<?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-7892853419009554347</id><updated>2012-02-04T16:08:57.954-08:00</updated><category term='2010'/><category term='2009'/><category term='2007'/><category term='2008'/><category term='textos e documentação'/><category term='2005'/><category term='exposições'/><title type='text'>luciana paiva</title><subtitle type='html'>portfólio</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-8778617852049732679</id><published>2012-02-04T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T16:08:57.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUW_GrGLtz0/Ty3IZTx_F2I/AAAAAAAADA0/XF2sIUWtf78/s1600/424675_10150751461393569_1524630171_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="378" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUW_GrGLtz0/Ty3IZTx_F2I/AAAAAAAADA0/XF2sIUWtf78/s400/424675_10150751461393569_1524630171_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-8778617852049732679?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/8778617852049732679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/8778617852049732679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2012/02/convite-viagem-rumos-itau-cultural.html' title=''/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUW_GrGLtz0/Ty3IZTx_F2I/AAAAAAAADA0/XF2sIUWtf78/s72-c/424675_10150751461393569_1524630171_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-2244723283347287059</id><published>2012-02-04T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T16:05:30.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(In) Possíveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(In) possíveis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Exposição do  Programa Aprofundamento 2011&lt;br /&gt;Galerias 1, 2 e Galeria EAV - 27 de janeiro a 01 de abril de 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Curadoria de Anna Bella Geiger, Fernando Cocchiarale e João Modé&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JA__Lr-AURQ/Ty3BdUT6NAI/AAAAAAAADAE/LatpdxowDf4/s1600/BTO_5510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JA__Lr-AURQ/Ty3BdUT6NAI/AAAAAAAADAE/LatpdxowDf4/s320/BTO_5510.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Prisioneiro (série Livros de Construção)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmV8NZCiEfU/Ty3BlSAtw5I/AAAAAAAADAc/W3jElCkkOTE/s1600/BTO_5548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmV8NZCiEfU/Ty3BlSAtw5I/AAAAAAAADAc/W3jElCkkOTE/s320/BTO_5548.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0B_FHjm_LQY/Ty3BpDjOqkI/AAAAAAAADAk/sXxxro7-Agg/s1600/BTO_5557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0B_FHjm_LQY/Ty3BpDjOqkI/AAAAAAAADAk/sXxxro7-Agg/s320/BTO_5557.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: x-small;"&gt;Clique &lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2012/02/catalogo-exposicao-inpossiveis.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; para ler texto de Matias Monteiro para o catálogo da exposição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Clique aqui para ler "Por uma ponte frágil: as metáforas de Luciana Paiva", texto de Manoel Friques produzido durante o programa aprofundamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-2244723283347287059?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/2244723283347287059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/2244723283347287059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2012/02/in-possiveis.html' title='(In) Possíveis'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JA__Lr-AURQ/Ty3BdUT6NAI/AAAAAAAADAE/LatpdxowDf4/s72-c/BTO_5510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-7814144434626366194</id><published>2012-02-03T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T16:03:13.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>catálogo exposição (in)possiveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right" style="background: white; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;" As palavras são um material plástico, que se presta a todo tipo de coisas"&lt;br /&gt;Sigmund Freud.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez fora-me relatado o caso de um menino em fase de alfabetização que aprendera (aparentemente, com bastante êxito) a desenhar seu nome. Copiava algumas linhas retas, algumas curvas, e aqueles riscos, insignificantes por si só, repentinamente o descreviam como um retrato improvável. Os adultos olhavam e confirmavam, felizes e entusiasmados, "FELIPE". Um sortilégio incompreensível, no entanto, eficiente .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conforme foram-lhe sendo apresentadas as letras, ele passou a identificá-las com determinados traços daquele desenho. Assim que estabelecia uma relação entre um conjunto de riscos e uma letra, escrevia a letra sobre a garatuja correspondente. Assim, sobre a linha reta, pairava solene a letra "i", fazendo surgir sobre seu nome próprio um outro nome; fantasmático, partido, em construção. Se alguém lhe perguntasse o que aqueles grafismos duplicados, que planavam frouxos sobre seu nome, significavam, ele respondia: "São as letras indo morar no meu nome".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também Luciana parece intuir essa fantasmagoria do nome: a letra "o", traço rudimentar, quadratura oblíqua, é calabouço de espectros ocultos... É sensato manter-se a discrição; por precaução e decoro, não se saí por aí abrindo letras. Mas, que bela imprudência, cada letra oculta em si uma armadilha, uma arquitetura própria: "L" por canto, quina; "E" por degraus, ascensão... Vivamos na reversibilidade de um palíndromo, na cadência de uma cacofonia, elipsados nessa aquisição intuitiva da linguagem. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luciana opera uma dessimbolização que desvela da escrita um percurso, um deslocamento, transito assediado pela vertigem como esse pressentimento da eminência de queda, instabilidade que faz da letra inconstância. Ela intui na palavra, uma plasticidade que lhe é própria, faz da linguagem essa língua outra, constituindo sua própria iconografia própria, criptografia minuciosa, dotada de uma vida diminuta. Aqui, somos convidados a esse jogo de insignificâncias (ou insignificações), naquilo que na linguagem sonha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="background: white; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"&gt;Matias Monteiro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="line-height: normal; margin: 12pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-7814144434626366194?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/7814144434626366194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/7814144434626366194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2012/02/catalogo-exposicao-inpossiveis.html' title='catálogo exposição (in)possiveis'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-7496754605591695218</id><published>2012-01-29T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T14:45:33.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(in) possíveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(in) possiveis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Exposição do Programa Aprofundamento 2011&lt;br /&gt;Galerias 1, 2 e Galeria EAV   - 27 de janeiro, 19h&lt;br /&gt;Curadoria de Anna Bella Geiger, Fernando Cocchiarale e João Modé&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; (In) possíveis encerra o programa Aprofundamento da Escola de Artes Visuais do Parque Lage em 2011. Subsidiado pela Secretaria de Estado da Cultura do Rio de Janeiro, ocupa um lugar único na formação do artista brasileiro. Não sendo universitário nem curso livre, cumpre um papel que cremos essencial para o artista em formação. Por permitir, em sua mobilidade curricular, um maior aprimoramento a cada edição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mostra reúne trabalhos desenvolvidos pelos alunos que o cursaram, selecionados entre cerca de 120 portfólios, do Rio de Janeiro e de outros Estados do país. &lt;br /&gt;A escolha das obras resultou de um consenso crítico entre os professores e os integrantes desta segunda turma do Programa de Aprofundamento. Não se trata, portanto, de uma exposição organizada em torno de questões e conceitos postulados curatorialmente, mas de uma mostra gerada a partir da experiência do convívio do grupo ao longo dos dois semestres de 2011. Entretanto, ela forma no seu todo, um conjunto que, totalmente heterogêneo, faz sentido e se justifica a partir de um leque de tendências amalgamadas por esses participantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em lugar da busca de unidade de questões, temas, meios ou suportes, critérios ainda esperados por parte do público, (In) possíveis é uma coletiva que assume a heterogeneidade da experiência que lhe deu origem - o Aprofundamento - tornando possível (pelo que o prefixo in tem de agregador e inclusivo) a realização de uma exposição que qualifica e permite aos participantes, a difusão de seus trabalhos na cena contemporânea brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Bella Geiger, Fernando Cocchiarale e João Modé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Participam: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Topini&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Belo&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Jacomino&lt;br /&gt;Chico Fernandes&lt;br /&gt;Coletivo Distraídos Venceremos&lt;br /&gt;Danilo Ribeiro Coelho&lt;br /&gt;Glaucia  Mayer&lt;br /&gt;Ícaro Lira&lt;br /&gt;João  Penoni&lt;br /&gt;Juana Amorim&lt;br /&gt;Louise D.D.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Ferraço Nassif&lt;br /&gt;Luciana Paiva&lt;br /&gt;Manoel Friques&lt;br /&gt;Rubens Pileggi  Sá&lt;br /&gt;Thais  Simões &lt;br /&gt;Tiago  Rivaldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rasuraa.tumblr.com/" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://rasuraa.tumblr.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eavparquelage.rj.gov.br/" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;www.eavparquelage.rj.gov.br&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOVERNO DO RIO DE JANEIRO&lt;br /&gt;SECRETARIA DE ESTADO DE CULTURA&lt;br /&gt;ESCOLA DE ARTES VISUAIS DO PARQUE LAGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-7496754605591695218?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/7496754605591695218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/7496754605591695218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-possiveis.html' title='(in) possíveis'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-3760109471550080812</id><published>2011-11-10T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T14:46:45.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Des]equilíbrios e [Im]perfeições</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Des]equilíbrios e im[perfeições]: exposição coletiva na galeria &lt;a href="http://www.colecaodearte.com.br/"&gt;Coleção de Arte&lt;/a&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhSeqjQtiPI/Trf_6cAWOjI/AAAAAAAAC-8/pmAwdtgMt-8/s1600/Layout-conv.-eletr%25C3%25B4nico-%255Bdes%255D...jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhSeqjQtiPI/Trf_6cAWOjI/AAAAAAAAC-8/pmAwdtgMt-8/s320/Layout-conv.-eletr%25C3%25B4nico-%255Bdes%255D...jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-8460163174456813412?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/8460163174456813412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/8460163174456813412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhSeqjQtiPI/Trf_6cAWOjI/AAAAAAAAC-8/pmAwdtgMt-8/s72-c/Layout-conv.-eletr%25C3%25B4nico-%255Bdes%255D...jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-5094479112151084749</id><published>2011-10-28T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T19:40:58.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L-and-escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Série fotografica realizada para a &lt;a href="http://iberecamargo.org.br/site/revista-lugares/revista-lugares-artistas-detalhe-luciana-paiva.aspx"&gt;Revista Lugares&lt;/a&gt; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8MyDlOHPkI/Tqtm32xcz7I/AAAAAAAAC-s/7SeGW7maB0k/s320/canto3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H6b6DaeFuHE/Tqtm80Bt-9I/AAAAAAAAC-0/G-pduvB8APU/s1600/canto4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H6b6DaeFuHE/Tqtm80Bt-9I/AAAAAAAAC-0/G-pduvB8APU/s320/canto4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;L-and-escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;fotografia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;2011﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iberecamargo.org.br/site/revista-lugares/revista-lugares-artigos.aspx"&gt;L(uciana-)and-escape&lt;/a&gt;: artigo de Gê Orthof publicado na Rei=vista Lugares sobre a série L-and-escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-5094479112151084749?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/5094479112151084749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/5094479112151084749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/10/l-and-escape.html' title='L-and-escape'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejctff4Ad3A/TqtmyJEcSsI/AAAAAAAAC-c/7Rc1BXU8KGI/s72-c/canto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-4626003620448408067</id><published>2011-08-24T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:30:42.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos e documentação'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRAe06NMY00/TlVRLh7on9I/AAAAAAAAC98/9HthbYSmW1M/s1600/neblina%25C2%25BA+convite+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRAe06NMY00/TlVRLh7on9I/AAAAAAAAC98/9HthbYSmW1M/s320/neblina%25C2%25BA+convite+11.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-4626003620448408067?