tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40768580511943594122012-02-16T06:13:31.981-08:00Blog de Greg mi correo greg.arte@hotmail.comGregnoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-83939618375128447472009-05-10T13:05:00.001-07:002009-05-10T13:09:50.727-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/Sgc0UZf_iNI/AAAAAAAAARg/bZCxGwtkVVQ/s1600-h/PAX.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/Sgc0UZf_iNI/AAAAAAAAARg/bZCxGwtkVVQ/s400/PAX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334289808690743506" /></a><br />Técnica: Acrílico sobre PVC pronto para ser montado en Backlight<br />Tema: Expresionismo Abstracto<br />Dimensiones: 1x0,60 mts<br /><br />Algunas veces nos sentimos en un estado relajado y entramos en una dimensión de bienestar, meditamos, tomamos pausa, y comienza salir el color, la curva, la suavidad, y el amor que nos pruduce esa paz por unos pequeños instantes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-8393961837512844747?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-57969840539457295402009-05-09T09:19:00.000-07:002009-05-09T09:22:13.380-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SgWtmIXrTQI/AAAAAAAAARY/9PoVSl2thuU/s1600-h/LUX.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SgWtmIXrTQI/AAAAAAAAARY/9PoVSl2thuU/s400/LUX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333860204283645186" /></a><br /><br />Técnica: Acrílico sobre madera MDF de 3 mm<br />Tema: Expresionismo Abstracto Drip.<br />Dimensiones: 40x80 Cmts.<br />Descripción: Aunque un día se plantee lluvioso no hay motivo para estar triste nos llenamos de parna cuando ella termina y nuestros sentidos y energías revolucionan.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-5796984053945729540?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-45416508040643792502009-05-09T09:15:00.000-07:002009-06-27T22:19:37.632-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SgWs5zld8pI/AAAAAAAAARQ/R6i3eqDiiN8/s1600-h/DESEOS.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SgWs5zld8pI/AAAAAAAAARQ/R6i3eqDiiN8/s400/DESEOS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333859442790101650" /></a><br /><br />Técnica: Acrílico sobre PVC pronto para ser montado en Backlight<br />Tema: Expresionismo Abstracto Drip.<br />Dimensiones: 1x0,60 mts<br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-4541650804064379250?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-79597076853333741822009-04-25T22:46:00.000-07:002009-04-25T22:53:20.401-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SfP2kii7JAI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vASUtZx6rzA/s1600-h/Danza_crom%C3%A1tica.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SfP2kii7JAI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vASUtZx6rzA/s400/Danza_crom%C3%A1tica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328873891718439938" /></a><br /><br />Técnica: Acrílico sobre PVC pronto para ser montado en Backlight<br />Tema: Expresionismo Abstracto Drip.<br />Dimensiones: 1x0,60 mts<br /><br />Jugaba con mi sobrina amada, mi pequeña Verónica y por un momento comencé a oir sus consejos cromáticos, me dejé llevar por su inocencia, sus ojos eran mi manos qué me guiaban era una verdadera danza de colores como un Dúo creativo.<br /><br />Le dedico esta creación a mi amada sobrina qué con su inocencia me enseña qué las cosas simple de la vida están ahi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-7959707685333374182?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-36265900107277771002009-04-11T22:02:00.000-07:002009-04-11T22:07:28.625-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SeF3AqEdiMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vQu2kNtIP6g/s1600-h/la.vecindad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SeF3AqEdiMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vQu2kNtIP6g/s400/la.vecindad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323667087705344194" /></a><br />Técnica: Acrílico sobre madera<br />Tema: Expresionismo Abstracto Drip.<br />Dimensiones: 40x60 Cmts.<br />Descripción: Vivo en una zona donde hay árboles y eso me hace pensar qué vivo en una jungla pues mi localidad tiene caracteres de distinta índole, tal vez captar en minutos y pintar en horas una verdadera fauna variopinta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-3626590010727777100?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-40269208981382964442009-04-10T17:40:00.000-07:002009-04-10T17:40:28.135-07:00<a href="http://entornopoetico.blogspot.com/2009/04/entorno-potico-entorno-potico-la.html#links">Entorno Po�tico: �Debe el autor diluir su voz al crear un poema?</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-4026920898138296444?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-41463284693842111242009-04-07T17:06:00.000-07:002009-04-07T17:09:38.617-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SdvrMgOmEPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rxL5VQKNuDQ/s1600-h/Alpha.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SdvrMgOmEPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rxL5VQKNuDQ/s400/Alpha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322105984710480114" /></a><br /><br />Técnica: Acrílico sobre madera<br />Tema: Expresionismo Abstracto Drip.<br />Dimensiones: 40x60 Cmts.<br />Descripción: Cuando cerramos lo ojos pensamientos van y vienen, es difícli de controlar las imágenes qué pasan a gran velocidad mi pintura refleja el estado Alfa de la mente de lo qué se piensa a gran velocidad captar el color del aura cuando salimos de ese estado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-4146328469384211124?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-39318658621061478882009-04-05T20:50:00.000-07:002009-04-05T20:56:15.700-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/Sdl9Q78feyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7mZwD0tn3Z0/s1600-h/Memorias+de+un+Olvido.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/Sdl9Q78feyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7mZwD0tn3Z0/s320/Memorias+de+un+Olvido.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321422164637743906" /></a><br />A veces recordamos personas, objetos, situaciones, amores, pero nuestra memoria siempre trata de olvidar y se nos vuelve confuso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-3931865862106147888?