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Some Pictures about me... art expression </div>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-65519723886752273132011-10-03T07:02:00.000-07:002011-10-12T20:51:15.902-07:00sem mais palavras, reinício...<div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjak-LEkOMiqwhwyUvCifFswYW-ai2SxpeANFh-Y7fafaROf84TqL49yRs6yRFoAnvSlSKfAOPPmpDWsdthSEAxpgmKQzygINzssRxUl-tW5NHZHlXtW8lVS_BrET8L7R3WQUTGhRI7n0I/s1600/001a.jpg"><img style="width: 314px; height: 412px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659266266942921842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjak-LEkOMiqwhwyUvCifFswYW-ai2SxpeANFh-Y7fafaROf84TqL49yRs6yRFoAnvSlSKfAOPPmpDWsdthSEAxpgmKQzygINzssRxUl-tW5NHZHlXtW8lVS_BrET8L7R3WQUTGhRI7n0I/s400/001a.jpg" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-32261924915317246072011-06-18T07:48:00.000-07:002011-06-18T07:51:56.015-07:00Colagem, e vizinhanças<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNPL65S8IGQ2pIUuNZvqQ3eFdd7ELjToukko1U3mN0wx0XlCw94y0gv7UJ3TbRiokdyEWPDrof9MQZ7sPWu7e7tgsCWCa2df25sMctizNwjN9PsBhGmZ0Hb6ylUGp5sg8t-6rSjBybkQ/s1600/jjgu.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619571925626585922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNPL65S8IGQ2pIUuNZvqQ3eFdd7ELjToukko1U3mN0wx0XlCw94y0gv7UJ3TbRiokdyEWPDrof9MQZ7sPWu7e7tgsCWCa2df25sMctizNwjN9PsBhGmZ0Hb6ylUGp5sg8t-6rSjBybkQ/s400/jjgu.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Recorte, cole, vizinhos tão complementares...<br />Em meio a tintas, e cola, criações e descriações desmedidas....<br /><br />Técnica: recortes, aquarela e colagemUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-39883616350390823512011-06-06T19:21:00.000-07:002011-06-06T19:26:49.659-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWYlJzRDZU3dx_E9jUMfA4FoDT17FjA77IHxCgjIxaYbGXbxrskQm1vpCtaDYQlLjZPbcGfoZRdNpYgom0Es8R7qwSd9Jp4qNhiezV_qDyXTUCvTNzMWUX7J8CTNu1Y_0ZoAHZae9wP4/s1600/art.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615297703939799154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWYlJzRDZU3dx_E9jUMfA4FoDT17FjA77IHxCgjIxaYbGXbxrskQm1vpCtaDYQlLjZPbcGfoZRdNpYgom0Es8R7qwSd9Jp4qNhiezV_qDyXTUCvTNzMWUX7J8CTNu1Y_0ZoAHZae9wP4/s400/art.JPG" /></a><br /><br />getting crazy.....<br />uhuuuu uhuuuuu....<br />listen a crazy music.... with my crazy thoughts....<br />uhuuuuu uhuuuuuu....<br />my mind fly away....<br />for seconds and hours....<br />uhuuuu uhuuuuuu....<br /><br /><br />tecnica: aquarela e nanquim sobre canson, photoshop para finalizarUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-9948580477936993772011-06-01T20:45:00.000-07:002011-06-01T20:53:54.875-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uWDDutcW-M1eZBoEARW3BGpjEylvt5Ny4I811rcMlNlCj_J0_MXTKnix_ODK3ru1zDKQBGnLAjd-9KVNfwCSIKceec8EfpIEtjbtt1vl8NB3zFUKSeHB-11kF6xRS0BCOL8mtRpGPUE/s1600/hhhh.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613463842681900242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uWDDutcW-M1eZBoEARW3BGpjEylvt5Ny4I811rcMlNlCj_J0_MXTKnix_ODK3ru1zDKQBGnLAjd-9KVNfwCSIKceec8EfpIEtjbtt1vl8NB3zFUKSeHB-11kF6xRS0BCOL8mtRpGPUE/s400/hhhh.jpg" /></a><br /><br />No colorido, nas ondas, e expressões eu vou, vou e vôo, os traçados são para mim uma questão de caminhos, manifestam-se e aparecem como nuvens no céu que constantemente transforman-se em possibilidades de um melhor...