tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17661501570042674722012-02-16T02:40:16.264-08:00" Espacio para las artes visuales con aroma a cuentos, magia y sueños . Desde el sur pencopolitano mezclo colores acrílicos con aguas de mi pescera "MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-17391477102480287012011-11-18T19:28:00.001-08:002011-11-18T19:33:16.289-08:00<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1eAhntTXw8/Tsci8Z-uPlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/1m0m3gGnjkE/s1600/coraz%25C3%25B3n%2Bde%2Bescarcha%2B%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 228px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676544276485258834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1eAhntTXw8/Tsci8Z-uPlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/1m0m3gGnjkE/s400/coraz%25C3%25B3n%2Bde%2Bescarcha%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /></a>"Corazón de escarcha", técnica mixta,140x80<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sfbgQxI953I/TscirbssapI/AAAAAAAAAVA/G1m7P9pe57g/s1600/como%2Bla%2Bhiedra%2Bdorada.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 318px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676543984888736402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sfbgQxI953I/TscirbssapI/AAAAAAAAAVA/G1m7P9pe57g/s320/como%2Bla%2Bhiedra%2Bdorada.JPG" /></a>"Como la hiedra dorada", mixta,70x70<br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-1739147710248028701?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-66762461449581457472011-11-18T19:17:00.000-08:002011-11-18T19:27:24.853-08:00<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7InXpt-6JE/TscheFNsGKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JiI8wsHVcCM/s1600/peque%25C3%25B1o%2Bpasajero%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676542656003184802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A7InXpt-6JE/TscheFNsGKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JiI8wsHVcCM/s320/peque%25C3%25B1o%2Bpasajero%25282%2529.JPG" /></a>"En el follaje", mixta, 90x90<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqv9A-HTzhI/TschdhsL4VI/AAAAAAAAAUo/FGMTchmqDak/s1600/peque%25C3%25B1o%2Bpasajero%2B%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676542646467420498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqv9A-HTzhI/TschdhsL4VI/AAAAAAAAAUo/FGMTchmqDak/s320/peque%25C3%25B1o%2Bpasajero%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /></a>"Pequeño pasajero II", mixta, 90x90<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VLAw-4MWg_s/TschdY0lJMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Au_dwgy9j4I/s1600/como%2Bes%2Barriba%2Bes%2Babajo%2B%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676542644086711490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VLAw-4MWg_s/TschdY0lJMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Au_dwgy9j4I/s320/como%2Bes%2Barriba%2Bes%2Babajo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /></a>"Como es arriba es abajo", mixta, 90x90<br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-6676246144958145747?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-26385370870238966492011-11-18T19:09:00.001-08:002011-11-18T19:17:23.970-08:00<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfkBkUAyWvw/TsceojT5CGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/oznZITywe2c/s1600/oraci%25C3%25B3n%2Bc%25C3%25B3smica.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 319px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676539537346070626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfkBkUAyWvw/TsceojT5CGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/oznZITywe2c/s320/oraci%25C3%25B3n%2Bc%25C3%25B3smica.JPG" /></a>"Oración Cósmica" , mixta 70x70<br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WI4nQOe7BWA/TsceoRyfkYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XmuLjfScDAA/s1600/la%2Bcasa%2Bdel%2B%25C3%25A1rbol.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676539532642587010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WI4nQOe7BWA/TsceoRyfkYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XmuLjfScDAA/s320/la%2Bcasa%2Bdel%2B%25C3%25A1rbol.JPG" /></a>"La casa de árbol" , mixta 70x70<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-da_8_cwG7pI/TscenbK9WwI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-aBZd6pE5Zo/s1600/puente%2Bde%2B%25C3%25A1ngel%2B%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 319px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676539517981252354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-da_8_cwG7pI/TscenbK9WwI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-aBZd6pE5Zo/s320/puente%2Bde%2B%25C3%25A1ngel%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /></a>"Puente de Angel" ,mixta 70x70<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s34x7O2b_OA/TscenWFdgrI/AAAAAAAAATs/AXhj798A-5U/s1600/nido%2Ben%2Bel%2Bed%25C3%25A9n%2B%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 314px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676539516616016562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s34x7O2b_OA/TscenWFdgrI/AAAAAAAAATs/AXhj798A-5U/s320/nido%2Ben%2Bel%2Bed%25C3%25A9n%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /></a>"Nido en el Edén",mixta, 70x70<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-2638537087023896649?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-14184368746023803142011-11-18T19:00:00.001-08:002011-11-18T19:08:49.547-08:00<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEgRThu_5cs/TsccuceBBOI/AAAAAAAAATk/Y87-Bf179Jw/s1600/la%2Bvie%2Ben%2Brose%2B%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 319px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676537439565448418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pEgRThu_5cs/TsccuceBBOI/AAAAAAAAATk/Y87-Bf179Jw/s320/la%2Bvie%2Ben%2Brose%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /></a>"la Vie en Rose" , 70x70<br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DaiqjnbvNlE/TsccthlCEMI/AAAAAAAAATU/8mTmGtFgMCo/s1600/Invocaci%25C3%25B3n%2B%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 316px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676537423757185218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DaiqjnbvNlE/TsccthlCEMI/AAAAAAAAATU/8mTmGtFgMCo/s320/Invocaci%25C3%25B3n%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /></a>"Invocación", 70x70<br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PRdfimJTrYc/TscctST1ZpI/AAAAAAAAATE/wi2J4HpQSFg/s1600/Entre%2Baraucarias.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676537419658520210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PRdfimJTrYc/TscctST1ZpI/AAAAAAAAATE/wi2J4HpQSFg/s320/Entre%2Baraucarias.JPG" /></a>"Entre Araucarias" , 70x70<br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71jqbu_V-Xk/TsccszZQBbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Z8Aanun1QRQ/s1600/Dunas%2Bde%2Bmiel.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676537411359737266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71jqbu_V-Xk/TsccszZQBbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Z8Aanun1QRQ/s320/Dunas%2Bde%2Bmiel.JPG" /></a>"Dunas de miel" , 70x70<br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AEyfT6jzylM/TsccsobIO9I/AAAAAAAAASw/7Bj4oQXJQKw/s1600/Camino%2Bal%2Bpara%25C3%25ADso%2B%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676537408414825426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AEyfT6jzylM/TsccsobIO9I/AAAAAAAAASw/7Bj4oQXJQKw/s320/Camino%2Bal%2Bpara%25C3%25ADso%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /></a>"Al Paraíso" tecnica mixta, 70x70<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-1418436874602380314?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-17426308211772100562011-11-18T18:47:00.000-08:002011-11-18T19:08:49.549-08:00<div><div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C_BhpcgFSQ4/TscZbfmM4fI/AAAAAAAAASk/PoAAK1LOONg/s1600/Monta%25C3%25B1a%2Bsagrada%2B%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 315px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676533815452688882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C_BhpcgFSQ4/TscZbfmM4fI/AAAAAAAAASk/PoAAK1LOONg/s320/Monta%25C3%25B1a%2Bsagrada%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /></a>Montaña Sagrada<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lr2jZniifZQ/TscZaDKou2I/AAAAAAAAASc/0sMp-0OIT7o/s1600/Guarida%2Bceleste2%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 319px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676533790641011554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lr2jZniifZQ/TscZaDKou2I/AAAAAAAAASc/0sMp-0OIT7o/s320/Guarida%2Bceleste2%2529.JPG" /></a>Guarida Celeste<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vi9XPbXwbG8/TscZZyprhsI/AAAAAAAAASI/0AjOY7nGDXQ/s1600/en%2Bel%2Bhuerto%2Baquel%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 319px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676533786207815362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vi9XPbXwbG8/TscZZyprhsI/AAAAAAAAASI/0AjOY7nGDXQ/s320/en%2Bel%2Bhuerto%2Baquel%25282%2529.JPG" /></a>"en el huerto Aquél"<br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8oqfW9_Yzs/TscZZuHdreI/AAAAAAAAASA/TtM1zcH2fnw/s1600/Anfiteatro%2Bestrellado%2B%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 315px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676533784990559714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8oqfW9_Yzs/TscZZuHdreI/AAAAAAAAASA/TtM1zcH2fnw/s320/Anfiteatro%2Bestrellado%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /></a>Técnica mixta, 50x50<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-1742630821177210056?