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-35765528647135826562009-02-07T16:01:00.000-08:002009-06-27T21:47:32.655-07:00<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SY4iaMGaLpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WaiYkayt-wI/s1600-h/ELCOMIENZO5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SY4iaMGaLpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WaiYkayt-wI/s320/ELCOMIENZO5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SY4iN0bAcJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/q7Eh_Anhrhw/s1600-h/ELCOMIENZO2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SY4iN0bAcJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/q7Eh_Anhrhw/s320/ELCOMIENZO2.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SY4h_rQMykI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oSpegYXkMfE/s1600-h/ELCOMIENZO2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SY4h_rQMykI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oSpegYXkMfE/s320/ELCOMIENZO2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SY4hF9HBiZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aY0GH09ckIU/s1600-h/ELCOMIENZO1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SY4hF9HBiZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aY0GH09ckIU/s320/ELCOMIENZO1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-3576552864713582656?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-32889201582737202002009-01-06T20:40:00.000-08:002009-01-06T20:51:48.047-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWQ02580oMI/AAAAAAAAANU/CFht8Aa0TQA/s1600-h/NIYA.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWQ02580oMI/AAAAAAAAANU/CFht8Aa0TQA/s320/NIYA.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288409980313313474" border="0" /></a><br />Este trabajo fue isnpirado en un día de esos que pasaron por mi vida.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-3288920158273720200?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-84241875317928476912009-01-04T21:01:00.000-08:002009-01-05T07:24:02.355-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWImBF1LbfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/so2Hav8ilXk/s1600-h/verde.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWImBF1LbfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/so2Hav8ilXk/s320/verde.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287830712673332722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Basado en un poema de Federico García Lorca. pensé en la tierra por un momento, la vegtación se acaba, cada vez el acero nos invade y el magnetismo de la tierra se desvanece.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-8424187531792847691?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-90918122004176656622009-01-04T20:35:00.000-08:002009-01-05T07:27:53.932-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWIm7O0x5-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/4dKcZZDkuDg/s1600-h/naranja_glassgow.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWIm7O0x5-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/4dKcZZDkuDg/s320/naranja_glassgow.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287831711519991778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Aquí soy más agresivo inspirado en la película "La Naranja Mecánica" A Clockwork Orange del Cinesta Norteamericano Stanley Kubrick, Es la vivida imágen de Alex tomando un falo gigante esculpido para el film de Kubrick<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-9091812200417665662?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-26656408555801466522009-01-04T20:16:00.000-08:002009-01-05T07:36:59.843-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWIpEx6A2lI/AAAAAAAAANE/N5eG0j2Tknc/s1600-h/ref3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWIpEx6A2lI/AAAAAAAAANE/N5eG0j2Tknc/s320/ref3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287834074579262034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWIo8CACH_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/GrCISKEG2tU/s1600-h/ref2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWIo8CACH_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/GrCISKEG2tU/s320/ref2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287833924280655858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWInK7Xs4SI/AAAAAAAAAM0/e232M8dz0HU/s1600-h/ref1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWInK7Xs4SI/AAAAAAAAAM0/e232M8dz0HU/s320/ref1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287831981175660834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Aquí tengo otra pieza hecha en barro cocinado.<br />Doy fé de mis pensamientos que van y vienen una y otra vez, me gusta sy¡u brillo, su presencia como si fuera un adulterio. Sólo es una reflexión.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-2665640855580146652?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076858051194359412.post-2887489249620898432009-01-04T19:45:00.000-08:002009-01-05T07:40:40.926-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWIp6_Cy2xI/AAAAAAAAANM/ogAGIYblFdw/s1600-h/EL_SUE%C3%91O_DE_BUBA.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HVDEor6XusU/SWIp6_Cy2xI/AAAAAAAAANM/ogAGIYblFdw/s320/EL_SUE%C3%91O_DE_BUBA.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287835005818690322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />En esta pieza se la dedico a un relato fantástico que escrbi hace años.<br /><br />La pieza está hecha de gres cocinado, La hice en la academia.<br /><br />Representa para mi mis vivencias.<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ae9f6316ce99a55" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ae9f6316ce99a55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331862242%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E9E9DB8D55996016E7EC9BE1989AD0FFB6FC3A0.33353F9ABEDE5DBFCC98E9C72E934F9AA12EB226%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ae9f6316ce99a55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4j3Oh14pJPsiice8xS_1qpephLA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ae9f6316ce99a55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331862242%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E9E9DB8D55996016E7EC9BE1989AD0FFB6FC3A0.33353F9ABEDE5DBFCC98E9C72E934F9AA12EB226%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ae9f6316ce99a55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4j3Oh14pJPsiice8xS_1qpephLA&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4076858051194359412-288748924962089843?l=gregrosales.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gregnoreply@blogger.com1