<br /><br />Técnica<br />Naquim e aquarela sobre cansonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-24798863225246147022011-05-26T21:38:00.000-07:002011-05-26T21:42:36.444-07:00Fragmentos, torcidos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcOE25JMF5kGgRSl2q37966OlWUPphdSNBjkKGpXwv58lcXGNhmydt-skFCssYARe0p1Wjw7HV1JmnH4_Ao3f1NS3XSIPUoTArMSUWKG3TudoevC8jcjf1VmKFczRX_vVr7L8XVuLhIs/s1600/jj.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611250974619201394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipcOE25JMF5kGgRSl2q37966OlWUPphdSNBjkKGpXwv58lcXGNhmydt-skFCssYARe0p1Wjw7HV1JmnH4_Ao3f1NS3XSIPUoTArMSUWKG3TudoevC8jcjf1VmKFczRX_vVr7L8XVuLhIs/s400/jj.jpg" /></a><br /><br />um pedaço, uma obeservação, de quem está aqui,<br />pulsante e vibrante, fragmento, pigmento<br /><br />técnica: canson, nanquim, photoshopUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-88343890174474392312011-05-18T20:25:00.000-07:002011-05-18T20:36:28.380-07:00Tijolos cruzados<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPYczgJhhhnlxBmcd3UgQgiDQEUeuZGQ2MZg3Hb-3JEqsGaUjxF9jOvOPL0Ng_NYGZw-zPkL0cuxZeYVPQOBgiRWmaSPBEDb4Vch7nBvsEzIvX8zDEmUvwuoB_jZbaSz05YrNC13hX_E/s1600/caminho.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608263621218705218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPYczgJhhhnlxBmcd3UgQgiDQEUeuZGQ2MZg3Hb-3JEqsGaUjxF9jOvOPL0Ng_NYGZw-zPkL0cuxZeYVPQOBgiRWmaSPBEDb4Vch7nBvsEzIvX8zDEmUvwuoB_jZbaSz05YrNC13hX_E/s400/caminho.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p>Que vida é essa ??</p><br /><p>Por quais tijolos temos que pisar ?? </p><br /><p>A existência de todos eles são perfeitas, imperfeitas são as escolhas e decisões mal encaminhadas, não dá pra viver todas as vidas em uma, querer tudo e todos, os mais belos, os mais agradáveis...</p><br /><p>O ideal consiste em não existir ideal, seguir o caminho persistir nele e ver o resultado....</p><br /><p>É justamente quando me pego, quando me agito e percebo que minhas possibilidades não se esgota... </p><br /><p>Há tanta vida lá fora.......... pegue a estrada dos tijolos de uma cor e siga até o fim.... arco íris poderá surgir em meio nuvens e sóis......</p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-86178166193158467742011-05-13T20:27:00.000-07:002011-05-13T22:03:57.161-07:00Quando chega o luar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlBoqYvzebo9yKmsf8oGFMX5PvEaHZzpU_50anrhn2KL4TBtR5kk89maB2xFpd-hgGTEQG1Cr0Woq9SnxOHvCBAjYmvM8kYut4-cZpUB1uKYDe8EehDOju8kAg9wATq0oehg48McTR5wQ/s1600/nn.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606408620880030546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlBoqYvzebo9yKmsf8oGFMX5PvEaHZzpU_50anrhn2KL4TBtR5kk89maB2xFpd-hgGTEQG1Cr0Woq9SnxOHvCBAjYmvM8kYut4-cZpUB1uKYDe8EehDOju8kAg9wATq0oehg48McTR5wQ/s400/nn.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Quando chega o luar eu faço questão de ir além,<br />flutuar e observar luz e sombra,<br />Quando chega o luar eu me transformo em emoção, em luminescência vibrante,<br />capaz de atingir os mais sutis planos existências de todo meu ser, percorro toda minha alma,<br />danço, giro, sinto, sinto a força lunar no meu viver,<br />Quando chega o luar eu quero rir, quero fascinar, apaixonar, nos sentidos perfeitos.... eu quero retornar a minha natureza, quero ser parte do contexto celeste, aonde eu consigo enxergar meu brilho próprio e faço reverberar a todos que me rodeiam....