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-31240348166050440172010-11-30T17:31:00.000-08:002010-11-30T17:56:38.106-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TPWq6926asI/AAAAAAAAARo/1ipUkM8vcZI/s1600/DSC05780.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545526446190652098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TPWq6926asI/AAAAAAAAARo/1ipUkM8vcZI/s320/DSC05780.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TPWq6TqUKPI/AAAAAAAAARg/ky7NXVD41hI/s1600/DSC05779.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545526434863524082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TPWq6TqUKPI/AAAAAAAAARg/ky7NXVD41hI/s320/DSC05779.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TPWq5877jrI/AAAAAAAAARY/BUn2ZTE-_gQ/s1600/DSC05778.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545526428763393714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TPWq5877jrI/AAAAAAAAARY/BUn2ZTE-_gQ/s320/DSC05778.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TPWq5mrqBcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/k4bAA7k1rcM/s1600/DSC05781.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545526422789555650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TPWq5mrqBcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/k4bAA7k1rcM/s320/DSC05781.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Esmalte sobre madera 30x30</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-3124034816605044017?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-48508210525444622492010-11-26T15:18:00.000-08:002010-11-26T16:04:17.570-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TPBAdUErn9I/AAAAAAAAARI/nzdgP1ppVU8/s1600/celeste.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544002013641809874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TPBAdUErn9I/AAAAAAAAARI/nzdgP1ppVU8/s320/celeste.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">"Azu-lado",</span> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">Técnica mixta , 30x30 </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">En un cielo siempre azul, </span><span style="color:#000066;">con matices celestiales, </span><span style="color:#000066;">una pareja se ama. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Destinados a envejecer juntos ,</span><span style="color:#000066;">unidos y libres a la vez.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Del lado oscuro, una telaraña gigante los envuelve sin respiros,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">arrastrandolos sin piedad quien sabe a donde...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Azu-lado el sufrimiento , a mi lado la calma</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">azu-lado la desesperanza, el cansancio, la confusión,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">a mi lado la compasión, la espera, la vida...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Es el mismo cielo de siempre el que los cubre </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">el mismo cielo que los encuentra y desencuentra</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">el mismo cielo azu-lado.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-4850821052544462249?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-70441298868214785702010-11-24T02:32:00.000-08:002010-11-24T03:35:22.970-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TOzq8v8CiqI/AAAAAAAAARA/FRMKyHPA2_s/s1600/DSC05753.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543063570767579810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TOzq8v8CiqI/AAAAAAAAARA/FRMKyHPA2_s/s320/DSC05753.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"> "Génesis", técnica mixta, 40x90<br /></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TOzqZ1lZ5BI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qsjvrt6eexk/s1600/g%25C3%25A9nesis%2528detalle%2529.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543062970987832338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TOzqZ1lZ5BI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qsjvrt6eexk/s320/g%25C3%25A9nesis%2528detalle%2529.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">"Génesis", Detalle.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">El principio...</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">la creación perfecta y sublime,</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">tu canto se suma al canto de las aves</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">tu sonrisa ilumina el universo </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">donde todo es perfecto.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Un sin fin de especies conviven en armonía absoluta</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">como nosotros amandonos los unos a los otros.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">incluida la pena infinita,</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Un aro dorado encendido nos protege , </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">pese del follaje sutil</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">pese al desencanto.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">El origen...</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">la hermosura, la magia, la creatividad eterna</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">una delicia para mis sentidos, </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">para mis anhelos de cuna,</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">para la esencia, permanecia y correspondencia.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">para consumar misiones y afanes de vida.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Génesis,</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">un inicio, un jardín, un paraíso,un edén</span>.<br /></div><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-7044129886821478570?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-91618146033714805362010-11-19T13:23:00.001-08:002010-11-20T12:18:56.056-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TObq55FsogI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Uc2RXs-oGIg/s1600/camino%2Bal%2Bpara%25C3%25ADso.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 421px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541374671824134658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TObq55FsogI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Uc2RXs-oGIg/s320/camino%2Bal%2Bpara%25C3%25ADso.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#666666;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Camino al paraíso, técnica mixta ,díptico40x80</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>Africa</em> es mía y tuya</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">Camino al paraíso, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">sigo la ruta de los<em> manantiales</em>,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">piso tierra colorada con mi tranco incomparable...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">donde van a morir los elefantes el cielo es amarillo de oro!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">Es mi obligación <em>sacudir</em> las alas , salir de la cueva y emprender el<em> vuelo</em>...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">Es mi deber ser tu <em>casita</em> y tu abrazo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;">Camino al paraíso</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;">me vuelvo <em>jirafa </em>de cuello alto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"><em>alcanzo</em> todos los frutos y ya no siento ausencias de tus besos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;">Camino al paraíso,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;">la piel se tiñe,<em> a manchas</em>, de colores, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;">la vegetación desaparecida huele a nostalgias felices</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;">africa es tuya y mía camino al <em>paraíso.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></div></span></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-9161814603371480536?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-40154957708552986132010-10-14T19:16:00.000-07:002010-10-14T19:22:00.395-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">ABSTRACTOS</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">Esmalte sobre madera</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">15x15</span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TLe57OTQ-BI/AAAAAAAAAQg/lwRRPpA_YPg/s1600/DSC05467.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528091494722893842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TLe57OTQ-BI/AAAAAAAAAQg/lwRRPpA_YPg/s320/DSC05467.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TLe57GnmpuI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KSgWklH9_Hw/s1600/DSC05460.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528091492660717282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TLe57GnmpuI/AAAAAAAAAQY/KSgWklH9_Hw/s320/DSC05460.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TLe568vtH5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/GH9cBBMxR78/s1600/DSC05457+-+copia.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528091490010341266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TLe568vtH5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/GH9cBBMxR78/s320/DSC05457+-+copia.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TLe56utpuHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9va18MO5GgQ/s1600/DSC05456+-+copia.