tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370815902012-02-16T06:59:10.415-04:00isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.comBlogger421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-29503365656081643132008-10-12T17:04:00.002-04:002008-10-12T17:10:22.259-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/SPJnt9s-fxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JU_bVa08c9E/s1600-h/S5000601.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/SPJnt9s-fxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JU_bVa08c9E/s400/S5000601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256377754449772306" /></a><br />Hermosa Yegua Argentina- Cordoba-<br />acrilico- papel ecologico artezanal - Paja Brava-<br />50x70<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-2950336565608164313?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-67111488415768096682008-10-12T16:53:00.002-04:002008-10-12T17:03:34.203-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/SPJmHopd3TI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hzedoB3atUU/s1600-h/S5000607.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/SPJmHopd3TI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hzedoB3atUU/s400/S5000607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256375996451249458" /></a><br />Mas de 28 dias esto es lo que soy en cualquier tiempo y lugar...<br />me quieran o no ...<br />este soy "YO"<br />20X30 CARTON ACRILICO<br />2006 m.i.h.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-6711148841576809668?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-61900943146164297462008-10-12T16:47:00.003-04:002008-10-12T16:53:30.537-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/SPJjwUdWkyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5H1Qp3FOHr0/s1600-h/S5000596.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/SPJjwUdWkyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5H1Qp3FOHr0/s400/S5000596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256373396871484194" /></a><br />Esta es el segundo cuadro olvidado en algun lugar de la casa (superficie de la casa 2x2 cuadrados jejejejej) tambien reproduccion .<br />40x50 oleo, tela. tonos calido me superan, me funden.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-6190094314616429746?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-39976212887181353672008-10-12T16:40:00.003-04:002008-10-12T16:47:14.750-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/SPJiTO0i2BI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8OiEKwGs2t8/s1600-h/S5000594.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/SPJiTO0i2BI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8OiEKwGs2t8/s400/S5000594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256371797630310418" /></a><br />Otros dos cuadros mas olvidados en algun rincon<br />son reproducciones de artistas muy famosos...<br />70x50 oleo, tela<br />2005 Me gusto sus tonos calidos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-3997621288718135367?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-50810923851243041322008-10-12T16:10:00.002-04:002008-10-12T16:39:50.683-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/SPJgjRfyhEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/JWJpvarNryw/s1600-h/S5000593.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/SPJgjRfyhEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/JWJpvarNryw/s400/S5000593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256369874203214914" /></a><br />En estoy dias han aparecido algunos cuadros, que no tenia publicado, causa -MI MUDANZA- aunque sabiendo de mi gran concentracion (distraccion jejejeje ) hacia mis tareas, he tomado algunos recaudos y he revisado este blog, pero adelanto ante mi gran concentracion a lo mejor no he chequeado bien....Si es asi mis DISCULPAS AMIGOS.<br />( segun mi amigo Joe es concentracion)<br />Esta obra la realice en oleo sobre carton 40x50<br />El tema: Melancolia<br /><br />Mi hija salia de su Gran tristeza (divorcio), pasando a melancolia ya erradicada Gracias a Dios.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-5081092385124304132?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-71030683778367081322008-02-03T17:37:00.000-04:002008-02-03T18:41:44.637-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R6Y0YQZEy0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Mzj4H2Jvihk/s1600-h/ni%C3%B1a-bebe-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162871614148496194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R6Y0YQZEy0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Mzj4H2Jvihk/s400/ni%C3%B1a-bebe-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lápiz-carboncillo. 18x15 papel<br /> <br /> "Antes de los siglos, desde el principio me creó,<br /> y por los siglos subsistiré"<br /> <span style="font-size:78%;"> (Palabras del libro de la sabiduria) <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-7103068377836708132?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-54880393847149799292008-02-03T17:27:00.000-04:002008-02-03T17:32:55.777-04:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-5488039384714979929?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-7347735947605226922008-02-03T17:18:00.000-04:002008-02-03T17:26:46.790-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R6YvxAZEyyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VLh_aGTOS5Y/s1600-h/otras+obras+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162866541792119586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R6YvxAZEyyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VLh_aGTOS5Y/s400/otras+obras+012.jpg" border="0" /></a> Azúl 18x24 tecnica mixta M.I.H.