<br /><br />técnica: nanquim sobre cansonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-7812825115937523762011-05-12T12:23:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:27:09.938-07:00um pouco de cor nessa vida<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvrjYM107HZdQU3Yk-vON6uROkJmrllMYrlY7JBw7Kogzc3QtjSSOZvOGVs-2MRkENor__5g3uf_B74WbMe1f2ekJ0Ea0NYZVkjcz9Kc0ImVTN3eXkWhgueLMhW01ePfo8znj_mloub2Q/s1600/003.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605912837793254882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvrjYM107HZdQU3Yk-vON6uROkJmrllMYrlY7JBw7Kogzc3QtjSSOZvOGVs-2MRkENor__5g3uf_B74WbMe1f2ekJ0Ea0NYZVkjcz9Kc0ImVTN3eXkWhgueLMhW01ePfo8znj_mloub2Q/s400/003.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Como é gostoso rever antigos gostos, que talvez pela levada do tempo, tenha ficado ofuscado e adormecido, o processo de descontrução, baixou em mim... e agora estou me reconstruindo, me reafirmando... delicia viver e respirar arte... sentimentos, poesia....</div><br /><div>que venha a felicidade .... portas abertas para a árvore da produção livre, da liberdade sem métodos... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>técnica: </div><br /><div>nanquim e aquarela sobre canson </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-26629072068279914502011-04-26T08:17:00.000-07:002011-04-26T08:24:57.400-07:00Buscando as gotas do orvalho<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgZH-DU_HwEKI6hI9H2X7oGh7WucoeuSJd96aw2O6G4ELjOT3F96jcCyCOOSid4q9Oj7G-u76BRjptI0MnPaUVmBIGqjLOh8p1NC9_jPmuWguXXOHuqaNOHW3ZhTDYj4MiRaAPF-jKiQ/s1600/iuiul+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599912191621298466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgZH-DU_HwEKI6hI9H2X7oGh7WucoeuSJd96aw2O6G4ELjOT3F96jcCyCOOSid4q9Oj7G-u76BRjptI0MnPaUVmBIGqjLOh8p1NC9_jPmuWguXXOHuqaNOHW3ZhTDYj4MiRaAPF-jKiQ/s400/iuiul+001.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Contunuando, persistindo na busca das gotas de orvalho frescas...<br />Quando se pensa que o caminho é curto, ou simples... hummm enganou-se...<br />talvez seja... só que trilhar é basicamente .... complexo........<br />talvez esteja deixando pedaços de minhas incertezas por ai, talvez essa incerteza seja a própria certeza do que sou...<br /><br />Materiais:<br /><br />Canson<br />lápis 4BUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-31436710648584784212011-03-17T22:23:00.000-07:002011-03-17T22:27:19.872-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkmOalVUqfxt_0gHBW9t9pjlqAtFIXWMO2-JpIsNXUFzAMPgo4vwYxwQhOg53sF4H_3J1-pEP8zN2r05BMF1OfQM6E44R8P0j0HNaTRFcPLxN4Kl9TGDFUMlG6NzjHv1Ae20Wz6wCyUOY/s1600/masks.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585286760650146258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkmOalVUqfxt_0gHBW9t9pjlqAtFIXWMO2-JpIsNXUFzAMPgo4vwYxwQhOg53sF4H_3J1-pEP8zN2r05BMF1OfQM6E44R8P0j0HNaTRFcPLxN4Kl9TGDFUMlG6NzjHv1Ae20Wz6wCyUOY/s400/masks.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Conceito Rabisco ...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-64113963002304444632011-03-07T11:58:00.000-08:002011-03-07T12:04:14.253-08:00Desmembrado<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rhh67U1t4PjOeyaxhqTdt0se0JrFshwvwGkfiLLSdTynL78pDTGogCGC1OcbC2eTRG78XU3ZB9TBepytbznsCDvedNJuyTRUDing3_NCMcWqr2G8fk6c4ar_V9PKOkc5Edj1obvcS0A/s1600/uyuy%255D+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 428px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581430167792910530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rhh67U1t4PjOeyaxhqTdt0se0JrFshwvwGkfiLLSdTynL78pDTGogCGC1OcbC2eTRG78XU3ZB9TBepytbznsCDvedNJuyTRUDing3_NCMcWqr2G8fk6c4ar_V9PKOkc5Edj1obvcS0A/s400/uyuy%255D+001.jpg" /></a><br /><br />As vezes é preciso, desmembrar, separar, desconstruir.