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528091486243633266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TLe56utpuHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9va18MO5GgQ/s320/DSC05456+-+copia.JPG" /></a> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-4015495770855298613?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-56548905279392642182010-07-16T18:46:00.000-07:002010-07-16T19:56:38.945-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TEEUq0VaBxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gjqnRlHy1sE/s1600/eternidad.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494695746204206866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TEEUq0VaBxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gjqnRlHy1sE/s320/eternidad.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Técnica mixta, 30x30, 2010</span><br /></span></span><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TEELvHJ4x5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/_qDmNedPTyk/s1600/eternidad.JPG"></a><span style="color:#00cccc;">Déjame volar </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">hoy que ha llovido, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;">déjame volar sobre tus mares, en tus tierras,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;">déjame ser tu vuelo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;">dame permiso ahora que tengo alas...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;">Tú modelada, tallada,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;">abrazada a mí </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">en escultura imaginaria,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;">en un paisaje nuestro.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;">Vida...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;">seamos luna , colibrí y alas en vuelo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#00cccc;">seamos eternidad pura y celeste!!</span> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-5654890527939264218?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-25367946141693486532010-07-03T13:46:00.000-07:002010-07-10T18:16:56.507-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TC-iByQs3hI/AAAAAAAAAPU/E5s8IWF4vyk/s1600/DSC05338.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489784622343314962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TC-iByQs3hI/AAAAAAAAAPU/E5s8IWF4vyk/s320/DSC05338.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">Acrílico sobre tela, 60x50</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">Busca la luna su chaway cósmico, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">la madre tierra crea la cuna y el nido</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">un telar celeste nos cubre de revés,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">tú dulcemente duermes !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">cobijo el fruto vestida de ciruela, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">llevo adornos y oros </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">es día de fiesta!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">celebran las caracolas del alta mar, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">percibimos el gorjeo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">Küyen ha dado luz un niño </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">los sembrados crecen en ley divina,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">tú simplemente duermes !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">el instinto del alma sonrie en un verano perfumado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">la naturaleza, siempre divina, nos invita con su cuento inacabable.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-2536794614169348653?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-71880169834552423742010-07-03T08:26:00.000-07:002010-09-02T11:20:52.256-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TC9WuNTM9cI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vOCoZPJn0hs/s1600/DSC05327.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489701822632097218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TC9WuNTM9cI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vOCoZPJn0hs/s320/DSC05327.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">Técnica mixta, 50x50, 2010</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>Entre la espesura del carmín y la frondosidad del oro </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"><strong>se esconden tus espejos violetas, cristalizados e indiferentes...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;">En mí en cambio invaden los fuegos abrazadores,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;">se apasionan los colores profundos y aromáticos del naranjo en flor,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;">insisten en buscar tu amparo, tu caramelo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;">tu dulzura secreta.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Es hermoso creer en nuestra fusión, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;">el saber exacto del cuando empieza y termina el color violento de nuestros encuentros...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Brisas floreadas nos regalan el descanso sublime </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Y la fortuna ilustra el fruto que anido.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Un calor violento tiende a cobijarse en los follajes de un tiempo infinito, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;">en temporada de otoño la poesía se vuelve beso,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;">tus hielos se funden y en el arroyo del bosque...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;">tus espejos brillan junto a tu rostro iluminado.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-7188016983455242374?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-36626248311796203112009-12-23T09:58:00.000-08:002010-09-02T11:22:56.071-07:00<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489684247882203906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TC9GvOQTgwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2ZtlXOQFwL8/s320/peque%C3%B1o+pasajero.JPG" /><span style="font-size:0;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SzJaercQIBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/PYPccjnULCo/s1600-h/peque%C3%B1o+pasajero+I.JPG"></a> T<span style="font-size:78%;">écnica mixta en Acrílico,30x30, 2009</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;">Brotecito del cerezo, tu vuelo está por comenzar, </span><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;">el verano llegó ,</span><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"> tus alitas estan listas</span><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;">, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;">nosotros, los que te queremos, te esperamos </span><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;">...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;">hay frutas y amigos, hay cariños e ilusiones para ti</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;">Renace en mi la vida nueva , contigo me hago madre y me contento con este milagro de vida.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;">Es tiempo de dejar mi nido, sacude tus plumas, eleva los vuelos, quiero ver tu sonrisa , conocer tus ojitos y tomar tu mano,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;">Es tiempo de acunarte en el abrigo colorado de mi pecho, a mi lado el ramito me sostiene mientras brillan las estrellas y podemos oir tu canto .</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;">pequeño pasajero el viaje no acaba , seguiremos juntos, comienza el camino de tu vida...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-3662624831179620311?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-68801811618822885802009-12-23T09:17:00.000-08:002009-12-23T09:57:41.425-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SzJQ3OBowBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/UjBmEEGByLg/s1600-h/martin+pescador.JPG"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418482211268116498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SzJQ3OBowBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/UjBmEEGByLg/s400/martin+pescador.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;">Técnica mixta en acrílico, 25x25, 2009<br /></span>Pájaros, aves de vuelos fugaces, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">de viajes aéreos desafiantes de gravedad,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Pájaros, amigos de los vientos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Seres con alas y sueños...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Naces para volar a los jardines de colores, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">para nutrirte de nuestras energías, del amor, de los buenos deseos...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Representas un mundo emocional nuevo, la fecundidad, la belleza de la maternidad,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">el poder divino de la trascendencia y la magia dorada del universo....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Bienvenido pajarillo de mi vientre, de mi amor, de mis cielos...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-6880181161882288580?