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-734773594760522692?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-28503670790810053172008-02-03T16:36:00.000-04:002008-02-03T17:06:51.596-04:00<span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R6Yl8AZEyxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NIHDQ0e-DFo/s1600-h/otras+obras+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162855735654402834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R6Yl8AZEyxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NIHDQ0e-DFo/s400/otras+obras+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> Abstracto Sin alma 18x20 acrilico<br />Mirada de ojos frios,<br />cuerpo sin alma...<br />donde esta tu espiritu,<br />quien se llevo tu instinto...<br /><br />Quien se llevo tu inteligencia,<br />donde esta tu alma noble...<br />donde tu conciencia.<br />Despierta, amate, sueña, vive....<br />M.I.H.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-2850367079081005317?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-53236832831151676372008-02-03T16:24:00.000-04:002008-02-03T16:35:02.173-04:00<span style="color:#006600;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R6YkHQZEywI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Y3z90RA6nhQ/s1600-h/escanear0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162853729904675586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R6YkHQZEywI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Y3z90RA6nhQ/s400/escanear0001.jpg" border="0" /></a> autoretrato papel- aguada- 15x10<br /><br /> Cada día q' vivo me convenso mas de q' el desperdicio de la vida,<br /> esta en el amor q' no damos... <br /> M.I.H.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-5323683283115167637?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-70125997009648231112008-02-02T17:14:00.001-04:002008-02-02T17:44:28.930-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R6TdqQZEyvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vWLA19ZphmA/s1600-h/fotos+isabel+142.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162494790897814258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R6TdqQZEyvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vWLA19ZphmA/s400/fotos+isabel+142.jpg" border="0" /></a> Habla el silencio,<br />calla tu voz...<br />camina el tiempo,<br />con pasos lentos...<br /><br />Calla el silencio,<br />habla tu voz...<br />se detiene el tiempo,<br />en su paso lento.<br /><br />Entre el silencio<br />y tu voz...<br />en hora cero,<br />el tiempo quedo.<br /> M.I.H.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-7012599700964823111?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-707211408589272832008-02-02T16:34:00.000-04:002008-02-02T17:10:13.213-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R6TY-AZEyuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kNtfRdc3ObM/s1600-h/amaneci+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162489632642091746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R6TY-AZEyuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kNtfRdc3ObM/s400/amaneci+028.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hoy amanecí, fue en reyes...<br />Mirando el amanecer tu me ves...<br />Tu amor...como rayos solares con intensos colores...<br />rompiendo el horizonte,<br />penetrando en las densas nubes...<br />Así penetro tu amor, así rompio mi alma...<br />Hoy me ves mirando el amanecer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-70721140858927283?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-69543367057053978832008-01-08T22:27:00.000-04:002008-01-08T23:01:21.786-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R4QzMrOQBbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/q75x5yknUAo/s1600-h/IMG_1066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153300166472631730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R4QzMrOQBbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/q75x5yknUAo/s320/IMG_1066.JPG" border="0" /></a> acuarela 20x22 Nicolás<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;">Recuerdos</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Recuerdos lacrados</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Corazón abierto</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Amor perdido</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Recuerdo vivo</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Vendrán a intervalos</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Caerán en cascadas </span><span style="color:#003300;">desesperadas...</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Interrumpiendo la efímera paz,</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Tan bien elaborada</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Impacientes por ver la luz</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Con destellos tornasolados</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Blancos trozos de hielo rompiendo el silencio</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Garganta estrangulada, vos quebrantada</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Segundos eternos momentos felices</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Lágrimas de caminos recorridos...