tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6483958762417453882011-08-22T10:21:32.373-07:00Absurdo y palpableSik0http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963235533628722853noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648395876241745388.post-48630007579623906192010-11-15T05:51:00.000-08:002010-11-15T05:51:18.527-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOE6LSMV21I/AAAAAAAAAF4/4d0_aKYJIUk/s1600/vieha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOE6LSMV21I/AAAAAAAAAF4/4d0_aKYJIUk/s320/vieha.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOE6TOP2m4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Oo-6np8dZtM/s1600/rude.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOE6TOP2m4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Oo-6np8dZtM/s320/rude.JPG" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOEz_Qwh2NI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vLOshLhW55M/s1600/tren.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOEz_Qwh2NI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vLOshLhW55M/s320/tren.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOE0Fjnsp_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/u5olbsyiMBg/s1600/casa+gat1o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOE0Fjnsp_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/u5olbsyiMBg/s320/casa+gat1o.JPG" width="223" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648395876241745388-5522276572655558984?l=recuervos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sik0http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963235533628722853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648395876241745388.post-21045240700454217692010-11-14T14:04:00.000-08:002010-11-15T05:17:56.804-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOEyzhGlSCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/709WazfZsM8/s1600/0casita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOEyzhGlSCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/709WazfZsM8/s320/0casita.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOEy5k-wkZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6iPvGKO-k0M/s1600/gallina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOEy5k-wkZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6iPvGKO-k0M/s320/gallina.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mis primeras acuarelas....la kasita no es mas que una prueba de tematica y color; la gallina es otra historia, fue para un concurso de poesia ilustrada, (me engatusaron y lo hice, yo no estaba muy por la labor de acuarelar) y ahi empieza mi aventura de acuarelas, dando forma a mis neuras mentales dibujisticas, al ver el resultado que me ofrecia la tecnica, ademas ser bastante divertida.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Por cierto el concurso lo ganamos, eso y la engatusadora, hizo ke me olvidara de realizar excentrididades en oleo y me centrara en mi ser infantil, con una mente bastante.....cuiosa.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648395876241745388-2104524070045421769?l=recuervos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sik0http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963235533628722853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-648395876241745388.post-72104117268707121422010-11-13T09:21:00.000-08:002010-11-16T03:22:22.393-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOJpSx9_2XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NRfAJkgMh_o/s1600/mano2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Zq1DxrpoEk/TOJpSx9_2XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NRfAJkgMh_o/s320/mano2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Aun recuervo el dia que realice esta acuarela....y el previo, el previo lleno de humos risas y buena compañia creativa. Me quedo sin lugar a dudas con el previo, la realizacion fue mas bien sombria y encerrado en uno mismo, de ahi que aflorasen esos pseudoarboleshombresflexos, el tunel brazo y demas aberraciones un tanto siniestras-infantiles, mas que nada por el tono dulce que les doy a las acuarelas...ya saldran cosas mas bizarras. Bonito en un principio, no?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/648395876241745388-7210411726870712142?l=recuervos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sik0http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963235533628722853noreply@blogger.com1