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4626003620448408067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4626003620448408067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRAe06NMY00/TlVRLh7on9I/AAAAAAAAC98/9HthbYSmW1M/s72-c/neblina%25C2%25BA+convite+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-8468118399094904812</id><published>2011-08-24T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T06:36:52.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aeromancia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Astro-lábio [diário-de-bordo] &lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt; blog processo / diário polifônico / casa em obras&lt;br /&gt;Revista Virtual Astro-Lábio de Arte &amp;amp; Literaturas 2ª edição_&lt;br /&gt;Casa e suas adjacências – jardim, muro, mobiliário, caracol, tapete, cozinha, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astro-labio.net/"&gt;http://www.astro-labio.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rasuraa.tumblr.com/"&gt;rasuraa&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;imagens e processo dos artistas que integram o programa aprofundamento 2011 da &lt;a href="http://www.eavparquelage.rj.gov.br/index.asp"&gt;EAV&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-8468118399094904812?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/8468118399094904812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/8468118399094904812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-ar-rasuraa-reune-e-processo-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-5710961252614648345</id><published>2011-08-24T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:41:56.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inércia - livro 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6X7Sm5n_OA/TlT8mb9Jw4I/AAAAAAAAC90/sdRtXWFZ2Mw/s1600/IMG_0038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6X7Sm5n_OA/TlT8mb9Jw4I/AAAAAAAAC90/sdRtXWFZ2Mw/s320/IMG_0038.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9kUKnlYbRU/TlT8xYj1nOI/AAAAAAAAC94/nYa0wO6zIBo/s1600/IMG_0045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9kUKnlYbRU/TlT8xYj1nOI/AAAAAAAAC94/nYa0wO6zIBo/s320/IMG_0045.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inércia - livro 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;vídeo-objeto / projeção de animação sob livro didátco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;22 x 30 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inércia é o primeiro livro de uma série onde ilustrações de livros didáticos são substituídas por projeções de animações projetadas sob o livro.&amp;nbsp;As animações&amp;nbsp;partem das fórmulas e desenhos explicativos, mas alteram&amp;nbsp;sua lógica didática propondo uma versão lúdica das representações ali contidas. A série está em processo e conta com a realização de um livro para cada disciplina, sendo este primeiro um livro de física.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-5710961252614648345?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/5710961252614648345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/5710961252614648345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/08/inercia-livro-1.html' title='inércia - livro 1'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6X7Sm5n_OA/TlT8mb9Jw4I/AAAAAAAAC90/sdRtXWFZ2Mw/s72-c/IMG_0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-2315313835376166079</id><published>2011-05-07T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T17:24:38.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no ar: &lt;a href="http://www.premiopipa.com.br/?page_id=9810"&gt;página&lt;/a&gt; no site do prêmio pipa - indicados 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-2315313835376166079?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/2315313835376166079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/2315313835376166079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-ar-pagina-no-site-do-premio-pipa.html' title=''/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-4346000602068538379</id><published>2011-05-07T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T17:21:10.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Luciana Paiva&lt;br /&gt;Brasília - 1982&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:lupaiva@gmail.com"&gt;lupaiva@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-4346000602068538379?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4346000602068538379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4346000602068538379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/05/luciana-paiva-brasilia-1982.html' title=''/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-3904507924978201970</id><published>2011-02-24T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:01:11.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bibliofagia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HDtF96DnBI0/TWaqjxkFqJI/AAAAAAAAC10/UhpvjYbng9c/s1600/correio_funarte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HDtF96DnBI0/TWaqjxkFqJI/AAAAAAAAC10/UhpvjYbng9c/s400/correio_funarte.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-3904507924978201970?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/3904507924978201970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/3904507924978201970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/02/bibliofagia.html' title='Bibliofagia'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HDtF96DnBI0/TWaqjxkFqJI/AAAAAAAAC10/UhpvjYbng9c/s72-c/correio_funarte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-4863227026175444588</id><published>2011-02-04T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T06:01:11.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play rePlay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1YFGR6j4I/AAAAAAAAC1E/P8MSn3qqQO0/s1600/convite+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1YFGR6j4I/AAAAAAAAC1E/P8MSn3qqQO0/s320/convite+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-4863227026175444588?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4863227026175444588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4863227026175444588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/02/play-replay.html' title='Play rePlay'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1YFGR6j4I/AAAAAAAAC1E/P8MSn3qqQO0/s72-c/convite+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-2696538900601337828</id><published>2011-02-04T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T06:00:09.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirada desobediente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1XdVYWPRI/AAAAAAAAC08/83DEATSda9E/s1600/panfleto_cal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1XdVYWPRI/AAAAAAAAC08/83DEATSda9E/s400/panfleto_cal.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-4853175574001406196?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4853175574001406196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4853175574001406196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/02/problemas-de-otica-e-reflexao.html' title='Problemas de ótica e reflexão'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1XdVYWPRI/AAAAAAAAC08/83DEATSda9E/s72-c/panfleto_cal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-6708537577159999241</id><published>2010-09-12T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:29:41.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bjq2EJy24o/Tm5BIU5ulSI/AAAAAAAAC-I/SF50LyPBxwQ/s1600/JoAngelini_portibas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bjq2EJy24o/Tm5BIU5ulSI/AAAAAAAAC-I/SF50LyPBxwQ/s200/JoAngelini_portibas.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qgV5n8mmyE/Tm5BQ-v9b4I/AAAAAAAAC-M/WlqYbVDPRAw/s1600/JoAngelini_portibas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qgV5n8mmyE/Tm5BQ-v9b4I/AAAAAAAAC-M/WlqYbVDPRAw/s200/JoAngelini_portibas1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PKpvqdUNfDk/Tm5BThZKT0I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/o94UVQWnQ1s/s1600/JoAngelini_portibas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PKpvqdUNfDk/Tm5BThZKT0I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/o94UVQWnQ1s/s200/JoAngelini_portibas2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WN0yRjDITTQ/Tm5BwMdXQBI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/8tN6Lh6Ns7I/s1600/JoAngelini_portibas3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WN0yRjDITTQ/Tm5BwMdXQBI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/8tN6Lh6Ns7I/s200/JoAngelini_portibas3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;João Angelini e Luciana Paiva&lt;br /&gt;animação (pixilation) – sem efeitos digitais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;03:13” (em processo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7a7a7a;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7a7a7a;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;img height="64" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PKpvqdUNfDk/Tm5BThZKT0I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/o94UVQWnQ1s/s200/JoAngelini_portibas2.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 48px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 231px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;2011 - Entre-Quadros, exposição individual&amp;nbsp;de João Angelini: Bolsa FUNARTE de Fomento a Produção, CONIC, Brasília/DF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Linhas usa do recurso do Live View fundindo pixilation (animação com atores) e desenho animado. Um vídeo onde acontecem duas animações ao mesmo tempo, a das mãos presentes que se movimentam quadro a quadro e a das linhas que são desenhadas e animadas sobre essas mãos. A relação entre a quantidade de mãos e linhas e as possibilidades de formas geométricas são referencia a uma série de gravuras da argentina Liliana Porter. Esse tipo de fusão entre as duas linguagens animadas foi facilitado pelo advento do software e da câmera, pois permite, pelo monitoramento ao vivo sobreposto com o ultimo frame capturado, uma precisão indispensável tanto no momento de reposicionamento da mão como a do desenho sobre as mãos nas imagens. O vídeo ainda está em construção e são previstas uma mudança na parte do triângulo e a adição de uma cena com quadrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-6708537577159999241?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/6708537577159999241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/6708537577159999241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/09/linhas.html' title='Linhas'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bjq2EJy24o/Tm5BIU5ulSI/AAAAAAAAC-I/SF50LyPBxwQ/s72-c/JoAngelini_portibas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-6874433030371151906</id><published>2010-02-20T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:46:41.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos os muros são L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os muros são L&lt;/em&gt; é uma série de desenhos desenvolvida a partir de 2009 realizada com pastel seco preto e recortes de papéis de confeitos sobre papéis diversos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as medidas especificadas abaixo não são exatas, pois o corte dos papéis é irregular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440497769692159842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CH5YPOX2I/AAAAAAAACU0/Kk9LK4tB9m4/s320/desenhos_107a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;15,5 x 26 cm díptico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(coleção particular)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CI_f6utBI/AAAAAAAACVU/3l-yMiyRQTU/s1600-h/17x16x17x17cm_09a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440498974344524818" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CI_f6utBI/AAAAAAAACVU/3l-yMiyRQTU/s320/17x16x17x17cm_09a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CI_CRV5bI/AAAAAAAACVM/4HT5r8G6hIw/s1600-h/15,5x13cm_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440498966386304434" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CI_CRV5bI/AAAAAAAACVM/4HT5r8G6hIw/s320/15,5x13cm_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aproximadamente 17x17 cm / 15,5x13 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440497757995213986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CH4sqdJKI/AAAAAAAACUc/5PziP0L973U/s320/13,2x24cm_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;13,2 x 24 cm (díptico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440498975656906946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CI_kzoEMI/AAAAAAAACVc/XiBN8ZgOA4I/s320/14x25,5_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;14 x 25,5 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CJAGjrtMI/AAAAAAAACVs/P1Wgx-HZUsM/s1600-h/17x27cm_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440498984716842178" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CJAGjrtMI/AAAAAAAACVs/P1Wgx-HZUsM/s320/17x27cm_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CI_7QNjuI/AAAAAAAACVk/4cRCovFeZnc/s1600-h/17x27cm_09a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440498981682384610" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CI_7QNjuI/AAAAAAAACVk/4cRCovFeZnc/s320/17x27cm_09a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;17 x 27cm (cada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-6874433030371151906?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/6874433030371151906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/6874433030371151906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/02/todos-os-muros-sao-l.html' title='Todos os muros são L'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CH5YPOX2I/AAAAAAAACU0/Kk9LK4tB9m4/s72-c/desenhos_107a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-5290782979397716131</id><published>2010-02-20T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:20:46.