</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Abrazos de almas encontradas</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Canciones de amor canta el corazón</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Rasgos de infinitos atardeceres</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">surcos finos de noches y amaneceres</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Donde te encuentro?</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">No sera ni aquí ni allá</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Sera en la eternidad</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Tu partiste, para no regresar...</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Hoy caen lágrimas de pesar</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Cristalizando un nuevo empezar.</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">01-06-2008</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#003300;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-6954336705705397883?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-30897077239145553942008-01-06T22:11:00.000-04:002008-01-06T23:05:39.318-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R4GNbrOQBaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k5OeoF5CXD4/s1600-h/trabajos_book+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152554955287037346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R4GNbrOQBaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k5OeoF5CXD4/s320/trabajos_book+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> Acuarela - 14x16 Nicolasin<br />A MI HIJO <br /><br /><br />Solo mi recuerdo,<br />Tu ya no estas...<br />Tu retoño reza la tristeza<br />Del recuerdo no vivido...<br /><br />Corre su alma por el desierto.<br />Como potro salvaje<br />Llevando sus ilusiones<br />Al galope limpios sentimientos<br /><br />Golpean gruesos lagrimones<br />Incapaces de detener al jinete<br />Masticando el tiempo perdido<br />Agitando su pecho en extremo ido<br /><br />Sollozo de niño perdido<br />Mescla de rabia pena y dolor,<br />Sus ojos claman la misericordia del señor...<br />Canciones de cuna, y llantos sin noches.<br /><br /><br />Mañana será recuerdo<br />El recuerdo q' no vivió<br />Suyo será mi recuerdo<br />Como suyo sera su historia.<br /><br /> 06-01-2008<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-3089707723914555394?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-61645620727373965192008-01-03T22:41:00.000-04:002008-01-03T23:27:09.321-04:00<span style="color:#003300;">Vida</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R32eHLOQBXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0F-qwj5bu6k/s1600-h/yegua+y+potrillo+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151447394890548594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/R32eHLOQBXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0F-qwj5bu6k/s400/yegua+y+potrillo+013.jpg" border="0" /></a> Detrás del paisaje ...la brisa,<br />el aire, la nube inundada,<br />el eco, el latido, los sueños detenidos;<br />signos inequívocos. Tras el viento,<br />el hombre, el universo a<br />caballo, el recodo de la<br />distancia, la necesidad de esa<br />desembocadura como palabra.<br />J.M.Granada<br /><br /><br /><br />Oleo - Papel Artesanal -<><br />20x 18<br /><br />Foto A.Buchiniz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-6164562072737396519?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-43292719478517502712007-09-08T13:27:00.000-04:002007-09-08T13:50:41.426-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuLdHJ6Hq_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/7k7rgbGtkhA/s1600-h/4+amigas+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107888042380078066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuLdHJ6Hq_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/7k7rgbGtkhA/s320/4+amigas+028.jpg" border="0" /></a> No se q' gusto tenia la comida ,<br />solo recuerdo nuestra alegria,<br />la pasamos, muy bien.<br />Inolvidable velada...<br />Comunicacion constante<br />con nuestro amigo...<br />el sí estubo ausente<br />Pero presente en nuestros<br />corazones.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-4329271947851750271?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1629942553994159562007-09-08T13:21:00.000-04:002007-09-08T13:27:16.411-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuLaqZ6Hq-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/99F1yJfsQdU/s1600-h/4+amigas+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107885349435583458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuLaqZ6Hq-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/99F1yJfsQdU/s320/4+amigas+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Felicidad expresada en maneras </p><p>diferentes, Ester entre mi famila </p><p>y la suya, como familia.</p><p>Las quiero!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-162994255399415956?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-36598828543021733282007-09-08T12:55:00.000-04:002007-09-08T13:21:33.303-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuLXWJ6Hq9I/AAAAAAAAADs/X-HEZkclXw4/s1600-h/4+amigas+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107881703008349138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuLXWJ6Hq9I/AAAAAAAAADs/X-HEZkclXw4/s320/4+amigas+041.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tambien vedettes...