<br />Artifícios da vida, de um caminho, de uma rotina.<br />Segregação do bem, vislumbre da evolução.<br />Desconstrua para poder reconstruir e reviver com mais êxito.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-84243718702204321222011-02-11T12:10:00.000-08:002011-02-11T12:39:45.336-08:00Doubts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-zYUWUhVgkD4n5VU5EIW5kYb18Oa0XMxm9fnoCUV01cTEesRJp458HxajvgwUk61HikUNn-2_6wPv4WlF2Ou0sg24q-0tLUhQS4ATSb7-kUry3pGoM8NyguN2-c-uc7QzaE6GZL6BtjA/s1600/kjl.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572527021593963314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-zYUWUhVgkD4n5VU5EIW5kYb18Oa0XMxm9fnoCUV01cTEesRJp458HxajvgwUk61HikUNn-2_6wPv4WlF2Ou0sg24q-0tLUhQS4ATSb7-kUry3pGoM8NyguN2-c-uc7QzaE6GZL6BtjA/s400/kjl.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Sim sim, dúvidas, quem não tem dúvidas ??<br />Angútias, aflições... oh yeah... bem vindo ao clube...<br />Toda imperfeição reside o querer ser mais perfeito posível, nunca falhar, nunca deixar levar pela insegurança...<br />Aquela sensação de que tudo poderia ter sido ainda melhor, ou será que eu magoei sem<br />querer !!?? Ou será que o que eu faço não é suficiente.... ou bom realmente....<br />Bobeira a parte, é toda essa natureza humanística em que nos encontramos em determidados períodos, onde esperar, aguardar, é quase que uma tortura.... tempos em conta-gotas e horas a fio ....<br />Livrar o peito e respirar sensivelmente tranquila e mais feliz .....<br /><br /><br />Técnica:<br />lápís 4B, nanquim e cansonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-37643525980042496552011-02-01T09:05:00.000-08:002011-02-01T09:16:40.237-08:00Si hay Flores, hay cantos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE06cc81e4TXU0MLJ6PiyIFJqC-l266D4RDWz0UpjJu8BiucKV3Kyjjo_9z5C4l6KMbL5EZ-jbuob8Mgqy7MbJdO5xWxG03qHhIiIUPxUvYP0oElWTqcUb1Zc9gXAzKePs2Y7ph0zK4cY/s1600/kjkk+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568768718498396786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE06cc81e4TXU0MLJ6PiyIFJqC-l266D4RDWz0UpjJu8BiucKV3Kyjjo_9z5C4l6KMbL5EZ-jbuob8Mgqy7MbJdO5xWxG03qHhIiIUPxUvYP0oElWTqcUb1Zc9gXAzKePs2Y7ph0zK4cY/s400/kjkk+001.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Si hay flores...<br />há luz, há emoção, há olhos focalizados, sutilezas, do sentido.<br />Si hay flores...<br />há risos, há harmonia, a natureza desnuda, há sensação.<br />Si hay cantos, si hay vida, hay flores....<br />Aquela imensa vontade de brincar com suas saias pétalas e girar até dissolver toda emoção dos momentos....<br /><br /><br />técnica: pensamentos, giz pastel, caneta nanquim e canson brancoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-56861241880109042292011-01-27T11:20:00.000-08:002011-01-27T11:28:30.050-08:00UhUHUU 2011 COMEÇOU !!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvK9YYF6UR4Dj7q_YpHyFKdnh-tRJeyPJ5_OIraIHNMkXKNjJNe9hXDtwc5Wc8XXIwTGBzvs3OQJNu4QIsDhubJVw1-FlidJ7asO5QvOeToTeyFNOOFZP85UDi8fviV-JrOndgPN3iQa8/s1600/jkj+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566949194784377122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvK9YYF6UR4Dj7q_YpHyFKdnh-tRJeyPJ5_OIraIHNMkXKNjJNe9hXDtwc5Wc8XXIwTGBzvs3OQJNu4QIsDhubJVw1-FlidJ7asO5QvOeToTeyFNOOFZP85UDi8fviV-JrOndgPN3iQa8/s400/jkj+001.