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>assim que eu me recompor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CEnxd_zuI/AAAAAAAACT8/kGQVpmWWT04/s1600-h/dipitico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440494168692477666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CEnxd_zuI/AAAAAAAACT8/kGQVpmWWT04/s320/dipitico.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 235px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;assim que eu me recompôr: uma ficção em partes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;díptico fotográfico&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;(coleção particular)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;2009 - exposição espaço/tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;espaço piloto - unb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;2010-11 - Mirada desobediente: do pueril ao infantil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;galeria parangolé, 508 sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-5290782979397716131?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/5290782979397716131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/5290782979397716131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/02/assim-que-eu-me-recompor.html' title='assim que eu me recompor'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CEnxd_zuI/AAAAAAAACT8/kGQVpmWWT04/s72-c/dipitico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-4276481020697485122</id><published>2010-02-20T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:43:14.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leste/Oeste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CC-3GU-lI/AAAAAAAACTs/w5kaEKbF-rM/s1600-h/5p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440492366317550162" style="WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S4CC-3GU-lI/AAAAAAAACTs/w5kaEKbF-rM/s320/5p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; tinta acrílica e recortes de papel sobre tela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;díptico 10 x 10 cm (cada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-4276481020697485122?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4276481020697485122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4276481020697485122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/02/lesteoeste.html' title='Leste/Oeste'/><author><name>luciana 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/5007169867185167553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/5007169867185167553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/02/animacoes.html' title='animações'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-980038970977154139</id><published>2010-02-20T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:47:41.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>instalações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/peca-da-montanha.html"&gt;Peça da Montanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/01/instalacao-livros-e-tecido-azul.html"&gt;Partir em Azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/all.html"&gt;All &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/pequenas-distancias.html"&gt;Pequenas Distâncias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-crianca-eu-fugi.html"&gt;Quando criança, eu fugi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/toca.html"&gt;Toca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/problemas-de-otica-e-reflexao.html"&gt;Problemas de ótica e reflexão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-980038970977154139?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/980038970977154139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/980038970977154139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/02/instalacoes.html' title='instalações'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-805341674711562230</id><published>2010-02-19T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:45:53.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All - ocupação da galeria Fayga Ostrower, Funarte. Brasília - DF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJY569nTwfI/AAAAAAAACwI/XywQTsSbyNM/s1600/semi_1155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJY569nTwfI/AAAAAAAACwI/XywQTsSbyNM/s400/semi_1155.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJY50s70haI/AAAAAAAACwA/kbh5UX3ITzs/s1600/semi_1152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJY50s70haI/AAAAAAAACwA/kbh5UX3ITzs/s400/semi_1152.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vista geral da instalação - Galeria Fayga Ostrower, Funarte. Brasília, DF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJY6MmJUa9I/AAAAAAAACwQ/0EKcoZVztjE/s1600/semi_1156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJY6MmJUa9I/AAAAAAAACwQ/0EKcoZVztjE/s200/semi_1156.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;instalação / embalagem de chocolate Alpino, alfinetes e luzes de led&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dimensões variáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A instalação &lt;em&gt;All&lt;/em&gt; fez&amp;nbsp;parte da pesquisa de mestrado em Arte&amp;nbsp;(2010) desenvolvida por Luciana Paiva.&amp;nbsp; Também foi apresentada em 2009 no&amp;nbsp;Prêmio Energias da Arte - Instituto Cultural Tomie Ohtake, SP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All&lt;/em&gt; é realizada com papel laminado utilizado para embalar chocolate Alpino, luzes de led e alfinetes. A instalação não possui dimensões fixas devendo adaptar-se ao espaço expositivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os papéis utilizados possuem cerca de 8x8 cm. Cada embalagem é cuidadosamente esticada para que fique no formato quadrado. Esses módulos são dispostos na parede com a parte interna da embalagem à mostra (parte prateada), presos por alfinetes. As luzes de led aparecem apenas em alguns pontos, sob os papéis, reforçando o reflexo amarelado que a cor dourada da embalagem virada para a parede produz. Além disso é possível entrever focos de luz mais intensos por meio de pequenos rasgos e furos provocados pela manipulação das embalagens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Leia também: &lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/all.html"&gt;F&lt;em&gt;All&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;por Matias Monteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-805341674711562230?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/805341674711562230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/805341674711562230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-ocupacao-da-galeria-fayga-ostrower.html' title='All - ocupação da galeria Fayga Ostrower, Funarte. Brasília - DF'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJY569nTwfI/AAAAAAAACwI/XywQTsSbyNM/s72-c/semi_1155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-5156169336035642421</id><published>2010-01-28T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:28:29.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partir em Azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JNJAB35bI/AAAAAAAACRU/ds_KkCKFdwY/s1600-h/part+027a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431988917584258482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JNJAB35bI/AAAAAAAACRU/ds_KkCKFdwY/s320/part+027a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JSSORns_I/AAAAAAAACRs/LpO9zzV8bZk/s1600-h/IMG_9346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431994573585363954" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JSSORns_I/AAAAAAAACRs/LpO9zzV8bZk/s320/IMG_9346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JSSrJzA8I/AAAAAAAACR0/NxTC0u3VDnM/s1600-h/IMG_9342a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431994581337179074" style="WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JSSrJzA8I/AAAAAAAACR0/NxTC0u3VDnM/s320/IMG_9342a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;instalação / livros e tecido azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A instalação &lt;strong&gt;Partir em azul&lt;/strong&gt; foi realizada para o projeto Moradas do Íntimo, idealizado por Gê Orthof e Karina Dias. 10 artistas foram convidados a realizar trabalhos que permaneceram em 10 residências escolhidas por meio de um anúncio lançado no jornal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Partir em Azul residiu por duas semanas na casa da Neila, no quarto de seu filho Pedro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Posteriormente, os trabalhos bem como o registro do processo integraram a exposição Moradas do Íntimo no Espaço Cultural Marcantonio Vilaça - TCU em Brasília.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JNIaJml0I/AAAAAAAACRE/4lytExiSjHo/s1600-h/IMG_9379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431988907416131394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JNIaJml0I/AAAAAAAACRE/4lytExiSjHo/s320/IMG_9379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JNIzpcvjI/AAAAAAAACRM/Aw8wjwPq8p0/s1600-h/IMG_9372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431988914260590130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JNIzpcvjI/AAAAAAAACRM/Aw8wjwPq8p0/s320/IMG_9372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;residência da Neila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JUGZguUKI/AAAAAAAACSE/bKxppoars8k/s1600-h/IMG_9821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431996569466327202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JUGZguUKI/AAAAAAAACSE/bKxppoars8k/s200/IMG_9821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Espaço Cultural Marcantonio Vilaça - TCU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JUF_0ex-I/AAAAAAAACR8/WNS5nvvPbdQ/s1600-h/IMG_9357.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-5156169336035642421?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/5156169336035642421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/5156169336035642421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/01/instalacao-livros-e-tecido-azul.html' title='Partir em Azul'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/S2JNJAB35bI/AAAAAAAACRU/ds_KkCKFdwY/s72-c/part+027a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-4194817027858372733</id><published>2010-01-19T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T10:42:21.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Criptografias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A exposição &lt;strong&gt;Criptografias&lt;/strong&gt; apresentada na galeria subssolo do Espaço Piloto (UnB) em 2010 foi composta pelos seguintes trabalhos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-crianca-eu-fugi.html"&gt;Quando criança, eu fugi&lt;/a&gt; (instalação)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/02/todos-os-muros-sao-l.html"&gt;Todos os muros são L&lt;/a&gt; (desenhos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/02/animacoes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Solos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt; (animação)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJZCZ0t78QI/AAAAAAAACwY/3sw2CxRw5Kk/s1600/semi_1217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJZCZ0t78QI/AAAAAAAACwY/3sw2CxRw5Kk/s400/semi_1217.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJZDe05UOpI/AAAAAAAACwo/5aiEmWJx0ts/s1600/semi_1260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJZDe05UOpI/AAAAAAAACwo/5aiEmWJx0ts/s400/semi_1260.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Vista geral da exposição: Todos os muros são L (esquerda), Solos (direita) e Quando criança, eu fugi (ao fundo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Criptografias reúne um conjunto de trabalhos que possuem relações entre palavra e imagem. Etimologicamente o termo “criptografia” significa “escrita escondida”. A técnica de criptografar é recorrente quando se deseja ocultar a forma legível de uma mensagem,&amp;nbsp; tornando-a acessível apenas ao detentor de suas regras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJZFN1S7lFI/AAAAAAAACxA/_UiKD5PRNR8/s1600/semi_1238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJZFN1S7lFI/AAAAAAAACxA/_UiKD5PRNR8/s320/semi_1238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;solos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;animação, 34"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(projeção em papel vegetal, 3 x 2 cm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJZDjUZcPYI/AAAAAAAACww/KtQ2mAz5yZA/s1600/semi_1208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJZDjUZcPYI/AAAAAAAACww/KtQ2mAz5yZA/s200/semi_1208.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJZDlF5UIPI/AAAAAAAACw4/jdRl35xRVF0/s1600/semi_1212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJZDlF5UIPI/AAAAAAAACw4/jdRl35xRVF0/s200/semi_1212.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Todos os muros são L (detalhes da montagem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Leia também: &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-lembranca-em-forma-de-segredo-que.html"&gt;Uma lembrança em forma de segredo que pode ser compartilhado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; por Allan de Lana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;(carta-texto de apresentação da exposição)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-4194817027858372733?