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-3659882854302173328?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-33981669589291899422007-09-08T11:37:00.000-04:002007-09-08T11:50:40.747-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuLD8J6Hq8I/AAAAAAAAADk/sAHTio8Ox7g/s1600-h/4+amigas+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107860365610822594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuLD8J6Hq8I/AAAAAAAAADk/sAHTio8Ox7g/s320/4+amigas+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Manuela mi amiga intima...</div><div>Futura Abogada</div><div>De una sencibilidad extrema</div><div>de una bondad sin igual.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-3398166958929189942?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-63668672718459350212007-09-08T11:34:00.000-04:002007-09-08T11:37:07.357-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuLBV56Hq7I/AAAAAAAAADc/-Iji8sTgreM/s1600-h/4+amigas+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107857509457570738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuLBV56Hq7I/AAAAAAAAADc/-Iji8sTgreM/s320/4+amigas+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Mi hermana, acompañando mi</p><p>alegría</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-6366867271845935021?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-86614716858872232712007-09-08T11:17:00.000-04:002007-09-08T11:33:25.421-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuK-dp6Hq6I/AAAAAAAAADU/jOU4tHjh4Gs/s1600-h/4+amigas+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107854344066673570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuK-dp6Hq6I/AAAAAAAAADU/jOU4tHjh4Gs/s320/4+amigas+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Momento inesperado.</div><div>La llegada de mi intima</div><div>amiga Manuela, tres días</div><div>antes. Luego gran sorpresa</div><div>Hilda, y Ester aparecieron!!!</div><div>Para quedar casi muda, </div><div>escuchando, pensando, </div><div>y sin poder articular palabras</div><div>solamente mi impulso </div><div>era acariciarlas , besarlas...</div><div>solamente fúe el primer</div><div>día.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-8661471685887223271?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-14463945923922485342007-09-08T10:59:00.000-04:002007-09-08T11:16:19.160-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuK6ap6Hq4I/AAAAAAAAADE/Q7RWtHRawqY/s1600-h/4+amigas+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107849894480554882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuK6ap6Hq4I/AAAAAAAAADE/Q7RWtHRawqY/s320/4+amigas+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hilda no recuerdo haber reído<br />tanto, tanto, tanto...<br />nuestras carretilla se astillaron.<br />sos una persona muy alegre!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-1446394592392248534?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-51295529419407400392007-09-08T10:23:00.000-04:002007-09-08T10:57:10.013-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuKxK56Hq3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/AEsBFxxAg3k/s1600-h/verdad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107839728292965234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RuKxK56Hq3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/AEsBFxxAg3k/s320/verdad.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mi Paz está en el...<br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />CANVAS PANEL 14x18 acrilico<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-5129552941940740039?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-37941067752235041482007-07-30T18:24:00.000-04:002007-07-30T18:50:47.195-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/Rq5rAsfIjpI/AAAAAAAAACs/mkoMZ1ozwxI/s1600-h/Hilda.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093125888288525970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/Rq5rAsfIjpI/AAAAAAAAACs/mkoMZ1ozwxI/s320/Hilda.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;">Mi compañerita Hilda,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;">sabes cuanto te quería???</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;">sabias de mi admiracion por tí???</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;">Te respetaba, me gustaba tu "seriedad"</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;">tu simpleza, tu sinceridad, tu sobriedad...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;">Hoy veo tu imagen , se me nublan los ojos,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;">las </span></em><em><span style="font-size:100%;">lágrimas lavan la foto,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;">y me devuelve la imagen de aquella niña,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;">con flequillo y pelo negro</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;">y una sonrisa cálida de niña buena.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;">Hoy te quiero mas aún, el tiempo sello mi cariño por tí.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;">Isabel </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-3794106775223504148?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-64129720985095566742007-07-29T18:47:00.000-04:002007-07-29T18:52:36.937-04:00Quiero agradecer a Maria Leo, por estos momentos tanbonitos q' paso con los reenvios de ella estan buenisimos.<br /> gracias M.Leo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-6412972098509556674?