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Recortes.....<br /><br />Paisagem ensolarada... by Nate<br /><br />Nem sempre se retoma a vida no dia primeiro, ou nas segunda feiras....<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiea7xNGURkQBmyzDaKg7MWCfKwwp_rxgGJqWRdjj56ZI9jGB7ogK0O12F2GIMWPRN9k5fJTqwrXFUNCV6o-L1AxNCp8zXNaL1vwNzdyS0mlMIFq-3Mdez4AZrfzUbd6Ur4pzawfICfjVk/s1600/dicas+de+moda+rede+tv+mais+mailling+liquida%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-8055116582435819072011-01-14T11:08:00.000-08:002011-01-14T11:26:00.482-08:002011<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2yQLmQH1NS_bW4Qj9DWDZWlqnBTue70Q54OoLa5EOiJyKkH_E924jNZhnGMZNj046IwmxBXItlJDUF_BNE0AhvhyB4zytm5QMkfeJynEJtquOo2KXbL876Kj77UG15iXmicvPBdptbIA/s1600/kilkl+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562121038859352226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2yQLmQH1NS_bW4Qj9DWDZWlqnBTue70Q54OoLa5EOiJyKkH_E924jNZhnGMZNj046IwmxBXItlJDUF_BNE0AhvhyB4zytm5QMkfeJynEJtquOo2KXbL876Kj77UG15iXmicvPBdptbIA/s400/kilkl+001.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Pelo meio...<br /><br />as coisas continuam ao meio...<br />indecisa,<br />performática,<br />ao sabor do vento,<br />descontrolada,<br />endoidecidas...<br />melhor caminho pode ser o que escolhemos se seguirmos em frente acreditando, com fibra, com ânimo.. o papel combina com palavras as palavras só tem poder quando acompanham as ações...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-43691143766889077722010-11-22T10:40:00.000-08:002010-11-22T10:52:11.097-08:00Inspiração Violácea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1xYpmGwZF_V3zH9q4SAnqD-QrLQSs2D0vzok9p1i6iUl5b3-FjEzWxvYPBesIAZZ2vtZsYC39WywoBRs2GLHJ5xN5jPEBgu3dV7k8TBbKtb4I1sFo3FUxTpRtVaXRLZsf7-kG2RqaFU/s1600/model.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542447464561706818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1xYpmGwZF_V3zH9q4SAnqD-QrLQSs2D0vzok9p1i6iUl5b3-FjEzWxvYPBesIAZZ2vtZsYC39WywoBRs2GLHJ5xN5jPEBgu3dV7k8TBbKtb4I1sFo3FUxTpRtVaXRLZsf7-kG2RqaFU/s400/model.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Enfim resolvi postar meus desenhos de moda....<br />gosto de cores e tons violetas....e verdes... tal.... harmonizam meus pensamentos, sincronizam minha vida !!!<br /><br />técnica: aquarela e nanquim sobre cansonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-91548651114469681792010-11-10T11:07:00.000-08:002010-11-10T11:19:23.643-08:00arvore<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOGpUmJoRbJNbhEfZX5VDL8TnWC0yEAnP3mMXZ8xlPCa074FTNfs_XLHMdafWjjmc_qnJ5d3cEP9stA299ozWB2JlvAt_x0DNMzZAdL_1kgwKDEjUIlJq_EaN2_7epBVa4ihiyIHK22x4/s1600/hjhj+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538000662875956466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOGpUmJoRbJNbhEfZX5VDL8TnWC0yEAnP3mMXZ8xlPCa074FTNfs_XLHMdafWjjmc_qnJ5d3cEP9stA299ozWB2JlvAt_x0DNMzZAdL_1kgwKDEjUIlJq_EaN2_7epBVa4ihiyIHK22x4/s400/hjhj+001.jpg" /></a><br /><div>que arvore é você ??</div><br /><div>qual sua dinâmica ?</div><br /><div>uma arvore unica ? uma arvore em bando... ?</div><br /><div>murcha, pequena... grande e vistosa ?</div><div></div><div>exótica, ou apenas mais uma.... ?