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4194817027858372733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4194817027858372733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/03/criptografias.html' title='Criptografias'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TJZCZ0t78QI/AAAAAAAACwY/3sw2CxRw5Kk/s72-c/semi_1217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-3495652913456263969</id><published>2010-01-19T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:18:33.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bibliobolso.blogspot.com/"&gt;Biblioteca de Bolso&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-ocupacao-da-galeria-fayga-ostrower.html"&gt;All - ocupação da galeria Fayga Ostrower - Funarte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/03/criptografias.html"&gt;Criptografias&lt;/a&gt; - exposição individual na Galeria Subssolo, Espaço Piloto. Brasília, DF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem título (da série "solos")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-3495652913456263969?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/3495652913456263969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/3495652913456263969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/01/biblioteca-de-bolso-all-ocupacao-da.html' title='2010'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-2347065363577610646</id><published>2010-01-15T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T10:37:40.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma lembrança em forma de segredo que pode ser compartilhado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(texto de apresentação da exposição Criptografias de Luciana Paiva - 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por Allan de Lana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando entrei no curso de Artes Plásticas da UnB, a disciplina Desenho 1 era ministrada pelo professor Luis Gallina e, no centro da sala, ficava você, Luciana Paiva, nossa modelo vivo (naquele tempo, veterana). A turma era formada por umas vinte e poucas pessoas, tinha gente como Antonella Moura, Moisés Crivelaro, Tomás Seferin, Marta Mencarini, Taigo Meirelles, Susana Camilión, Raquel Nava, entre outros, que desenvolveram linguagens absolutamente diversificadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aquele ateliê configurava-se como uma experiência alheia ao tipo de interação funcionalista que às vezes domina e amordaça o desenvolvimento humano. Era improvável que alguém passasse uma aula sem trocar algumas palavras com os companheiros e distrair-se. Além do mais, o processo de dimensionamento característico do desenho de observação fazia o local e as pessoas permanecerem no campo da vista dos colegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;De modo sensível, nós compreendíamos uma espécie de gestalt que buscava o “em volta” da modelo, não tinha por onde refrear uma experiência sociológica como essa. Tanto é que entre os colegas apareceram outros agrupamentos cuja vontade não estava tão presa aos meios ditos expressivos, mas sim às relações que levavam a uma experimentação conjunta. Eram grupos alternativos, fora do ambiente escolar, mais ainda libertos da univocidade de um centro/autoridade/poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ora, nessas práticas mais marginais (iniciadas desde o olhar lançado ao contexto tendo o desenho ou outra prática como pretexto) é relativamente fácil ver que a linguagem não é um ser “em si” e à parte. Adiciona-se a ela uma espécie de convívio com a pluralidade do meio social. E muito interessante aí é o lugar antropológico ocupado pela modelo, capaz de notar a transformação de tantos olhares e intencionalidades que em tese poderiam estar mirados nela. Então, os elementos com os quais a tradição séria vê e categoriza o fazer em arte acabam relativizados. Pois há coisa que se traça entremeada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você, que viveu intensamente um semelhante contexto, hoje em dia expande mais ainda o registro do diverso. Continua a vivenciar tanto territórios culturais já criados (salões de arte, por exemplo) quanto os fluxos, as trocas, presentes em situações de experimentalismo. O seu campo de visão chega hoje ao contexto de uma economia de fronteiras, não consideradas como as divisas entre estados e cidades, mas enquanto relações, intermédios com o outro. E não é que naquele muro-L (presente em todos os muros são L, solos e, olhando com cautela, um pouco de longe, em quando criança, eu fugi) está posta essa diferenciação derridiana, esse desdobrar-se intermediário? Não seria tal muro, no mínimo, uma estrutura-gonzo que só casualmente, de passagem, inclina-se a 90º? Além disso: abre: alarga: borra: aumenta: risca: papelão: obstáculo passagem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;... talvez o que você vem nos mostrar não apenas deixe aparecer o caráter do que é maleável no L, mas o salvaguarde, no sentido existencial de instalar o solo de sua significação (a possibilidade de vermos uma maleabilidade em ato) e, em um mesmo gesto, erigir-se nele... Esse solo, heteróclito, cultivado com familiaridades não-ortodoxas... Devido a essa liberdade, o seu visitante presencia um feliz divertimento material e técnico, diante do qual a intuição experimentada – já a espera de objetos conhecidos – certamente tem o próprio vacilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-2347065363577610646?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/2347065363577610646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/2347065363577610646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-lembranca-em-forma-de-segredo-que.html' title='Uma lembrança em forma de segredo que pode ser compartilhado'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-6150239067333816195</id><published>2009-09-19T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:07:51.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exposições'/><title type='text'>exposições individuais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-ocupacao-da-galeria-fayga-ostrower.html"&gt;All &lt;/a&gt;- ocupação da galeria Fayga Ostrower, Funarte. Brasília,&amp;nbsp;2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/03/criptografias.html"&gt;Criptografias&lt;/a&gt; - galeria subssolo, Espaço Piloto - UnB, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-6150239067333816195?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/6150239067333816195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/6150239067333816195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/09/individuais.html' title='exposições individuais'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-2804560446591902670</id><published>2009-08-31T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:08:31.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/peca-da-montanha.html"&gt;Peça da Montanha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/all.html"&gt;All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/01/instalacao-livros-e-tecido-azul.html"&gt;Partir em Azul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/02/assim-que-eu-me-recompor.html"&gt;Assim que eu me recompor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-2804560446591902670?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/2804560446591902670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/2804560446591902670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/2009-peca-da-montanha-all.html' title=''/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-1003775229622039656</id><published>2009-08-31T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:46:57.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/pequenas-distancias.html"&gt;Pequenas Distâncias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-crianca-eu-fugi.html"&gt;Quando criança, eu fugi.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-1003775229622039656?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/1003775229622039656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/1003775229622039656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/2008-pequenas-distancias-quando-crianca.html' title=''/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-4708076193301527756</id><published>2009-08-31T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:47:25.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/toca.html"&gt;Toca&lt;/a&gt; (parceria com Matias Monteiro)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-4708076193301527756?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4708076193301527756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/4708076193301527756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/2007-toca-parceria-com-matias-monteiro.html' title=''/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-2441883526406203417</id><published>2009-08-31T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:47:57.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2005'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwJ9cEqRWI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/9Jjf6rFm7q8/s1600-h/capa+copya.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/objeto-observador-interior.html"&gt;Objeto / Observador Interior&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/problemas-de-otica-e-reflexao.html"&gt;Problemas de ótica e reflexão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-alimente-o-livrinho.html"&gt;Não Alimente o Livrinho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/cadernos-sangrados.html"&gt;Cadernos Sangrados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwJpiyfa_I/AAAAAAAAB9I/wyHoK7qI4Eo/s1600-h/capa+copya.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-2441883526406203417?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/2441883526406203417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/2441883526406203417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-1280078915252597352</id><published>2009-08-31T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:53:53.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peça da Montanha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwGgZZW_9I/AAAAAAAAB9A/BQ5cghdLjnM/s1600-h/montanha_085p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376179208816361426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwGgZZW_9I/AAAAAAAAB9A/BQ5cghdLjnM/s320/montanha_085p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwGcEXn1zI/AAAAAAAAB84/51a3Bf195II/s1600-h/montanha_082p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376179134452455218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwGcEXn1zI/AAAAAAAAB84/51a3Bf195II/s320/montanha_082p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instalação / retalhos de papel, celofane e alfinetes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Paisagem simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://passarosachados.blogspot.com/2009/08/paisagem-simples.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eassis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His self and the sun are one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And his poems, although makings of himself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were no less makings of the sun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Wallace Stevens, &lt;em&gt;The planet on the table&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que o papel permite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a leveza eterna do possível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a criação suspensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;o vazio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;claro da luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a superfície suprema que matiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a quimera louca dos sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que o papel sentido permite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;o parentesco do branco com a parede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e o vento consagrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;em redes de sonho e línguas de sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e de infinito contido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que o papel permite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;não permite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;que a atenção se desorganize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e que nosso corpo não se atire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;na paisagem aprimorada e sentida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;que só o engenho raro e simplesde Luciana Paiva e Matias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;poderiam de fato permitir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Assis. Agosto de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-1280078915252597352?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/1280078915252597352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/1280078915252597352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/peca-da-montanha.html' title='Peça da Montanha'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwGgZZW_9I/AAAAAAAAB9A/BQ5cghdLjnM/s72-c/montanha_085p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-6904435498389883795</id><published>2009-08-31T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:54:31.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwEfizoNZI/AAAAAAAAB8o/2gvQljJDmWY/s1600-h/all_0338p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376176995139335570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwEfizoNZI/AAAAAAAAB8o/2gvQljJDmWY/s320/all_0338p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwEZsQgLaI/AAAAAAAAB8g/vmkUFLl2OO0/s1600-h/all_0353p.