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-82339570323413601182007-07-28T19:41:00.000-04:002007-07-28T19:56:57.180-04:00Córdoba también tubo su nieve!!!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RqvVtMfIjnI/AAAAAAAAACc/XpUKGj98i6Y/s1600-h/manuela.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092398776095116914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RqvVtMfIjnI/AAAAAAAAACc/XpUKGj98i6Y/s320/manuela.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ella es Manola ...</div><div>Nos conocimos desde siempre</div><div>Aunque la vida nos llevo por caminos diferentes, seguimos siendo las de siempre...</div><div> te quiero</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>foto de FranciscoGarcia </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-8233957032341360118?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-25983843551565659022007-07-28T19:07:00.000-04:002007-07-28T19:19:35.837-04:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">"para vos Sil.. "</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Te quiero un montón!!!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">papel-técnica mixta- </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">foto digital- fotoshop</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RqvNPMfIjlI/AAAAAAAAACM/sb5t8dKSO8A/s1600-h/AZUL.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092389464606019154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RqvNPMfIjlI/AAAAAAAAACM/sb5t8dKSO8A/s320/AZUL.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;color:#663300;">11x15</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-2598384355156565902?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-72530124663794226362007-07-28T18:45:00.000-04:002007-07-28T18:49:50.277-04:00<span style="color:#330033;">Argentina se vistió de blanco!!! Fotos de A.Buchiniz</span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RqvHc8fIjjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0gJ3MaZ6j38/s1600-h/una+postal.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092383103759453746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RqvHc8fIjjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0gJ3MaZ6j38/s320/una+postal.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RqvHdMfIjkI/AAAAAAAAACE/OKUQ4qz-5pw/s1600-h/corralito.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092383108054421058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RqvHdMfIjkI/AAAAAAAAACE/OKUQ4qz-5pw/s320/corralito.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-7253012466379422636?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-73549375026103682302007-07-28T16:19:00.000-04:002007-07-28T18:06:21.624-04:00<span style="color:#663333;">"EL HOMBRE QUE NO ESPERA NADA DE LOS HOMBRES ES SUPERIOR A TODOS LOS HOMBRES" A.Nervo </span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"> </span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">Lole...inspiras ternura en tu pueblo!!!</span><br />Foto tomada en Corralito A. Buchiniz<br /><br /><span style="color:#663333;">canvas panel-oleo-14x18</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RqumWcfIjfI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2HgDzIuqg4/s1600-h/lelo+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092346708206587378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4P-Na0tmTU/RqumWcfIjfI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2HgDzIuqg4/s320/lelo+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-7354937502610368230?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1170641301113877812007-02-04T21:12:00.000-04:002007-02-04T22:08:21.153-04:00<span style="color:#330033;">No siempre depende de nosotros ser pobres;</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">pero siempre depende de nosotros hacer </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">respetar nuestra pobreza. </span><span style="color:#330033;"> Voltaire.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"> </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">La musa en un día de lluvia...</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">canvas panel- oleo- 18/24 2007</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"> </span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/1600/891789/ella%20003.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/400/265256/ella%20003.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-117064130111387781?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1170637908617628152007-02-04T20:41:00.000-04:002007-02-04T21:11:48.640-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/1600/973285/Copia%20(2)%20de%20mi%20primer%20trabajo-2%20019.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/320/239167/Copia%20%282%29%20de%20mi%20primer%20trabajo-2%20019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/1600/257834/Copia%20(2)%20de%20mi%20primer%20trabajo-2%20016.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/320/495470/Copia%20%282%29%20de%20mi%20primer%20trabajo-2%20016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Al cabo de los años he observado</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">q' la belleza, como la felicidad,</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">es frecuente. No pasa en día en q' </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">no estemos, un instante, en el paraíso.</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">J. L. Borges Argentino.