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-74676169635735540892009-12-16T12:08:00.000-08:002009-12-23T09:58:16.214-08:00<img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416007913869007634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SymGgJ7d2xI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pEXtgH9yjYg/s400/cerquita+del+cielo.JPG" /> <span style="color:#ff6600;">En las alturas conversan conos de hiel dorada, son los altares de la gran cordillera, donde se piden los deseos, donde cae la lluvia de Dios...Hasta allá te fuiste a descansar cerquita del cielo, sobre los cráteres nevados, entre la blancura y la nobleza, me acompañas y te siento... volcanes,refugios de nieves, jardines de flores oxigenadas te perfuman , envié jirafas soñadoras , mensajeras de mis buenas nuevas, porque viene en camino un ser viajero con alas para volar hasta tus cielos , para posarse en tus pétalos, mi margarita! sabrás de nuestras alegrias con nuestros corazones unidos hasta la eternidad!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;">Acrílico-mixta,50x50,2009</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-7467616963573554089?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-63081799476989420342009-11-03T16:43:00.002-08:002009-12-22T16:45:51.677-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400044092919596018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SvDPfenrQ_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/g9m1d4rwA_0/s400/DSC04231.jpg" /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">M</span></strong>artín pescador de ilusiones,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">Tin-tín de violines , </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">A</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">qui te espero </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">mi pequeño pasajero!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">para bailar contigo la ronda de Chopin,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">para volar, para reir, </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">para jugar con aguas y acuarelas ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">Las brisas de enero guardan tu nido</span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"> </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">los amaneceres vibran en mi oido,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">me despierto con tu canto.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">revoloteas en mis sueños y hasta he visto el brillo de tus ojitos,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">te imagino,te respiro,te cuido,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;">te abrazo,te quiero....te espero mi pqueño pasajero!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Acuarela sobre papel,2009 </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-6308179947698942034?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-26570980076711721742009-04-12T07:02:00.000-07:002009-04-12T07:49:32.061-07:00<span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Conectada a mis sentidos</strong></span>, a mis <em>antepasados,</em> surgen <span style="font-size:180%;">visualizaciones</span> de realidades internas, miradas aéreas, aristas precisas , ángulos a ras de suelo<span style="font-size:78%;">, </span><span style="font-size:85%;">abrazos de colores</span>, detalles incompletos...</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Para <em>decifrar</em>,puntos suspensivos , información excesiva en lineas <strong><span style="font-family:arial;">obsesivas..</span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Para<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong>decorar</strong></span>, <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><em>manchas de oro de Dioses</em></span> en el rey cerúleo y turquesa su reina!</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Nosotros los de <span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>corazón<em> </em></strong></span><em>conectados</em></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><em>tu y yo</em>, el corazón y los afectos conectados, todos los<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> chakras</span> conectados, <em>pan y vida</em> conectados!</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">El río a sus<span style="font-size:180%;"> aguas</span>, el amor a sus<span style="font-family:times new roman;"> <em>misiones,</em> los </span>cielos a sus <span style="font-size:130%;">constelaciones</span>, <strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Margarita a sus pétalos</span></strong>, <strong>las frambuesas a tu boca</strong>, el ombligo al mundo, <strong>alegría </strong>a tu sonrisa,<em><span style="font-size:130%;"> ramito a mis versos...</span></em></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">A los <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>cuatro elementos</em></span> conectados , al<strong> brillo</strong> y a las luces del <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">hábitat pasajero</span>...</span></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><em>Tierra,</em> fertilidad, nutrientes,huellas, sembrados,<span style="font-family:verdana;">minerales</span> y <strong>oros preciosos</strong>.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>Aguas,</strong> humedades,<strong>sudores</strong>, rocío,vapores, lluvias y <em>océanos grandiosos.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Fuegos</span>, <em>pasiones</em>, calor, abrigo, <span style="font-family:verdana;">trascendencias</span> , <strong>espiritu.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Aire,</span> brisas, vientos, <span style="font-size:180%;">huracanes</span> y <em>respiros.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Conexiones</span> de <em>mil mundos</em> , extraños,lejanos, misteriosos, <em>simples y complejos</em>, en estados <strong>sagrados</strong> de vida en movimiento constante, <strong>evolucion incansable</strong>, en<em> inquietud</em>, en calmas en <span style="font-family:times new roman;">recogimientos</span> y en <strong>silencios</strong>...</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Conexiones</span> creadas a versos de simple <em>humanidad </em>en búsqueda de <strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">bellas artes</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-2657098007671172174?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-85505037822694034032009-01-10T08:27:00.001-08:002009-01-10T08:45:47.469-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjP6vMjsDI/AAAAAAAAANs/d2f1IbiLA50/s1600-h/conexiones.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289706370355146802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjP6vMjsDI/AAAAAAAAANs/d2f1IbiLA50/s400/conexiones.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Conexiones, técnica mixta, 100 x 100, 2009</span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjP6Pc37cI/AAAAAAAAANk/R4dl1ybJMAI/s1600-h/DSC02994_editado-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289706361833647554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjP6Pc37cI/AAAAAAAAANk/R4dl1ybJMAI/s400/DSC02994_editado-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Grabado digital , 2009 </span><br /><div><div align="center"><div align="center"><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjNVO5OzRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/sA7-qmRjpYg/s1600-h/DSC02997.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289703527005736210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjNVO5OzRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/sA7-qmRjpYg/s400/DSC02997.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjNUU2oFyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3H0cbtvkvDM/s1600-h/DSC02994.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289703511425554210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjNUU2oFyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3H0cbtvkvDM/s400/DSC02994.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjNUHSDQeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yb5vRBYHv7I/s1600-h/DSC02993.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289703507782484450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjNUHSDQeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yb5vRBYHv7I/s400/DSC02993.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjNTQLl_TI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Tbq4l6L5Mmc/s1600-h/DSC02992.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289703492991450418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjNTQLl_TI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Tbq4l6L5Mmc/s400/DSC02992.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjNTHYWxNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/N1-ePfdghtc/s1600-h/DSC02988.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289703490629059794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SWjNTHYWxNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/N1-ePfdghtc/s400/DSC02988.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-8550503782269403403?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-83093903854819981632008-11-10T13:35:00.000-08:002008-11-10T13:40:35.364-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SRipTiIU4ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/I2ZD7HN_GBA/s1600-h/guardaespalda.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267145917254132114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SRipTiIU4ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/I2ZD7HN_GBA/s320/guardaespalda.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> <strong><span style="color:#666666;">Guardaespalda acrilico s/t 70 x 50</span></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-8309390385481998163?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-3893640217476428832008-11-07T05:10:00.000-08:002010-07-06T13:59:34.349-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TDOZG95jS5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/UNAJ9EM8Rkg/s1600/DSC05342.