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwESyikc2I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/9LkebjQSA_A/s1600-h/all_0342p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376176776024453986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwESyikc2I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/9LkebjQSA_A/s320/all_0342p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instalação / embalagens de chocolate &lt;em&gt;Alpin&lt;/em&gt;o, alfinetes, fio branco e luzes de &lt;em&gt;led&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FALL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por Matias Monteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to do a piece where I go to the alps and talk to a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;The mountain will talk of things which are necessary and always true, and I shall talk of things which are sometimes, accidentally true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas Jan Ader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando criança, um velho livro de astronomia fora o suficiente. Decidi, aos 7 anos que queria ser astrônomo. Poderiam me perguntar: “porque não astronauta?” (algum inquisidor de clichês pueris sem dúvida o faria, caso eu não tivesse tomado a precaução de, pela maior parte, manter minha convicção secreta). Ora, o espaço parecia-me muito hostil e, certamente, continha distâncias muito tediosas; além disso, um astrônomo razoavelmente aparelhado seria capaz, com seus dois pés fincados no chão, de contemplar aquilo que um astronauta jamais experimentaria. Com um simples folhear de páginas eu estava nos grandes planetas gasosos de nosso sistema solar, nas superfícies rochosas e acidentadas dos asteróides, no luminescente rastro de um cometa apressado. Abandonava-me confortavelmente em uma poltrona reclinada no planetário e estava pronto para realizar minhas explorações intergalácticas. Embora houvesse empecilhos de ordem cognitiva naquele momento (por mais que tentasse não parecia ser capaz de conceber o infinito, dificuldade que, eu imaginava, seria resolvida a seu tempo), eu estava decidido: Sim, seria um astrônomo, e poderia ver o cosmos, e isso me bastaria.&lt;br /&gt;Pois, vejam vocês, para algumas crianças ver já basta. Os corpos celestes enviavam-me solícitos sua luz, desejavam ser vistos, eram verdadeiros exibicionistas. O mundo está desperto para a intelecção pueril; animasse mediante a visão da criança por saber que “nenhum aspecto da vida [lhe] é indiferente”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7892853419009554347#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Devemos aprender a bailar con las cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7892853419009554347#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; ou, ao menos a jogar com elas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7892853419009554347#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente o desejo de ser astrônomo não se concretizou (resta ainda um interesse amador, como um deslumbre e um encantamento nostálgico), mas, o desejo de ver, esse permaneceu; e um dia eu descobri que minha vocação era a de ser um observador, um apreciador e, nos casos mais radicais, um fruidor.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nada disso seja necessário para escrever algumas poucas linhas sobre a instalação All, de Luciana Paiva. Mas no campo das artes não tratamos de necessidades, mas, como argumenta Merleau Ponty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7892853419009554347#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;, de urgências. Foi mediante a esse olhar, instruído pelos grandes eventos astronômicos, que eu vira a obra em questão.&lt;br /&gt;A montagem pareceu-me excepcionalmente simples (e, portanto, podemos supor que envolva um processo rigorosamente complexo, pois, assim costuma ocorrer com as coisas que nos parecem simples); uma instalação modular diretamente realizada sobre a parede de uma sala em penumbra. Essa formatação (módulo sobre parede) parece ser a tônica dominante da obra de Luciana Paiva, ao menos de suas obras mais recentes. Em 2008 realizou duas instalações com soluções bastante próximas: Quando criança, eu fugi e Pequenas distâncias. Não apenas essas três obras compartilham apresentações análogas, também é possível através delas perceber uma sutil mudança no foco de interesse da artista no que concerne um de seus temas recorrentes: o uso da palavra escrita.&lt;br /&gt;Se Quando criança, eu fugi é formada por um jogo associativo de palavras (ao modo surrealista), Pequenas distâncias apresenta-nos grafismos secretos que se sugerem como ideogramas, criptografias, símbolos matemáticos, etc., para, por fim, revelarem-se como inscritos em um processo narrativo. Em All a palavra não está mais apresentada (a não ser pelo alusivo e sutil título da obra). Luciana parece se desvencilhar da palavra como registro escrito para abordar, então, a linguagem como estrutura. O que está em questão em All é essa composição (poderíamos dizê-la melódica) que se revela na repetição e alternância de padrões, no exercício de uma insignificância (ou uma insignificação) que lhe é própria.&lt;br /&gt;As dezenas de pequenos papéis laminados, dispostos de forma tão delicada sobre a parede, encobrindo (ou eclipsando) minúsculas fontes luminosas, possui uma singeleza rudimentar: Percebemos seus fios, seus apoios, as pequenas fissuras na finíssima película metálica. Luciana convida-nos a uma poética da precariedade, da banalidade.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo de observação cuidadosa, identifica-se essa nebulosa metálica como sendo composta de pequenas embalagens de bombom cuidadosamente abertas e desamarrotadas (não outro senão o chocolate Alpino, com sua superfície dourada e seu pequeno monte omitidos contra a parede; uma clara alusão ao desejo de ascensão e os riscos da vertigem). O universo (aquele que realmente vale a pena ser visto) pode ser obtido das formas mais simples: velhas impressões em um livro antigo nos fazem astrônomos, algumas bolas de isopor já bastam para que o estudante prodigioso simule as elipses planetárias. Por vezes o encantamento da simplicidade nos passa despercebido frente a nossa eterna expectativa pelo espetáculo. Amar um material descartado, viver em suas imperfeições é um procedimento extremamente afetuoso e difícil de exercitar. Por vezes o finíssimo metal parece demasiado áspero a nosso olhar domesticado.&lt;br /&gt;Luciana propõe-nos que exercitemos essa capacidade de sonhar; revela-nos que “Uma série de olhares poderia ser tão sólida quanto qualquer coisa ou lugar (....)”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7892853419009554347#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[5]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Devolve-nos essa capacidade (tão valorizada por Baudelaire) de surpreendermos com o cotidiano e com o banal; e de ver estrelas, aonde quer que elas apareçam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matias Monteiro é mestre em Arte na linha de pesquisa de Poéticas Contemporâneas pela Universidade de Brasília.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brasília, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7892853419009554347#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt; BAUDELAIRE, Charles. Sobre a Modernidade. 2007. p. 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7892853419009554347#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt; TSULTRIM em Conferência realizada em Brasília em 15/12/2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7892853419009554347#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt; “En el reino de las cosas el niño viene a ser una cosa más, que juega con ellas. El hombre no. El hombre es el amo que dice al objeto:‘іYo te pongo aquí!’. En cambio, en el juego del niño, es el objeto el que ruega: ‘Ponme aquí”. ZAFFARONI, Raúl. Apud: PELUFFO, Gabriel. Em: PORTER, Liliana: 2003. p. 169.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7892853419009554347#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;[4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt; MERLEAU-PONTY, Maurice. O olho e o espírito. 2004. p. 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7892853419009554347#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;[5]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; SMITHSON, Robert. Em:CONTRIM, Cecília, FERREIRA, Glória, p196.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-6904435498389883795?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/6904435498389883795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/6904435498389883795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/all.html' title='All'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwEfizoNZI/AAAAAAAAB8o/2gvQljJDmWY/s72-c/all_0338p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-8987355681619847995</id><published>2009-08-31T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:41:15.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenas Distâncias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwCuDqvLZI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/V678VA2J3Ng/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376175045455326610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwCuDqvLZI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/V678VA2J3Ng/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwCoVXOsXI/AAAAAAAAB8I/JBzk-1e7z9w/s1600-h/fotoas_036a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376174947126129010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwCoVXOsXI/AAAAAAAAB8I/JBzk-1e7z9w/s200/fotoas_036a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwCZ9KDJpI/AAAAAAAAB8A/aEWz0VPlETk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376174700110227090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwCZ9KDJpI/AAAAAAAAB8A/aEWz0VPlETk/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instalação / papéis de animação e 3 monitores LCD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Galeria Fayga Ostrower - Funarte, Brasília.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fotos por Sylvana Lobo e João Angelini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para visualização das animações que compõem a video-instalação clique &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FN5CRotTqt4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-8987355681619847995?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/8987355681619847995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/8987355681619847995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/pequenas-distancias.html' title='Pequenas Distâncias'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SpwCuDqvLZI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/V678VA2J3Ng/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-6842355869267698478</id><published>2009-08-31T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:54:24.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv_ubHvlmI/AAAAAAAAB7w/KSZvxnWLdxw/s1600-h/IMG_5296+copya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376171753216120418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv_ubHvlmI/AAAAAAAAB7w/KSZvxnWLdxw/s320/IMG_5296+copya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376172025519269874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv_-Rh35_I/AAAAAAAAB74/yDxJN10HdBc/s200/IMG_5297a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv_owa5P0I/AAAAAAAAB7o/icrAN4w6JSk/s1600-h/IMG_5297a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376171520258309026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv_g3SRe6I/AAAAAAAAB7g/ZfwTcHt23TM/s320/IMG_5299a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv_ahlqObI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/b7bsJh65NcY/s1600-h/1105130900_d3e46d6615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376171411354827186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv_ahlqObI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/b7bsJh65NcY/s320/1105130900_d3e46d6615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;parceria com Matias Monteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;instalação / sala escura, brinquedo de pelúcia sobre suporte de mdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Galeria Subssolo da Casa de Cultura da América Latina, Brasília.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fotos por Allan de Lana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esse coelho, oclusão de pelúcia, volta-se para si, perdido na imensidão da sala escura. A Galeria da Casa da Cultura da América Latina (que, momentaneamente, se converte em seu cárcere) é alcançada em um jogo de escadas. É necessário descender (origem/abaixo). O descer da escada se dá em uma série de quedas calculadas, um movimento quase involuntário, resposta do meu corpo na busca de preencher os vazios arquitetônicos, escoando em virtude da gravidade pela consecução de degraus... um movimento assim, tão banal, tão corriqueiro, não mereceria sequer um momento de reflexão.O jogo de consecução de pés e pernas, a cadência do som desenfreado de passos, o toque vacilante no corrimão, se convertem no mais tolo dos movimentos (ou menos que um movimento). Descendo, chego a toca do coelho. É apenas na decadência que eu a alcanço.Uma vez lá, me faço invasor. Temo o negro, mas entro na sala. A única fonte luminosa volta-se para o coelho, inicialmente protegido da visão do visitante pela pilastra que se faz anteparo ao olhar. É necessário uma aproximação. Passos vacilantes (como sempre são os deslocamentos no escuro); o breu não é total, é mera penunbra, suficiente para inquietar o andar.Então eu o vejo. Já não me resta escapatória desse pequeno sistema patológico, tão compacto e perturbador. E a mim, pede-se que eu o suporte, que o aprecie, ou ao menos, que o veja. Mas não há nada a ver. Não a nada a saber, não há o que presenciar a não ser um ato de resistência, um gesto que se imobiliza, um movimento potencial. Algo vai acontecer, mas nada de fato acontece... a mim, só resta a abnegação moral e o embaraçar das pernas ao subir as escadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;por Luciana Paiva e Matias Monteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-6842355869267698478?