</div><div></div><div>com frutos, ou somente folhagens ou até mesmo de repente seca... ??</div><div></div><div>enrraizando, cheia de raiz, ou pronta pra qualquer desafio, para um rumo diferente para respirar novos ares ??</div><div></div><div>que arvore você quer ser hoje ?</div><div>faça seu próprio teste psicotécnico e tente reencontrar sua real forma ... sua verdadeira essência árvore de ser...</div><div></div><div>técnica: aquarela e nanquim sobre canson </div><div></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-362045786313517982010-11-06T21:17:00.000-07:002010-11-06T22:34:17.944-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYyba1H-nTTs3P-TU09oI3cvATO911uvC2MqNFRYsua2IJlqyasJoY0FvPFGHKnZZVRXLUHImEYyKyqG9NjAu2wGDA7rEE902Nhn_pkoWggAK6iZZgsFRJLkWwj8JcyLSppx22QM-MmA/s1600/kkj.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536657585803523922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYyba1H-nTTs3P-TU09oI3cvATO911uvC2MqNFRYsua2IJlqyasJoY0FvPFGHKnZZVRXLUHImEYyKyqG9NjAu2wGDA7rEE902Nhn_pkoWggAK6iZZgsFRJLkWwj8JcyLSppx22QM-MmA/s400/kkj.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Rabisquetes ...<br /><br />quanto tempo que eu não passava por aqui..<br />retomar os blogs.. retomar o êxito... uhuuuuuuuUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-32884651644940174392010-10-07T16:46:00.000-07:002010-10-07T18:30:57.411-07:00The Drama Queen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLKphcv4OGqGCn8KeLVO9YpztZd0QogzlTwz_K4q6ZKHzi-uVxHrRHNOgxQjzcTf1UzC77WA6RYqvD7H_EHM_zdC1Hb8APIBsFaQA9ymQM3Yn3QdcR-BYf9mbhk0WefN_I0ITch35aAs/s1600/princess+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525478760200361538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLKphcv4OGqGCn8KeLVO9YpztZd0QogzlTwz_K4q6ZKHzi-uVxHrRHNOgxQjzcTf1UzC77WA6RYqvD7H_EHM_zdC1Hb8APIBsFaQA9ymQM3Yn3QdcR-BYf9mbhk0WefN_I0ITch35aAs/s400/princess+001.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Cada fração de segundo é relevante,<br />cada situação, uma mudança,<br />um humor, uma sugestão de movimento<br />vaga o pensamento, vaga a assimilação do contexto<br />do bom para o incerto, do incerto talvez para o irreal ou surreal<br />a chave, o selo, a senha do seu dia , é apenas a sua concepção de vida de alegria de harmonia para cada instante........<br />viva melhor viva leve como o vento e de preferência sinta-se rainha, princesa de suas próprias escolhas !<br /><br />Drama Queen veste: lápis 2b, nanquim preto, aquarela sobre canson cremeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-82980135215667283632010-09-27T17:09:00.000-07:002010-09-27T17:25:42.481-07:00Gothic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftIjnz1-Wd0NXqAXsc_tGpOaExpT7v6gkx_qQbcsdYYP7W6YOpiXnKpQX91aXtF6WyVo61vF7F4zmWiPz_whefiUz00TxpGqdnJwXlX-b11F6Yj1RUUUhWQOJAYcw7As7LSxW2sCIO-A/s1600/100_0910.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521753546372551138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftIjnz1-Wd0NXqAXsc_tGpOaExpT7v6gkx_qQbcsdYYP7W6YOpiXnKpQX91aXtF6WyVo61vF7F4zmWiPz_whefiUz00TxpGqdnJwXlX-b11F6Yj1RUUUhWQOJAYcw7As7LSxW2sCIO-A/s400/100_0910.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Gothic Girl ...<br /><br /><br />Técnica : Lápis de cor sobre cansonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-50582869794144175162010-09-24T10:16:00.000-07:002010-09-24T10:27:08.714-07:00Vida espiralada<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTvAP-lyGxt_gWXQ9Z9vZFpHw6bhHneqe0J4tgpccXNRXE_y5QdlJ26di4nsGyTYpUpL0TllwitzlutezsNaJv9IkMh30UN5mAdx_fuUFejTG5hJULi4sudYzByoSgsiq1-50t3-TTg/s1600/kjhjkj.