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490900715668982674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/TDOZG95jS5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/UNAJ9EM8Rkg/s320/DSC05342.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">el corazón y sus cajones , Acrílico s/t , 50 x 50</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">C</span><span style="color:#660000;">ada sentir del corazón se debe a sus compartimentos,cuando abre alguno de sus cajones se siente extraño y desconocido .....entonces palpita, se agita, se vuelve lento, se aflige, se emociona , salta de alegría, siempre sintiente,se vuelve mutante de sabor y color, tantos son sus cajones como colores el cielo.... </span><span style="color:#660000;">Un corazón rojo, un corazón vivo, un corazón bueno, un corazón noble, un corazón en pena, un corazón dividido, un corazón sangrante, un corazón débil, un corazón duro, un corazón libre, un corazón ciego,un corazón apretado,un corazón inocente, un corazón herido,un corazón solitario,uno entrampado, uno de piedra,uno espinado,y el mas feliz : uno enamorado.....</span></div><br /><p></p><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-389364021747642883?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-48612851632238372582008-11-06T11:35:00.000-08:002008-11-06T13:56:15.415-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SRNHXPikJ2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/cpdirvpBhfw/s1600-h/cam08+124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265630853960312674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SRNHXPikJ2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/cpdirvpBhfw/s320/cam08+124.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">óleo sobre tela 40x30</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="color:#999900;">Hablar de girasoles es hablar del sol y sus amantes, Vincent supo interpretarles magnificamente, ellas , las flores,.... ellos ,los amantes viven , brillan , se alimentan en la energia del rey estrellado, acá en el jarrón con agua sobreviven en ocres salvajes y desarraigados, volcandose hacia la tierra infértil .</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999900;">He soñado entre sus plantaciones, huyendo de sus carnivoros tallos, luego del atrevimiento de deshojarles.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999900;">Girasoles, remolinos secos por fuera, húmedos y jugosos en lo interno...plantas ambiguas femeninas y masculinas , plantas esquivas, intensamente amarillas , que pretenden ser estrellas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999900;">¿para qué me quieren las señoras en sus jarrones? se preguntan , </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999900;">Vincent responde, para hacerles inmortales mis pequeños soles.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-4861285163223837258?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-24194188500450173332008-11-05T06:51:00.000-08:002008-11-06T11:22:08.985-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SRGzd79OyEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IMgpQnU1lM4/s1600-h/DSC02616.JPG"><span style="color:#666666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265186766264911938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SRGzd79OyEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IMgpQnU1lM4/s320/DSC02616.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Acrilico sobre tela 25x25</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Bajo tierra, los subterraneos se dibujan en pasajes secretos con hilos de seda y bordados caprichosos, se alumbran los recovecos y se sienten las casitas soleadas por la estrella madre y plateada.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Los niños sonrien, las abuelas cuentan cuentos , las magas hechizan corazones mientras se columpian en los arcoiris y en las aguas de cascadas brillantes.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">El corazón de la jirafa palpita hasta agitarse ,las rayas en su piel aparecen poco a poco en zig zag y se transforma ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Las he visto enviar mensajes a las estrellas......bajo la luz del ocaso sus rayados se atenuan hasta desaparecer y duermen sus cuellos hacia el cielo.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"> Observa la magia de las jirafas , sus cuellos y los misterios de sus rayas .</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-2419418850045017333?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-49065479926347674092008-11-05T06:48:00.001-08:002008-11-05T06:51:38.052-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SRGy6qUwxXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/V2_834CIL_M/s1600-h/DSC02605.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265186160236348786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SRGy6qUwxXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/V2_834CIL_M/s320/DSC02605.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-4906547992634767409?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-20575242140210854672008-10-07T18:05:00.000-07:002008-10-07T18:10:23.538-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SOwH3AY1-PI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mqYFgrI4NnU/s1600-h/DSC02598.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254583506812926194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SOwH3AY1-PI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mqYFgrI4NnU/s320/DSC02598.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#333333;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">Acrìlico sobre tela 40 x30</span><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-2057524214021085467?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-40043170741946752592008-09-25T13:58:00.001-07:002008-09-25T14:22:31.105-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SNv7r-kCyAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BNo-6OZbOss/s1600-h/Imagen+119.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250066523577567234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SNv7r-kCyAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BNo-6OZbOss/s320/Imagen+119.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;">óleo sobre tela 1.20 x 1.0</span></div><p>De la época costumbrista, del aroma a tierra de campo y cosechas , de las tardes tibias , de polen y chaquetas amarillas ....de primaveras y leches ... </p><p>En la altura , un altar de cumbres , cielos y nieves azules...aires libres, brisas en rondas ,la mirada a lo lejos , las preguntas a la distancia...</p><p>2004 dias de descubrimientos ... óleos tímidos ,un follaje en ejercicio,soltando la mancha impresionista.... un atril de maestro , ... el patio de la infancia... el taller secreto.....</p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Recuerdo para para la familia de mi primo Nano Bozzano</span><br /></p></span><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-4004317074194675259?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-13566699714210704962008-08-03T20:17:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:44:57.797-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SJZ2bJSslMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BYbki9RARRc/s1600-h/DSC04981.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230498225960293570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SJZ2bJSslMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BYbki9RARRc/s320/DSC04981.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Acrílico sobre tela,1.20 x 90 </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:78%;">2001</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Regalo de bodas </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Claudia y Marcelo</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-1356669971421070496?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-37230151275199675842008-08-01T07:22:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:44:57.970-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SJMcda99S-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Uj6NfR0YCkY/s1600-h/DSCN5339.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229554884088253410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SJMcda99S-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Uj6NfR0YCkY/s320/DSCN5339.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> Princesa Cósmica, acrílico sobre tela 15x15</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Miniaturas de colección,</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">para regalar magia a las almas de niños grandes!!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-3723015127519967584?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-80941724968934740862008-07-31T08:38:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:44:58.173-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SJHcusQwO2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/SJM9mcNlDmI/s1600-h/Mapa+I.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229203337067379554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SJHcusQwO2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/SJM9mcNlDmI/s320/Mapa+I.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="color:#666666;">Mapa I , Acrílico sobre tela 25 x 25</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-8094172496893474086?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-54937873990043375352008-07-31T08:35:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:44:58.809-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SJHcCNHD96I/AAAAAAAAAHM/v9ZG-CwdTEA/s1600-h/Mapa+II.