</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#663366;">Este dibujo fúe mi segundo autoretrato, sobre papel</span></p><p><span style="color:#663366;">y carboncillos.</span></p><p><span style="color:#663366;">Y...éste jajajaja me da risa</span></p><p><span style="color:#663366;">parece el fantasma de la ópera!!! papel negro y carbón blanco.</span></p><p><span style="color:#663366;"> 1999-2007</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-117063790861762815?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1170386097640522042007-02-01T22:33:00.000-04:002007-02-01T23:17:15.263-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/1600/332386/los%20tamangos%20007.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/400/985636/los%20tamangos%20007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#663333;">Esta obra la dedico a todos los q' gustan del tango</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">especialmente a mis compatriotas!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">realizada con: el mayor esmero</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">técnica: con todo mi amor</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">CUANDO NO TENGAS NI FE</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">CUANDO NO TENGAS NI YERBA</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">SECANDOSE AL SOL...</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">CUANDO ARRASTRES LOS TAMANGOS</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">BUSCANDO ESE MANGO</span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">QUE HAGA MORFAR...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-117038609764052204?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1168837885575007282007-01-15T00:58:00.000-04:002007-01-15T01:11:25.583-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/1600/393687/des3%20002.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/400/22702/des3%20002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;">No llores por q' terminó,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;">sonrié poq' sucedió.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;"> G.G.Marquez</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;">Tenemos q' olvidar lo q' creemos ser,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;">para poder ser q' realmente somos.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;"> P.Coelho</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;">Es la manera de trasmitir mis creencias,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;">es la manera de transmitir mis sentimientos</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;">es la manera más pura de transmitir mi esencia.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;"> I.H.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;">Mi trabajo lo realicé en papel artesanal ( paja brava)</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#663333;">técnica mixta 51/76</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-116883788557500728?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1168836065056946922007-01-15T00:01:00.000-04:002007-01-15T00:41:05.063-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/1600/564235/mi%20primer%20trabajo%20003.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/400/994650/mi%20primer%20trabajo%20003.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mi suelo... mi tierra...<br /> de ella vengo,<br /> de sus tonos me alimento,<br /> de su aroma desvanezco,<br /> Mi suelo... mi tierra...<br /> para ella yo sere su alimento.<br /><br /><br /><br /> Fué un día espectacular, radiante,<br /> increiblemente inolvidable, imagenes<br />inborrables, allí plasmé mis primeras líneas...<br /> Abril, 1999<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-116883606505694692?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1168225717433364052007-01-07T23:02:00.000-04:002007-01-07T23:08:37.440-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/1600/388476/vientos%20002.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/400/364846/vientos%20002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />...carezco de razón,<br />carezco de satisfacción,<br />me sobran vacíos,<br />me sobran sensaciones.<br />Encontraré los medios<br />que llenen las sensaciones vacías<br />de satisfaciones...<br />Lo q' nunca podré<br />es razonar para pintar...<br /><br /><br />tecnica mixta papel artesanal 51/76<br /><br /><br /><br /> Cómo te pareces al agua,<br /> alma de hombre!<br /> Cómo te paraces al viento,<br /> destino de hombre!<br /><br /> Poeta Alemán J.W v G.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-116822571743336405?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1167242942218938462006-12-27T14:07:00.000-04:002006-12-27T14:09:02.220-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/1600/103717/stella%20mar%20pintura%20001.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/400/782806/stella%20mar%20pintura%20001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.todo-ar-te.blogspot.com/">Todo-Ar-teTodo Ar-Te</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-116724294221893846?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1167242565086170182006-12-27T14:00:00.000-04:002006-12-27T14:02:45.093-04:00<a href="http://todo-ar-te.blogspot.com/">Todo-Ar-teTodo Ar-Te</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-116724256508617018?