viva, by Clarice Lispector, translated by Stefan Tobler 
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1tiredwelcome to my cribhttp://1tired.tumblr.com/post/97522980711http://heroinych.tumblr.com/post/92532604407
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samuelfriberg♕http://samuelfriberg.tumblr.com/post/97573510617http://buddhabrot.tumblr.com/post/23596975390
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g22600n5kvinnahttp://g22600n5.tumblr.com/post/76048322392http://bienes.tumblr.com/post/76013696317
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sleaterkittey:

it’s a thursday afternoon


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jordanelseJordan Elsehttp://jordanelse.tumblr.com/post/96420708295http://airyairyquitecontrary.tumblr.com/post/75761140782/so-tired
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pine-weevil(This is my excavation)http://pine-weevil.tumblr.com/post/96620771792
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regina-vamp-jueExoticTwistedMindshttp://regina-vamp-jue.tumblr.com/post/96436422436/darklittlefaun-methbustershttp://theneolistickid.tumblr.com/post/93501990673/bats-illuminated-by-lightning
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cinohpalehttp://cinoh.tumblr.com/post/96566586196http://eatdrinkdie.tumblr.com/post/96563677674/ive-eaten-a-tomato-for-lunch-for-the-last-five