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/6842355869267698478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/6842355869267698478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/toca.html' title='Toca'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv_ubHvlmI/AAAAAAAAB7w/KSZvxnWLdxw/s72-c/IMG_5296+copya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-8412104666043038347</id><published>2009-08-31T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:54:28.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando criança, eu fugi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv9W0ZCCmI/AAAAAAAAB7I/J-uI2NdtUyU/s1600-h/qdcr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376169148659403362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv9W0ZCCmI/AAAAAAAAB7I/J-uI2NdtUyU/s320/qdcr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv9I64PodI/AAAAAAAAB7A/_LGwS7-nCBY/s1600-h/playreplay_146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376168675834201266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv87S-uBLI/AAAAAAAAB64/BvD4kVo5sBA/s320/playreplay_137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376168909882761682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv9I64PodI/AAAAAAAAB7A/_LGwS7-nCBY/s320/playreplay_146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv8z4nJiUI/AAAAAAAAB6w/BbJ3i1f_0TU/s1600-h/qd_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376168548496935234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv8z4nJiUI/AAAAAAAAB6w/BbJ3i1f_0TU/s320/qd_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;instalação / recortes de palavra cruzada sobre a parede e políptico de mdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;dimensões variáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Espaço Cultural Marcantonio Vilaça - TCU, Brasília.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv8h_lFZ1I/AAAAAAAAB6o/cUROK7S1ZRg/s1600-h/qdcr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-8412104666043038347?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/8412104666043038347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/8412104666043038347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/quando-crianca-eu-fugi.html' title='Quando criança, eu fugi.'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv9W0ZCCmI/AAAAAAAAB7I/J-uI2NdtUyU/s72-c/qdcr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-2565208758127493452</id><published>2009-08-31T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:54:06.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Objeto / Observador interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv7W2EV0jI/AAAAAAAAB6g/CmDZk5g4GnM/s1600-h/6p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376166950086234674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv7W2EV0jI/AAAAAAAAB6g/CmDZk5g4GnM/s320/6p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Objeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;assemblage / objetos e recortes sobre suporte de mdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;27 x 15 cm ao todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv7NoYlcVI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/dtEtcWhm1C0/s1600-h/7p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376166791794225490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv7NoYlcVI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/dtEtcWhm1C0/s320/7p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Observador Interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;assemblage / objetos e recortes sobre suporte de mdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;42 x 15 cm ao todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-2565208758127493452?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/2565208758127493452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/2565208758127493452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/objeto-observador-interior.html' title='Objeto / Observador interior'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv7W2EV0jI/AAAAAAAAB6g/CmDZk5g4GnM/s72-c/6p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-7210767979261003618</id><published>2009-08-31T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:54:19.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problemas de ótica e reflexão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv6Sruw88I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/LYxK-UXRFPg/s1600-h/3p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376165779080278978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv6Sruw88I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/LYxK-UXRFPg/s320/3p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;instalação / livro, lupa e gaiola em miniatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Galeria de Bolso - Casa de Cultura da América Latina, Brasília.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fotos por João Angelini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-7210767979261003618?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/7210767979261003618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/7210767979261003618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/problemas-de-otica-e-reflexao.html' title='Problemas de ótica e reflexão'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv6Sruw88I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/LYxK-UXRFPg/s72-c/3p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-8058346203877083803</id><published>2009-08-31T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:54:19.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Alimente o Livrinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv5RHmf9dI/AAAAAAAAB6I/AZRsIXNc1xM/s1600-h/2p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376164652690437586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv5RHmf9dI/AAAAAAAAB6I/AZRsIXNc1xM/s320/2p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;objeto / livro, lupa e grade de metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5,5x4,4cm (livro), 6cm (lupa) e 7x7x7cm (grade).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto de François Calil para o catálogo do &lt;em&gt;14o Salão Anapolino de Artes&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anápolis - GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-8058346203877083803?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/8058346203877083803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/8058346203877083803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-alimente-o-livrinho.html' title='Não Alimente o Livrinho'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv5RHmf9dI/AAAAAAAAB6I/AZRsIXNc1xM/s72-c/2p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-7739915392931975037</id><published>2009-08-31T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T09:35:30.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadernos Sangrados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv3naE07zI/AAAAAAAAB6A/CCf9BUzEAWQ/s1600-h/1p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376162836583345970" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv3naE07zI/AAAAAAAAB6A/CCf9BUzEAWQ/s320/1p.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 297px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;objeto/ 3 pares de livros formato A5 dispostos lado a lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv3jPswx0I/AAAAAAAAB54/Hnjv-smdiLA/s1600-h/vista+geral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376162765078579010" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv3jPswx0I/AAAAAAAAB54/Hnjv-smdiLA/s320/vista+geral.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 80px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Vista geral da exposição &lt;em&gt;Bibliofagia&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Matias Monteiro, Luciana Paiva, Rebeca Borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;(trabalho de Luciana Fernandino ao fundo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Galeria Fayga Ostrower - Funarte, Brasília.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6VCCxDLfs0/Tm40mBvyYJI/AAAAAAAAC-E/ikenSxbrPu4/s1600/Imagem+860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6VCCxDLfs0/Tm40mBvyYJI/AAAAAAAAC-E/ikenSxbrPu4/s320/Imagem+860.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-7739915392931975037?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/7739915392931975037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/7739915392931975037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/cadernos-sangrados.html' title='Cadernos Sangrados'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/Spv3naE07zI/AAAAAAAAB6A/CCf9BUzEAWQ/s72-c/1p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-6510184480232927708</id><published>2009-02-05T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:54:46.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não alimente o livrinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1V9Bv4IzI/AAAAAAAAC00/2sW5Hnlt5L4/s1600/MORADAS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1V9Bv4IzI/AAAAAAAAC00/2sW5Hnlt5L4/s320/MORADAS.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/8rryuGHGlns/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rryuGHGlns&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rryuGHGlns&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-137921595493560780?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/137921595493560780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/137921595493560780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/02/moradas-do-intimo.html' title='Moradas do íntimo'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1V9Bv4IzI/AAAAAAAAC00/2sW5Hnlt5L4/s72-c/MORADAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-3782296070729812100</id><published>2009-02-05T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:50:35.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1VOojUYzI/AAAAAAAAC0o/W5sUyEonzZg/s1600/toca+femea+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1VOojUYzI/AAAAAAAAC0o/W5sUyEonzZg/s320/toca+femea+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1VRbk_B7I/AAAAAAAAC0s/VDBblWUntWc/s1600/toca+femea+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1VRbk_B7I/AAAAAAAAC0s/VDBblWUntWc/s320/toca+femea+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1Vh8Of07I/AAAAAAAAC0w/nBShsFpIAhc/s1600/Untitled-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1Vh8Of07I/AAAAAAAAC0w/nBShsFpIAhc/s320/Untitled-4.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-3782296070729812100?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/3782296070729812100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/3782296070729812100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/02/toca.html' title='Toca'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1VOojUYzI/AAAAAAAAC0o/W5sUyEonzZg/s72-c/toca+femea+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-2750737746965881981</id><published>2009-02-05T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:55:46.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obra Inventário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1SeRbW4bI/AAAAAAAAC0c/1ranMkHNo04/s1600/convite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1SeRbW4bI/AAAAAAAAC0c/1ranMkHNo04/s320/convite.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1SdkncEtI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/jTu6J9DrIQ4/s1600/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1RcStt7nI/AAAAAAAAC0U/PrqmpBVgpCE/s1600/convite+eletr%25C3%25B4nico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1RcStt7nI/AAAAAAAAC0U/PrqmpBVgpCE/s320/convite+eletr%25C3%25B4nico.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/wpwqaN0GbgI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wpwqaN0GbgI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wpwqaN0GbgI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-1363048248566917583?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/1363048248566917583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/1363048248566917583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/02/criptografias.html' title='Criptografias'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1RcStt7nI/AAAAAAAAC0U/PrqmpBVgpCE/s72-c/convite+eletr%25C3%25B4nico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-3988403153697405341</id><published>2009-02-05T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:29:30.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1QNHT-sWI/AAAAAAAAC0I/Oeqh6HANFSs/s1600/convitefunarte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="196" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1QNHT-sWI/AAAAAAAAC0I/Oeqh6HANFSs/s320/convitefunarte.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1QS_7VhEI/AAAAAAAAC0M/S8QpHmc4VtI/s1600/correio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1QS_7VhEI/AAAAAAAAC0M/S8QpHmc4VtI/s320/correio.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-3988403153697405341?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/3988403153697405341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/3988403153697405341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/02/all.html' title='All'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/TU1QNHT-sWI/AAAAAAAAC0I/Oeqh6HANFSs/s72-c/convitefunarte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-7142051566235823228</id><published>2009-02-05T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:11:43.