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1167239103563513912006-12-27T13:05:00.000-04:002006-12-27T13:05:03.616-04:00Mi amiga Alicia quizo q' hoy mi día fuera distinto...y lo está siendo!!!<br />Me regalo recuerdos muy bonitos, canciones q' no recordaba, unos temas<br />increibles, otros no tanto... hasta he bailado con la pollera colora, me reido<br />con el orangután, y lo más grande Sandro con Rosa Rosa... buenisimo!!!!<br />Gracias Alicia!!!<br /><br /><br />Mi trabajo de hoy es la misma tecnica q' vengo desarrollando.<br />El tema " mi hermana del alma "<br />ole sobre papel artesanal (paja brava) 51/76<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-116723910356351391?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1166721117541685152006-12-21T13:05:00.000-04:002006-12-21T13:11:57.550-04:00<img height="60" alt="tree2.gif (1598 bytes)" src="http://ciberia.ya.com/gurgurafet/gifs/gifs%20navidenos/arbol%20de%20navidad/arboles/tree2.gif" width="40" /><img height="32" alt="baum.gif (3582 bytes)" src="http://ciberia.ya.com/gurgurafet/gifs/gifs%20navidenos/arbol%20de%20navidad/arboles/baum.gif" width="32" /><img height="120" alt="tree_r.gif (6764 bytes)" src="http://ciberia.ya.com/gurgurafet/gifs/gifs%20navidenos/arbol%20de%20navidad/arboles/tree_r.gif" width="90" /><img height="83" alt="arbolf.gif (1145 bytes)" src="http://ciberia.ya.com/gurgurafet/gifs/gifs%20navidenos/arbol%20de%20navidad/arboles/arbolf.gif" width="83" /><img height="150" alt="xmastee1.gif (7281 bytes)" src="http://ciberia.ya.com/gurgurafet/gifs/gifs%20navidenos/arbol%20de%20navidad/arboles/xmastee1.gif" width="100" /><img height="144" alt="xvictree.gif (5879 bytes)" src="http://ciberia.ya.com/gurgurafet/gifs/gifs%20navidenos/arbol%20de%20navidad/arboles/xvictree.gif" width="81" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-116672111754168515?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1166715507894878712006-12-21T11:38:00.000-04:002006-12-21T13:44:19.756-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/1600/562493/pesca%20en%20Bariloche%20022.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/320/891414/pesca%20en%20Bariloche%20022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><p><strong>Uno de los tantisimos lagos del sur...</strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Este es uno de los tantos lugares q' visita mi sobrino cuando va de pesca. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000066;">"Dicen q' Dios no le cuenta a los pescadores los días q' pasan pescando por q' no tienen malos pensamientos ni sienten ganas de hacerle daño a nadie."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000066;">"Los lugares más hermosos nunca están cerca de asfalto o pavimento"</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000066;">He sentido la soberbia de la montaña y el frío del deshielo en mi paleta, el sol calento mis pinturas para q' yo pueda darle tibieza a esa mañana de octubre... "</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Papel artesanal sobre madera, acrilico, 51/76</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /></p></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-116671550789487871?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1166447541061964672006-12-18T09:12:00.000-04:002006-12-18T14:01:31.693-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/1600/926160/tigre%20papel%20ecologico%20289.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1859/4158/320/35712/tigre%20papel%20ecologico%20289.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><p><span style="color:#cc6600;">Hace apenas una semanita q' he llagado de la Argentina, todabía no logro encontrar mi espacio, es la primera vez q' me pasa no se...</span></p><p><span style="color:#cc6600;">Pero lo q' sí sé, es q' el deseo de pintar lo llevo conmigo a todas partes. </span></p><p><span style="color:#cc6600;">Esta pintura es lo primero q' pinto desde q' llegué de Argentina, son dos embarcaciones q' están amarradas en el Tigre, exactamente en la feria del Tigre, q'en no las vío??? bueno el q' haya visitado el Tigre. En la feria hay de todo y muy buenos precios, en madera, cueros, flores, semillas, etc... de todo muy, muy bonito.</span></p><p><span style="color:#cc6600;">El material q' he usado para esta pintura es papel ecológico, totalmente artesanal, el material, la paja brava, tiene una textura maravillosa, utilice el tinte del papel como base, buenisimo!!!!</span></p><p><span style="color:#cc6600;">Visitando laFeria Artezanal en la Rural, encontre a una pareja encantadora de Cordobeses, ellos son los artesanos q' hacen este papel. Cabaña de Papel tal es su denominación, en realidad la demostración fué diseño e iluminación, pero mi ojo fué directo a la pila de papel, increiblemente sabia la manera de lograr ese papel, paja brava, yuca, Q'bracho, etc.</span></p><p><span style="color:#cc6600;">La compocición de mi pintura : Embarcaciones en el Tigre, Papel ecológico, Acrilico, 20/30 cm</span><a href="http://www.todo-ar-te.blogspot.com/"></p></blockquote></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-116644754106196467?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081590.post-1162576935885091382006-11-03T14:00:00.000-04:002006-11-03T14:14:03.416-04:00Mucha suerte y que disfrutes este sitio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37081590-116257693588509138?l=todo-ar-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04448685591593462889noreply@blogger.com0