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520530895528262418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTvAP-lyGxt_gWXQ9Z9vZFpHw6bhHneqe0J4tgpccXNRXE_y5QdlJ26di4nsGyTYpUpL0TllwitzlutezsNaJv9IkMh30UN5mAdx_fuUFejTG5hJULi4sudYzByoSgsiq1-50t3-TTg/s400/kjhjkj.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Espirais, de um momento, a casca da laranja, a impressão humana do polegar.<br />Ciclo de um tempo, de uma vida, o hoje que não é mais amanhã, o conceito bem marcado que o tempo dilui.<br />Espiralando o sentimento, dividindo uma rotina.<br /><br />técnica:<br /> Nanquim sobre cansonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-7701675520777178382010-09-20T12:29:00.000-07:002010-09-20T13:25:11.340-07:00Baila bailarina<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSy5ww9fqiRJwV8WNUtzk1sxEzaszjD2KkkQLGaBJ0jVsYH6YiZTgpU2MKVF39ggGSQVtDuFWsVSKPIDFPDe3DAWgdlNJWiO2MyiUD0t-kyBg0xkFXfjvVqv8WGQnopkOIMWeZ6IeW0dc/s1600/bailarina+001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519085333631166130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSy5ww9fqiRJwV8WNUtzk1sxEzaszjD2KkkQLGaBJ0jVsYH6YiZTgpU2MKVF39ggGSQVtDuFWsVSKPIDFPDe3DAWgdlNJWiO2MyiUD0t-kyBg0xkFXfjvVqv8WGQnopkOIMWeZ6IeW0dc/s400/bailarina+001.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Baila bailarina, assim como baila as flores por onde passo, por onde vejo,<br />aqui, no meu mundo, tem cor, tem aroma, tem vida...<br />Baila bailarina, e encanta com teus movimentos, teus desejos de um dia possuir asas maiores do que teu próprio corpo, mas exatamento do tamanho da tua essência, essência da liberdade, da juventude de ser bailarina do vento, do tempo, do amor.... encanta com teus delírios repentinos, surtos de alegria, surtos de vida !Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-84236913190100455512010-09-01T15:49:00.000-07:002010-09-01T15:57:46.393-07:00sweet demure...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYTsds8M8HWh-hjDRgLyvit_fRDApoPqnA6rh5YzZfrrQazmhN_kXVjDddV3rEwveavVAVPRsLPNI71GJ7CgMDOg5QuN9KjyScDcfabo_1jVfsNLNSmLFQYoJreZZoPhs6umFylTKLrQ/s1600/1m.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512082027060804786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYTsds8M8HWh-hjDRgLyvit_fRDApoPqnA6rh5YzZfrrQazmhN_kXVjDddV3rEwveavVAVPRsLPNI71GJ7CgMDOg5QuN9KjyScDcfabo_1jVfsNLNSmLFQYoJreZZoPhs6umFylTKLrQ/s400/1m.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />esse é o nome...<br />sweet demure...<br />será a gnt escolhe uma música ou a música que escolhe a gnt ??<br /><br />técnica:<br /> lápis 6B sobre canson cremeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6324828487318881453.post-47841340282260934272010-08-26T19:46:00.001-07:002010-08-26T20:37:42.683-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVxWqcBbv91cWInJU1wzMqTuTfZQIeiBwMtirgK3m0JhqnbgZ5xtUpazrOnDKZthYxznQSIA0cz_VBmnLreq8xMr-1GZ8xARRmfnlJlziCa0x3YedQwCw-ZNEuTF_0RJfi2jYjum2d6s/s1600/nj.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509916399795671586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVxWqcBbv91cWInJU1wzMqTuTfZQIeiBwMtirgK3m0JhqnbgZ5xtUpazrOnDKZthYxznQSIA0cz_VBmnLreq8xMr-1GZ8xARRmfnlJlziCa0x3YedQwCw-ZNEuTF_0RJfi2jYjum2d6s/s400/nj.jpg" /></a><br /><br /> rabisquetes 2Unknownnoreply@blogger.com