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229202572790986658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SJHcCNHD96I/AAAAAAAAAHM/v9ZG-CwdTEA/s320/Mapa+II.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"> Mapa II , Acrílico sobre tela 25 x 25</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-5493787399004337535?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-48273695400038548102008-07-31T08:30:00.000-07:002008-08-03T09:10:31.100-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Caminos, mapas, rutas, senderos, huellas, vistas aéreas, vías, carreteras, avenidas, calles, planos, cartografías, trayectos, itinerarios…<br />Este viaje va sin retorno, este recorrido tiene un solo final, es tiempo de ver y oír las señales, sin distracciones, es hora de atreverse a vivir dentro y fuera del mapa, hacerse un camino nuevo y ajustado, con caprichos de ti,<br />Ser feliz es la meta.<br />Quien puede perderse entre los símbolos de colores,<br />Quien se siente extraño sin mundo,<br />Dejaré unas huellas para hacerte volar, dejaré unos planos para que encuentres los ríos, dejaré un itinerario con tus lugares favoritos, para un recreo las letras que te escribo.<br />Te veré en el reencuentro de los amigos perdidos,<br />Y… en la ruta austral de la vida, tomaré tu mano.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-4827369540003854810?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-84487363664456140122008-07-30T16:10:00.001-07:002008-12-10T19:44:59.166-08:00<span style="color:#009900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228948645026349042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SJD1FqeOP_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/YAqtmaykmq8/s320/castillo+de+peces.jpg" border="0" />Las ciudades del mar tienen sus castillos<br />El aire ya no es aire, el oxigeno se hace agua y escurre en humedades refrescantes, peces rayados construyen nidos custodios…<br />Las murallas son de oro, no es el oro de los hombres, es el oro divino que llevan los peces en sus pieles escamosas y que tiñen dejando huellas… de centelleos… de radiantes dorados.<br />Las olas brillan, nada es oscuro, todo se trasluce, las transparencias se hacen invisibles, y los peces se escabullen con sus acrobacias.<br />El castillo se ilumina con sus ampollas de oro cristalinas,<br />Los fondos carmines se funden haciendo vida debajo de las olas.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Vida feliz para los peces rayados, en sus castillos de oros.</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"> </span><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#999999;">Castillo de peces acrílico s/t 1.20 x 60</span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-8448736366445614012?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-74474737207260268482008-07-30T15:46:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:44:59.410-08:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SJD2c3I7XYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-4nqkXK3nUw/s1600-h/caracolas+de+montes.jpg"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228950143075310978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SJD2c3I7XYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-4nqkXK3nUw/s320/caracolas+de+montes.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Caracolas de montes , Acrílicos sobre tela, 50 x 50</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Para esperarla, para buscarla, caminó escaló rocas, subió montañas, dos estrellas lo acompañaron, la primera para iluminarlo, la segunda para darle animo durante el camino….<br />La noche serena de azules manchados hacía sentir su silencio,<br />Montes violetas eran de noche en aquel paisaje en espera.<br />Ella lo pensaba….recuerdos nostálgicos llenos de magia pasaban por su corazón cada vez que pedía deseos al cielo.<br />Ella pedía deseos de amor lanzando caracolas que recogía en la orilla,<br />Lanzaba caracolas con los ojos cerrados…<br />La espera le sonreía.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-7447473720726026848?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-46929252414699258922008-07-16T17:43:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:44:59.760-08:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226310372075089506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SIeVl915rmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LDN72mf5Iqs/s320/hada+del+jardin+encantado+1.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">El hada del jardín encantado, 1.0 x 1.0 Acrílico s/tela<br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">La noche respira burbujas en el mundo del encanto</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">el naranjo guarda sus frutos en cada ramo </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">un arbusto enano, rojo y verde simula caracolas</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">seres esbeltos llevan antenas en alerta con mensajes, sonidos extraños y ritmicos</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">es la luna en su silueta quien reina desde el cielo turquesa...</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">La linea del horizonte dibuja lomas que a su vez dibujan ondas , caminos y algunas huellas </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Entro en la intuición, entro en la magia, entro al cuento, al mundo del encanto</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">dejo las influencias , las razones , dejo las dudas ,los miedos inútiles,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">... siento... intuyo ...sueño...adivino y vuelo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">me transformo , me vuelvo mariposa para tu jardín encantado .</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Fue en otoño que me pediste una flor y una estrella</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">entonces te dí un jardín , un hada y un colibrí</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">para llenar en ti todos los</span><span style="color:#990000;"> encantos , </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">para bañar en ti aguas de cascadas .</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Para ti este cuento !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Para ti un girasol !</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Para ti una </span><span style="color:#990000;">casita en el planeta de Adlitam !!!</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-4692925241469925892?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-4717841170862153072008-06-17T09:24:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:45:00.209-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFfldL3VuMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IBNBgwjyaTw/s1600-h/mandala+plateado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212887383268505794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFfldL3VuMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IBNBgwjyaTw/s320/mandala+plateado.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">Acrílico sobre tela 15x32</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-471784117086215307?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-21850427215646242812008-06-17T09:21:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:45:00.407-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFfk6ASULnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GrZZrRj3iUg/s1600-h/mandala+dorado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212886778865004146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFfk6ASULnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GrZZrRj3iUg/s320/mandala+dorado.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"> Acrílico sobre tela 15x32</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-2185042721564624281?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-13756202492483080772008-06-17T09:06:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:45:00.847-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFfhm8aSrsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Py6IZ5z-G_g/s1600-h/DSC01729.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212883152872320706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFfhm8aSrsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Py6IZ5z-G_g/s320/DSC01729.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"> Acrílico sobre tela , 1.20x90</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;">2007</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-1375620249248308077?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-13352474883449684152008-06-17T08:51:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:45:01.330-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFffK5aM99I/AAAAAAAAAFc/RLfjHXYSbUo/s1600-h/diptico+los+iluminados+.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212880472007047122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFffK5aM99I/AAAAAAAAAFc/RLfjHXYSbUo/s320/diptico+los+iluminados+.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"> diptico Acrilico sobre tela 20x40</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Quiero beber todos los néctares,respirar todos los aires</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Quiero sentir el calor de tus manos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Quiero tus rayos amarillos!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">De donde vengo te ilumino,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">de donde </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">soy te ilumino .</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Soy de todos los sures, de todos los orientes.