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karina Dias (texto para banca de defesa do mestrado)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em Precário- Fragilidade e Instabilidade na Imagem, Luciana olha o seu trabalho estabelecendo uma relação precisa e preciosa entre a sua prática artística, os artistas e os autores escolhidos. Eleição poético-afetiva que nos confirma que devemos, sim, nos inclinar para ver o mundo que nos cerca. Habituados demais a nossa posição privilegiada de observadores da realidade, Luciana nos propõe olhar a falha, nos convida a acolher as coisas do mundo, a tomar o seu partido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seria essa a sua súplica, afirmar que tudo é parte porque parcial? Que tudo é deserto até que deixemos aí o rastro de nossa passagem? Se já somos pela metade, como sabiamente lembrou Yoko Ono que você mesmo cita, sua pesquisa aponta para um questionamento sobre os limites da imagem, sobre os limites de nossa percepção visual quando as condições normais de visibilidade/legibilidade se encontram ausentes e que, a partir daí, somos convocados a ver (in)comum, a ter outros olhos como escreveu Proust [1], para ver lá onde acreditamos ter tudo visto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A imagem precária evocada em seu trabalho pede ao nosso olhar cumplicidade e engajamento, uma pausa naquela urgência de ver que anestesia a nossa observação. Observação que aqui é reivindicada como um processo e nos leva do micro ao macro, nos convida o olhar no ínfimo detalhe uma constelação. Nesse movimento do olhar que nos incita a nos aproximarmos para ver, olhar com a lupa, como apontado no seu texto, é constatar a nossa impotência de tudo ver, é tomar uma “distância mínima, [como se estivéssemos] apenas recuado[s]” [2]&amp;nbsp;para encontrar aquele detalhe que seria capaz de armazenar o horizonte, de condensar o mundo, de sustentar a sua arquitetura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se pensarmos na etimologia latina do termo de-talhe encontramos a ação de-talhar, o que pressupõe um sujeito que “talha”. Essa ação transforma a relação com o objeto talhado. O detalhe implica a ação de recortar, daí sua configuração depender do ponto de vista do detalhante. O detalhe é de-finido, isto é, tornado perceptível a partir do conjunto e da operação do talho. Uma operação que, a um só tempo, coloca em relevo e nos reconduz a olhar o todo ao qual o detalhe pertence [3].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Portanto, compreender o cotidiano a partir dos seus detalhes é como “ver do seu interior”, é descobrir, aí, particularidades à primeira vista não observadas. Um interior que, para você, se abre como um abismo, é superfície e fissura e no entanto se torna o lugar de onde nos olhamos e vemos o seu trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, munidos desse olhar vertiginoso e tomados pelas coisas do mundo, pressentimos a fragilidade e a queda, que para nós é puro risco, é perda de uma estabilidade que, apesar de ilusória, nos conforta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luciana, em sua postura de detalhante, nos convida a olhar na beira do abismo, a experimentar a vertigem que nos leva a uma nova percepção, à absoluta certeza de que a incompletude é eterna, que a nossa visão é sempre marginal porque vemos em parte, vemos as partes... vemos porque não vemos. E nesse espaço vacante, na cisão que instala o deserto somos desejosos de utopia, de uma utopia que revela por que desvenda outros processos, outros métodos e as novas alianças que nos conduzem ao interior de um mundo em que as coisas tem, como escreve Ponge que você cita, a capacidade de nos desarranjar ou melhor de nos des-locar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse movimento mínimo cuja revolução é máxima (parafraseando Macchi) se amplifica em seu trabalho através, por exemplo, da repetição. Repetição que vem sublinhar aquilo que nos é mostrado, traduzindo-se como uma visibilidade que persiste, que insiste em tomar posse do olhar, ao mesmo tempo em que o olhar toma posse do que vê. Entre olhar e olhar mais uma vez, inumeráveis são as possibilidades de apreender aquilo que nos é mostrado. Não poderia também a repetição ser um elemento que coloca em dúvida, em xeque a nossa certeza, a nossa convicção de que realmente vemos o que é mostrado? A repetição traz em si uma espécie de insatisfação, pois parece que estamos sempre à espera de que algo novo aconteça e se acrescente a nossa visão. Nesse desejo de reiteração, a repetição nos faz (re)ver aquilo que já vimos, tornando difícil a identificação de uma narração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O seu trabalho suspende a narração do cotidiano porque, para você, ele é fabuloso e secretamente fantástico. Nesse cotidiano que já é outro, você cria o seu vocabulário: instabilidade, vertigem, verticalização, fracasso, deserto, vulnerabilidades, abismo....Noções que parecem tencionar o detalhe a sua disjunção, eu diria mesmo noções que excedem à síntese e trazem a marca do sublime, que não nos oferecem paragem, porque nos instigam a traçar outras direções para compreender o que nos cerca, a constatar a nossa vulnerabilidade diante das nossas estruturas de pensamento, da certeza de que de fato domesticamos o mundo que nos cerca. Nesse sentido eu te faço uma única pergunta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;• Se o cotidiano é maravilhoso o bastante, como entoa o movimento Fluxus, o que há de sublime em seu trabalho? Como a síntese, o esvaziamento e a minúcia podem evocar tal relação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O sublime em seu trabalho é aquele que faz pensar e é da ordem do invu. Ele é silencioso e, no entanto, tem a potência de abrir janelas lá onde não esperávamos, de nos fazer ver que a paisagem a nossa volta está sempre em constituição, precária e inacabada, e que, finalmente, a falha, a fresta, oferece morada à imaginação. Em All, a banalidade se transfigura em constelação e nessa conjuntura estelar vc nos convida, através da minúcia, a entrever a imensidão. Imensidão que, aliás, como sabemos, também é íntima. Nesse movimento, vagamos vacilantes, como vc mesmo escreve, por perceber que o pormenor contém o horizonte, que ele é falha e se dissolve, cambiante em sua forma e vulnerável à entropia ( All é entropia). Neste trabalho olhamos o céu, olhamos a noite que seria capaz, como escreve Geneviève Clancy, “de dar corpo ao elo carnal que nos faz parte do universo, e nos dá o mesmo sangue que as estrelas...” [4]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente, o trabalho de Luciana nos confirma, como nos lembra Michel Collot [5], que as coisas se dão somente em um horizonte, isto é, sob uma aparência e com uma configuração cambiantes que diferem de um ponto de vista e de um momento a outro e segundo uma relação que vai do determinado ao indeterminado, em que, a um só tempo, adivinhamos e percebemos. Podemos, então, compreender que a “fábula do mundo” inventada por cada artista não constitui um mundo à parte ou à pura ficção de um outro mundo, mas é uma resposta à provocação do nosso mundo que é fabuloso e suscetível de múltiplas interpretações, pois em sua estrutura de horizonte, como afirma o autor, sempre há a possibilidade, ou melhor o desejo de utopia que nos motiva a extrapolar as coisas e o próprio visível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[1] PROUST, Marcel. La Prisonnière (1923). Paris: Gallimard, 1954.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[2] ROUSSEL, Raymond. La vue et poèmes inédits. Op.cit., p.41. Tradução livre da autora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[3] CALABRESE, Omar. A idade Neo-Barroca. Lisboa :Edições 70, 1987.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[4] CLANCY, Geneviève. Méditations sur La nuit in ESPINASSE, Catherine, GWIAZDZINSKI, Luc, HEURGON, Edith (coord.) La nuit en question – Colloque de Cerisy. Op.cit., p.161.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[5] COLLOT, Michel. La poesie moderne et la structure d’horizon. Paris : PUF, 1989.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*texto apresentado por Karina Dias na banca de defesa da dissertação "Precário: fragilidade e instabilidade na imagem" de Luciana Paiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-7142051566235823228?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/7142051566235823228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/7142051566235823228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/02/karina-dias-texto-para-banca-de-defesa.html' title='Karina Dias (texto para banca de defesa do mestrado)'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-3300968690558454145</id><published>2009-02-05T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T06:26:21.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dicionário minimalista sobre o precário - Edson Luiz Andre de Sousa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;“Como ampliar uma idéia original ao mesmo tempo que a reduzimos”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sofi Hemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A idéia deste dicionário sugerida pelo trabalho de Luciana que em suas considerações finais pg. 82 escreve “optamos pela construção de um vocabulário”. Segue aqui brevemente meu pequeno dicionário minimalista como um ensaio de argüição e principalmente de diálogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;RESTOS&lt;/strong&gt; – “All” trabalho guia de Luciana é uma espécie de anti-monumento na medida em que busca justamente na pele dourada da imagem um suporte para um pensamento consistente. Neste sentido se afina com a tese lúcida de Robert Musil em suas considerações inamistosas de que “ não há no mundo inteiro nada de tão invisível quanto os monumentos.” Acrescenta ele “ e no entanto, foram erguidos, sem dúvida, para serem vistos ou mais categoricamente, para despertar a atenção”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A invisibilidade do monumento se deve a sua pretensão de consistência. Ora, diz Musil “Tudo que é duradouro perde seu poder de impressionar”. Uma leitura apressada pode considerar absurda tão proposição mas partimos da idéia que precisamos cada vez mais de uma sensibilidade atenta ao que é da ordem da ruína. Luciana tenta resgatar em sua dissertação este pensamento da ruína, considerada por Gérard Wajcman “o objeto do século” . Século das ruínas e que a arte de forma radical tenta reintroduzir na pauta do mundo, abrindo assim uma fissura no espírito totalitário da maquinaria limpa da vida. A ruína é, portanto, o objeto visível pois como poderíamos nos lembrar de algo sem as evidências do resto. Aqui um diálogo estreito com objeto freudiano que coloca em pauta a lógica do recalcamento. Recalcamento sempre falho pois se não fosse assim não haveria restos e nenhuma chance para história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt; ECLIPSE&lt;/strong&gt; - Meu primeiro movimento ontem a noite ao chegar em Brasilia foi ver All no espaço da Funarte. Noite clara e tudo escuro no prédio. Gê, desbravador como sempre, bateu a porta e o vigilante disse que infelizmente não poderíamos entrar. Mas, enfim uma autorização esquecida no balcão nos abriu as portas. O trabalho foi acordando aos poucos, com o movimento do vigilante acendendo as pequenas luzes, o movimento de seu corpo balançando os papeis dourados. Uma sensação de estar aonde não poderia estar, fora do horário, fora do tempo. As pequenas lâminas alpinas como pele funcionando como quebra luz numa imagem potente de um eclipse. Lembrei é claro de Antonioni, o célebre filme de 1962 que compõe sua trilogia da incomunicabilidade (A aventura, A noite, Eclipse). Luciana insiste em seu texto neste mínimo, detalhe que convoca o afeto. Mas, é um afeto enigma, elíptico pois embora a composição cartográfica da obra ela aponta com furor o vazio de que é composto. Se o olho é capturado pelo pequeno clarão também repousa no outro lado da sala vazia, absolutamente vazia, quase em abandono como um espécie de noite sem nenhuma aventura. Algo da ordem do repouso. Morte ? O Eclipse de Antonioni tenta mostrar o mal estar que nos constitui, inevitavelmente como lembrou Freud. Lembra Antonioni sobre o filme” tudo o que consigo pensar é que, durante o eclipse, provavelmente até os sentimentos ficarão parados”. Filme e obra que apontam mapas incertos, a incerteza e a insuficiência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;PRECÁRIO&lt;/strong&gt; - Como a dissertação em sua arquitetura conceitual busca sempre apontar as distâncias e proximidades possíveis, entre idéias, obras, hipóteses, conceitos cabe aqui uma pergunta: que distância entre as duas definições de precário que Luciana apresenta na pg. 24 de sua dissertação: Precário como fragilidade e instabilidade e Precário como “aquele que pede ou suplica”? Grande distância. Talvez a primeira definição não se sustente completamente pois o precário que faz menção é potente, pleno de força justamente por sua instabilidade. Alias, aqui Luciana concentra em vários momentos uma leitura da função mesma da arte que é produzir esta descontinuidade no discurso, estas fissuras na imagem, abrir brechas para novas imagens deslocando o sentido habitual das coisas. Precário nesta primeira acepção pode adquirir, portanto uma injunção moral de uma forma que preza a consistência, a repetição, a preservação da lógica do sentido e portanto do poder. Prefiro pensar as finas lâminas como chapas de aço naquilo que uma idéia é capaz de sustentar, de evocar, de mostrar: precário, portanto, como força. Precário como perigo, mas um perigo que salva como bem lembrava Holderlin: “Lá onde está o perigo, cresce