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Linhas de Varredura / Scan Lines: Agosto 2012
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Linhas de Varredura / Scan Lines. AUDIOVISUAL ARTE CONTEMPORÂNEA Lugar / Tempo - efêmero, contemporâneo. Para scanear arte, pensar arte, servir arte, falar arte, questionar arte. Sexta-feira, 3 de agosto de 2012. São Paulo - Centro de arte, tecnologia e audiovisual. Emoção Art.ficial 6.0. A última edição da bienal de Arte e Tecnologia do Itaú cultural apresentou trabalhos sofisticados e impressionantes de artistas como:. Por Rejane Cantoni e Leonardo Crescenti (Brasil, 2012); Slice. O Festival de Linguag...
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Linhas de Varredura / Scan Lines: Novembro 2013
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Linhas de Varredura / Scan Lines. AUDIOVISUAL ARTE CONTEMPORÂNEA Lugar / Tempo - efêmero, contemporâneo. Para scanear arte, pensar arte, servir arte, falar arte, questionar arte. Sexta-feira, 1 de novembro de 2013. Exposição de videoarte no Oi Futuro no Rio de Janeiro. Visualizar meu perfil completo. Meu trabalho em arte. Minha lista de blogs. No caminho Projeto Coletive-se. AO VIVO / GRAVADO no programa Cenário. Modelo Awesome Inc. Tecnologia do Blogger.
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Random Rules: April 2011
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011. Then again. Here, the former site. Of a nineteenth century shipping dock. Now a concrete slab overlooking. The East River. I was younger then. The shoeprint gives it away], time. Was for lovin' the hell out of you. Jesus preaching for the apostles. Be his light dude, not his judge! I try to understand what he means. While setting the table for Easter. Promisse me you'll never be sad. On my behalf kid. Remains are silent. You call and bring forth what's within. Posted by de vries.
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Random Rules
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Thursday, November 10, 2011. A Letter Kept To Myself. It is somewhat what I imagine knowledge to be. Dark, salty, clear moving, forever flowing. Since our knowledge is historical, flown. A monotonous coastline, endless and sagging. Delicately ornamented by the moon still hanging solid. The poorest postcard of itself. I was waiting for this letter to find you home. I guess it will reach you on that waiting room,. I am too shy to stop. Cannot derange or rearrange. The Islands have not shifted since.
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Random Rules
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Friday, June 03, 2011. Feasible vision under bed linen, you are here and you are here. Strangely enough, that '61 talkie was on tv last night - black, white,. Absolutely not". Your parting words, your queer wrangling. Intoxicated, acting sober - Misfit Flat. A beer a year. Would say my friend Mitch, whose dad passed not long ago. Came summer. There's the sky again, as shallow as creek. God willin'. It will. We both know. Back in my bed again, red. Some practical concerns include my teenage years that were.
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Random Rules
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Sunday, July 17, 2011. Tell me again where to hide. It is a secret as well. Along my dubious veins. Come closer, listen! Another fruit I have tasted before. Is it about me? No It is about war. Is it about me? Yes Only the part where you're tired. It has something to do with that song. About the divorced father, yes. Is there honor in this, or a point even? Not in me, no. You do it to get off. I beat you to it. It's because I am weak and you know it. Then tell me again where to hide. Posted by de vries.
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Random Rules: January 2012
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Monday, January 09, 2012. There on the swingset. Feeding a pigeon, one fucking pigeon. How it was morning and bright and sleep was. To physicality and kerosene one gender alone. Both. An event so rare. You come into town. And liberate the feet of the teens. We. Are stranded by snow. Falling-down-hopeless alcoholics, gag a little -. Force it all down, munch our hay. The milk truck had left. I vouched for that. It is my birthday. Bring on the razor. Make love to it and take me out to dinner. Pickle it.
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Random Rules
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Monday, January 09, 2012. There on the swingset. Feeding a pigeon, one fucking pigeon. How it was morning and bright and sleep was. To physicality and kerosene one gender alone. Both. An event so rare. You come into town. And liberate the feet of the teens. We. Are stranded by snow. Falling-down-hopeless alcoholics, gag a little -. Force it all down, munch our hay. The milk truck had left. I vouched for that. It is my birthday. Bring on the razor. Make love to it and take me out to dinner. Pickle it.