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Llevo seres evolucionados conectados con antenas y pitidos de luz .</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Quiero conectarme contigo en todos los canales,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Somos los iluminados de la estrella dorada!!</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-1335247488344968415?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-236441636547863072008-06-17T08:37:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:45:01.595-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFfacMFgHwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1KCN2Jkij5I/s1600-h/DSC01958.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212875271520132866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFfacMFgHwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1KCN2Jkij5I/s320/DSC01958.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> Acrílico sobre tela 20x20</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-23644163654786307?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-16441048481082004062008-06-17T08:30:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:45:01.802-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFfZMqKzjFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vhCOJWa4JRI/s1600-h/los+iluminados+II.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212873905205906514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFfZMqKzjFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vhCOJWa4JRI/s320/los+iluminados+II.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"> <span style="color:#333333;">Acrilico sobre tela 20x20</span></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-1644104848108200406?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-39212564934549947992008-06-15T22:23:00.001-07:002008-12-10T19:45:02.055-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFX52LiBVNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Kt1AbsN0sCk/s1600-h/entredanza.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212346852954952914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFX52LiBVNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Kt1AbsN0sCk/s320/entredanza.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">50x70 óleo/tela<br /></span><span style="color:#990000;">Mujer de sedas rojas, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">carmines de labios pensantes,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">donde vuelas? a quien piensas?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">son tus danzas las que descansan </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">sobre la alfombra</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">son tus huesos de marfiles nobles</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">son tus alas de mariposas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">mujer hada, mujer danzante, mujer errante</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">a donde van tus deseos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">a donde sin sombrero</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">mujer fiel, mujer profunda, mujer de aguas dulces</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">por quien callas, en qué almohadas te duermes ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">en que sueños te bañas!</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-3921256493454994799?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-72173390542769061772008-06-15T22:06:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:45:02.596-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFX10wUIawI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eN2vnesR15M/s1600-h/DSC01935.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212342430422559490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFX10wUIawI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eN2vnesR15M/s320/DSC01935.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">20x30 óleo s/madera</span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFX11a8Rq7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/WlJmAjfjWak/s1600-h/DSC01947.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212342441865227186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFX11a8Rq7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/WlJmAjfjWak/s320/DSC01947.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">60x40,óleo sobre tela</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-7217339054276906177?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-87759528606353219382008-06-15T20:36:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:45:02.922-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFXgfPYmJqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zfMBPDarUog/s1600-h/DSC01933.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212318971061479074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/SFXgfPYmJqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zfMBPDarUog/s320/DSC01933.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;"> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Bosque amarillo</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">80x60 acrílico sobre tela</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999999;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-8775952860635321938?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-31091623247661069532008-01-24T08:32:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:45:03.274-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R5i-mrH7x4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/cRKFOhtuKes/s1600-h/DSC01778.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159082944773212034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R5i-mrH7x4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/cRKFOhtuKes/s320/DSC01778.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;">Pétalos azulados 81x65,técnica mixta</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-3109162324766106953?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-47884295800520908352008-01-14T18:11:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:45:03.583-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R4wWaeoY0wI/AAAAAAAAADg/IO8a3bwtlkU/s1600-h/DSC01714.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155520317587247874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R4wWaeoY0wI/AAAAAAAAADg/IO8a3bwtlkU/s320/DSC01714.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"> Postal de temuco 30x40<br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-4788429580052090835?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-57514966159822344982008-01-14T17:02:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:45:03.846-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R4wGiOoY0vI/AAAAAAAAADY/etgy04J8yRI/s1600-h/DSC01729.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155502858545189618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R4wGiOoY0vI/AAAAAAAAADY/etgy04J8yRI/s320/DSC01729.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"> El jardín del Edén, óleo s/t 60x80</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">Flores, jardines</span></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">flora del paraíso,</span></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">pajarillos en nidos de colores, </span></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">mariposas de alas celestes,</span></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">verdes hojas pastos verdes de musgos verdes.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">respira brillante bajo el cielo azulado,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">estaciones infinitas, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">sol de selva</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">un edén bajo un edén!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">año 2001<br /></span></div></strong></span><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-5751496615982234498?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-38163673281654311522008-01-13T10:23:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:45:03.967-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R4pY-uoY0uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Vknked-fETM/s1600-h/DSC01706.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155030558171517666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R4pY-uoY0uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Vknked-fETM/s320/DSC01706.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;">Trio-trilogia-tricolor 30 x1.0<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><div align="center"><br /></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">Son mis aguas ,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">mis cielos, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">mis miedos, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">nadando...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Aquí mis espacios</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">internos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">libres,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">vivos en carmín.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Sueños en ocre,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">insisten tus ojos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">amarillos!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Al encuentro infinito!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Al arrecife de coral eterno!