também o que salva”. Prefiro acompanhar o segundo sentido , um grande achado de Luciana. Precário como aquele que pede ou suplica. O que o objeto nos demanda? O que a obra nos pede, no exige? Os véus dourados fixados com dois alfinetes na parede, uma sutil crucificação da forma que me fez lembrar a célebre série de Barnett Newman “Stations of the Cross” (Via crucis). Barnett Newman lembra o grito de suplica de cristo “Pai, porque me abandonastes?” como a imagem potente de nosso desamparo. Intitula uma destas pinturas “Be” mostrando que a única resposta possível é “seja”! A arte tem esta força de chamar por nossa responsabilidade e assim não nos deixar sucumbir a tentação de esperar do pai a resposta numa posição inevitável de culpa e inibição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Imagem não disponível&lt;/strong&gt; – (referência ao livro de Jorgi Vidal “La outra”) Aqui a evocação do trabalho de Giovanni Anselmo intitulado Invisible na pg. 42 é exemplar. A peça cortada, a fissura mostrando na obra o abismo que nos constitui. Esta fenda acolhe a imagem não disponível, gênese de toda utopia. Dialogo com Giuseppe Penone e a necessidade de esvaziamento e recusa as imposições visuais, as ações de Matta Clark mostrando os cortes que abrem espaços para novas imagens. Utopia como buraco no texto, utopia em sua vocação de fracasso. Como desenvolvi em um texto sobre esta questão trata-se aqui do ato artístico na função de fazer furo no futuro. Recusa de qualquer imagem antecipada e já carregada de sentido. Imagem como suspensão, como promessa, como principio esperança. Jameson em seu “Sementes do tempo” é categórico neste ponto: “ A vocação da utopia é o fracasso; seu valor epistemológico está nas paredes que ela nos permite perceber em torno das nossas mentes, nos limites invisíveis que nos permite detectar, por mera indução, no atoleiro das nossas imaginações no modo de produção, a lama da época presente que se gruda nos sapatos da utopia alada. (aqui a feliz evocação de Luciana do Bolero de Francis Alys). O texto utópico realmente nos dá a vívida lição daquilo que não podemos imaginar: só que não o faz pela imaginação concreta, mas sim por meio dos buracos no texto, que são a nossa própria incapacidade de ver além da época e de suas conclusões ideológicas.” Utopias nestas lâminas de retalhos de céu como menciona Luciana na pg. 61. Luciana mostra como esta contingência do precário (que insisto em aproximar de utopia) se articula com a urgência da produção artistica. Pg. 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;DEJETOS&lt;/strong&gt; - Luciana discorre sobre várias ordens de dejetos mostrando de alguma forma que esta nomeação diz respeito a uma categoria de valor. Pensar portanto em dejetos implica interrogar o principio mesmo da nomeação já que a palavra infiltra imagem no objeto. A referência a Paul Auster na pg. 49 é exemplar na medida em que o personagem do romance busca encontrar novos nomes aos objetos em ruínas e que perderam sua função. Novos significantes. Uma referência preciosa a esta questão é justamente um dos capítulos de Haroldo de Campos em seu “A arte no horizonte do provável” intitulado a Poética do precário. Busca em Schwitters e em Joyce uma redescoberta do mundo perdido do objeto através do que ele nomeia “dejetos lingüísticos”. Não poderíamos pensar aqui no objeto a lacaniano, este objeto como puro dejeto, como objeto causa de desejo e que tem a função de resistir a significantização (como ele diz no seminário da Angustia)? Neste ponto tenho pensado o objeto a em sua função utópica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Pensamentos elementares&lt;/strong&gt; - Talvez um outro nome para o que Luciana chama de mínimo irredutível, elemento que busca em sua reflexão e em seus trabalhos. Mínimo que expande a interrogação sobre o lugar do sujeito, nesta inversão fundamental que arte evidencia de que o ato produz o sujeito. Diante do abismo, do imponderável , somos reduzidos ao mínimo, como estratégia ultima de defesa. Isto fica claro em Mishima em seu “Morte em pleno verão” (As vezes, um incidente como esse põe em movimento uma espécie de psicologia de grupo que permite a todos somente os pensamentos mais elementares. Não é fácil ficar de fora). Contudo nossa condição é esta do fora. É deste lugar que nos constituímos. Obscuro fundador. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;OBSCURO &lt;/strong&gt;- Não estávamos lá na noite em que fomos concebidos, assim buscamos a imagem impossível, interditada e por isto mesmo sempre reatualizada em nossos desejos de saber. Pascal Guignard traçando uma história texto narra estes escuros do sexual. Fascinação entre o brilho e a sombra, a imagem por trás da luz, a imagem fugidia , pregnante. “não compreendo nada nem do meu destino nem do destino dos outros, que vivi e pequei e criei, que irei embora, um dia, sem nada ter compreendido, na obscuridade que nos pariu a todos” (p.95) James Joyce Sexual também o ponto de partida de Freud. Obscuro no seu ponto de iluminação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;CORTE &lt;/strong&gt;– O critico Donald Wall pergunta a Gord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;on Matta-Clark (Desfazer o Espaço) Voce mencionou que um dos seus objetivos é criar complexidade sem fazer coisa alguma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Obviamente, o mero corte entre um espaço e outro produz uma certa complexidade, relacionada ao ponto de vista e a percepção de profundidade. O que mais me interessa, à parte as vistas surpreendentes geradas pelas remoções, é o elemento da estratificação. Não é a superfície, mas as bordas estreitas, as superfícies cortadas que revelam o processo autobiográfico de sua elaboração. Em outras palavras, a maneira com que uma superfície uniforme se estabelece. P. 161 Aqui uma estratégia do ato de criação de recuperar a condição de singularidade e que no meu entender diz respeito ao que Paul Valery define como poietica na medida em que a “ obra do espírito só existe como ato. Fora deste ato, o que permanece é apenas um objeto que não oferece qualquer relação particular com o espírito” Luciana conduz grande parte de sua reflexão nesta direção: ato como corte, como produção de intervalos, como indicando o elo que falta na rede de significantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A carta rasgada de Joyce na palavra intolerável mas fundamental. (Mencionar carta de Martha Fleischmann)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;CHOCOLATE&lt;/strong&gt; – Arriscaria pensar o que Luciana nomeia na pg. 61 “precariedade do papel laminado” como o princípio esperança que nos habita no momento de abrir o Alpino. Metáfora poética do que a vida pode nos oferecer! Um desejo diante do qual nos protegemos. Impossível não lembrar aqui da Tabacaria de Fernando Pessoa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;“come chocolates pequena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Come chocolates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olha que não há mais metafísica no mundo senão chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olha que as religiões todas não ensinam mais que a confeitaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Come, pequena suja, come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pudesse eu comer chocolates com a mesma verdade com que comes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas eu penso e, ao tirar o papel de prata, que é de folha de estanho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deito tudo para o chão, como tenho deitado a vida” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Desta horizontalidade , quem sabe , pode nascer o sonho. Ascensão do espírito que resiste a força dos códigos de barras. O papel laminado recomposto mas memória da desordem e por isso da promessa. Como lembra Paul Valery “ tudo é desordem e qualquer reação contra a desordem é da mesma espécie que ela. É porque essa desordem é ,aliás, a condição de sua fecundidade: ela contém a promessa, já que essa fecundidade depende mais do inesperado que do esperado, e mais do que ignoramos, que aquilo que sabemos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;RENUNCIA&lt;/strong&gt; (para não ser lido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Walter Benjamin em seu clássico “Infância em Berlim” evoca com saudosismo sua relação com o jogo de letras (lembrando aqui o trabalho das palavras cruzadas de Luciana). A letra que quer entrar e não pode entrar. Diz ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“O jogo das letras – “nada desperta em mim saudades que o jogo das letras. Admirava-me como tanta modéstia podia coexistir com tanta magnificência. Era um estado de graça. E minha mão direita que , obedientemente, se esforçava por obtê-lo, não conseguia. Tinha de permanecer do lado de fora tal como o porteiro que deve deixar passar os eleitos. Portanto, sua relação com as letras era de renuncia.” p. 105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*texto apresentado por Edson de Sousa na banca de defesa da dissertação "Precário: fragilidade e instabilidade na imagem" de Luciana Paiva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-3300968690558454145?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/3300968690558454145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/3300968690558454145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/02/dicionario-minimalista-sobre-o-precario.html' title='Dicionário minimalista sobre o precário - Edson Luiz Andre de Sousa'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892853419009554347.post-916747225918627607</id><published>2009-02-05T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T07:09:34.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos e documentação'/><title type='text'>textos e documentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/02/dicionario-minimalista-sobre-o-precario.html"&gt;Dicionário minimalista sobre o precário&lt;/a&gt; -&amp;nbsp;Edson Luiz Andre de Sousa, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/02/karina-dias-texto-para-banca-de-defesa.html"&gt;(banca de defesa mestrado)&lt;/a&gt; - Karina Dias, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-lembranca-em-forma-de-segredo-que.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uma lembrança em forma de segredo que pode ser compartilhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; - Allan de Lana, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/all.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; - Matias Monteiro, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/08/peca-da-montanha.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Paisagem Simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; - Eduardo Eassis, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ida.unb.br/ppgvis-revistavis.html"&gt;A fragilidade como potência: precariedade e imagem.&lt;/a&gt; Revista do Programa de Pós-Graduação em Arte da UnB V.9 nº 1 - Luciana Paiva, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://losbois.blogspot.com/p/entrevistas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;entrevistas com artistas de Brasília para a revista eletrônica DNB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; - Luciana Paiva e Matias Monteiro, 2009-2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nununopolis.blogspot.com/2008/04/sobre-fugir-ou-como-nunca-estamos-aonde.html?showComment=1209748860000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sobre fugir - ou como nunca estamos aonde estamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;. - Luciana Paiva, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvo08cYFlNg/SLWpbO-ZUhI/AAAAAAAAAgc/_oNE_3iO3ug/s1600-h/silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Silêncio pe(r)dido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (texto de apresentação para exposição de Matias&amp;nbsp;Monteiro e Paulo Faria) - &amp;nbsp;Luciana Paiva, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://omeninodorme.blogspot.com/2011/01/leitura-como-percurso.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A leitura como percurso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; - Luciana Paiva e Matias Monteiro, 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;divulgação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/02/mirada-desobediente.html"&gt;Mirada desobediente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/02/all.html"&gt;All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/02/criptografias.html"&gt;Criptografias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/02/obra-inventario.html"&gt;Obra Inventário&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/02/moradas-do-intimo.html"&gt;Moradas do íntimo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/02/play-replay.html"&gt;Play rePlay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/02/toca.html"&gt;Toca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/02/problemas-de-otica-e-reflexao.html"&gt;Problemas de ótica e reflexão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-alimente-o-livrinho.html"&gt;Não alimente o livrinho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2011/02/bibliofagia.html"&gt;Bibliofagia - atos visuais&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892853419009554347-916747225918627607?l=lucianap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/916747225918627607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892853419009554347/posts/default/916747225918627607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucianap.blogspot.com/2009/02/textos.html' title='textos e documentação'/><author><name>luciana paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728821508998644743</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></entry></feed>