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">....a mi mundo secreto,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">......a nadar descalzos, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;">.....a las aguas .</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-3816367328165431152?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-17322438415289820662008-01-10T10:08:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:45:04.273-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R4ZfPeoY0qI/AAAAAAAAACw/I7Wp53Gfblc/s1600-h/DSC01201.jpg"><span style="color:#666666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153911543097250466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R4ZfPeoY0qI/AAAAAAAAACw/I7Wp53Gfblc/s320/DSC01201.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#666666;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">lirios en honor a vincent , óleo s/t 1.0x1.0</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Admirando a los grandes pintores de la historia de arte,<br />me conmoví con la obra y la vida de Vincent,<br />su pasión por la pintura , el estudio del color y su sentir del mundo me llegan profundamente.<br />He aqui los "lirios por encargo" , óleo sobre tela y formato cuadrado en pinceladas impresionistas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-1732243841528982066?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-58667958834086816392008-01-10T09:39:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:45:04.457-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R4ZYduoY0pI/AAAAAAAAACo/jufVW6NxwGg/s1600-h/DSC01562.jpg"><span style="color:#666666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153904091328991890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R4ZYduoY0pI/AAAAAAAAACo/jufVW6NxwGg/s320/DSC01562.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#666666;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">El árbol de la vida y la fruta permitida acrilico s/t 1.0x50</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Cielos,<br />bosques ,<br />piedras,<br />tres postales en veladura<br />rio de corrientes alocadas... de aguas bajo cero<br />nubes y amplios cielos, puros cielos...<br />árboles nativos en bosques australes....<br />piedras sonoras de rio , amorfas y amigas...<br />patagonia de los seres sintientes...<br />naturaleza desbordante del cielo a la tierra...<br />muchos peces, muchos sueños...<br />y la fruta permitida!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-5866795883408681639?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-47698522594852958372007-12-29T16:38:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:45:04.932-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R3bo58mJrUI/AAAAAAAAACE/f5Kc0_KyqdM/s1600-h/DSC01615.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149559306161073474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R3bo58mJrUI/AAAAAAAAACE/f5Kc0_KyqdM/s320/DSC01615.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Arabescos 2005 acrílico sobre madera 50x50<br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-4769852259485295837?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-62929129799283372002007-12-29T15:42:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:45:05.697-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R47MRuoY0xI/AAAAAAAAADo/NgRzqEqZ6t8/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156283228333069074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R47MRuoY0xI/AAAAAAAAADo/NgRzqEqZ6t8/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#999999;">la modelo y yo II óleo s/t 30x40</span><br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149553443530714418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R3bjksmJrTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9SD6Z-G430Y/s320/DSC01621.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#666666;">sábanas rojas 30x40 óleo s/t</span><br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R3bhYsmJrSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/axWJ7tC57ig/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149551038349028642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R3bhYsmJrSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/axWJ7tC57ig/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">La modelo y yo I 50x70</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">La modelo y yo<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">como circo pobre....</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">aunque suene autoreferente</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">me divido y multiplico a la vez.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">"autodisparo"</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Dibujo con dificultad las proporciones</span><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">falta estudio de anatomía</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">quien sin debilidades!!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">traspaso a la tela...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">la silueta y la linea</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">piel sin rostro</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">óleos con brisas al realismo.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">complicidades de mujer</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;">belleza y </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">desnudo .</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-6292912979928337200?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-90996659622862926472007-12-29T14:27:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:45:06.040-08:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R4lG5-oY0sI/AAAAAAAAADA/_OFcTJWiHRM/s1600-h/DSC01619.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154729210381128386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R4lG5-oY0sI/AAAAAAAAADA/_OFcTJWiHRM/s320/DSC01619.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#999999;"> </span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;">la casa del árbol 23x47<br /><br /></div></span><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149538724677790994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R3bWL8mJrRI/AAAAAAAAABs/EUo_KcA5bJs/s320/DSC01614.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Ciudad multicolor 30x30</span> </span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;">Había una vez un cuento..... de personajes singulares...... en algún lugar lejano....</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;">Cuentacuentos surge como una manera antojadiza de crear historias ilustradas a partir del inconsciente intuitivo del arte ingenuo .</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;">La historia se cuenta a partir de la obra sobre la tela!</span></p><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;">-Ciudad multicolor- muestra estímulos saturados de forma y color, encantador y mágico, surgen las dudosas interrogantes,quien vive en esas casitas tan pequeñas, para qué las antenas de sus techos, cual es la puerta encantada,quien riega las flores ,cómo encender la luz del faro , porqué se mueven los cerros,porqué tantas ventanas etc.</span></div><div align="center"></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#999999;">-La casa del árbol- paisaje solitario de apariencia , tal vez un pequeño mundo con misterios fantásticos, laberintos de caminos, de escaleras y riachuelos </span><span style="color:#999999;">para el pequeño gran lector.</span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">-Cuentacuentos- pretende estimular la creatividad imaginaria y lúdica del interno niño, del eterno infante , para seguir soñando , para sentir el mundo , para educar las sensibilidades del quehacer art</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;">ístico y emocional.</span> </span></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-9099665962286292647?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766150157004267472.post-82616759975262504192007-12-29T12:44:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:45:07.165-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R3bCQ8mJrPI/AAAAAAAAABc/sFkFZ2LYreE/s1600-h/DSC01607.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149516820344581362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R3bCQ8mJrPI/AAAAAAAAABc/sFkFZ2LYreE/s320/DSC01607.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;">flor-estación 50x50<br /></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R3bBuMmJrOI/AAAAAAAAABU/7Z7-WumO5Y8/s1600-h/DSC01606.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149516223344127202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R3bBuMmJrOI/AAAAAAAAABU/7Z7-WumO5Y8/s320/DSC01606.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#999999;">torremolinos</span> <span style="color:#999999;">50x50</span><br /></span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R3bBR8mJrNI/AAAAAAAAABM/mxUjFila6D0/s1600-h/DSC01609.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149515738012822738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R3bBR8mJrNI/AAAAAAAAABM/mxUjFila6D0/s320/DSC01609.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Bosquejando 50x50<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149515072292891842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZQ025-GrNs/R3bArMmJrMI/AAAAAAAAABE/BtU9gpLm-8A/s320/DSC01605.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;">Día de luna 70x50</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1766150157004267472-8261675997526250419?l=matilda-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MaTiLDazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483618986797176688noreply@blogger.com1