Reverie II Carlo Binotti
It was autumn and, as we always did when we were in Linhares, we would walk to Germil where we had a small house in ruins, a small backyard where the caretaker planted vegetables, a small orchard and a few vines. António, the caretaker, had his own cows, two, and the smell of manure was intense. Just next to the small house we think to rebuild soon, there was an old handmade wicker granary. When it was full of corncobs and it was sunny, the lid would be a bit open and it seemed to smile. We were walking hand in hand, and apparently aimlessly. Apparently… At the back, almost at the brook, there was a small barn, the shed of the agricultural tools, some old furniture that we brought from the city, two ruined bikes from the kids, a few empty cans and little else. At the back, there was a kind of counter that we accessed with a moving stairway, unstable, a little rotten by the inexorability of time. That afternoon, as always, we carefully climbed the ladder and, upstairs, on the straw that carpeted the counter, we laid down next to each other in silence. Through the cracks ran an aggressive but good wind.	I remember your long print skirt, very large and the absolute nakedness it hid. We committed ourselves to each other in lust and the sweet silence was only broken by the groans we could not restrain. Much later, we fell asleep embraced, exhausted but at peace. I recall your smile and that twinkle in your eyes - it fascinated me so much - you always have before you surrender to fatigue. Doooooctor, dooooooctor… We woke up breathless and dressed quickly. It was the caretaker. I remember glancing at you and look at your naked and beautiful body, marked by the aggressive straw. I also remember your rosy cheeks. We greeted António, spoke of the weather and crops, of his wife the good Rose, their children and little else. When we left hand in hand, your print skirt was fluttering in the wind ... I didn’t look back, but I knew that António was smiling!
Devaneio II Carlo Binotti
Era Outono e, como sempre fazíamos quando estávamos em Linhares, íamos a pé até Germil onde possuíamos uma pequena casa em ruínas, umas quantas leiras onde o caseiro plantava hortaliças, um pequeno pomar e alguma vinha. O Sr. António, o caseiro, lá tinha a as suas vacas, duas, e o cheiro a estrume era intenso. Mesmo junto à pequena casa que pensamos recontruir em breve, um antigo espigueiro artesanal, em vime. Quando estava cheio de espigas e havia sol, o tampo estava levantado e parecia que sorría. Passeávamos de mãos dadas e aparentemente sem rumo certo. Aparentemente... Ao fundo, quase a chegar ao ribeiro, havia um pequeno celeiro, a arrecadação das alfaias agrícolas, de alguns móveis antigos que trouxemos da cidade, duas bicicletas arruinadas dos miudos, algumas latas vazias e pouco mais. Ao fundo, uma espécie de balcão a que se acedia por uma escada móvel, instável, um pouco carcomida pelo inexorável do tempo. Naquela tarde, como sempre, subimos a escada com cuidado e, lá em cima, na palha que atapetava o balcão, deitamo-nos ao lado um do outro, em silêncio. Pelas frestas, corria uma vento agressivo, mas bom.	Recordo a tua saia comprida, largona e estampada e a absoluta nudez que ela escondia. Entregámo-nos um ao outro, em doce luxúria e o silêncio era apenas quebrado pelos gemidos que não podíamos calar. Muito tempo depois, adormecemos abraçados, exaustos, mas em paz. Lembro bem o teu sorriso e a tua piscadela de olhos que tanto me fascinavam, antes de te renderes ao cansaço. Sô Doutorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Ó Sô Doutorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Acordámos esbaforidos e vestimo-nos à pressa, era o caseiro. Lembro-me de te olhar de relance e olhar o teu corpo nu e belo, marcado pela palha agressiva. Lembro como estavas coradinha, também. Cumprimentámos o Sr. António, falámos do tempo e das colheitas, da patroa, a boa Rosa, dos seus filhos e pouco mais. Quando partimos de mãos dadas, a tua saia florida esvoaçava ao vento... Não olhei para trás, mas sabia que o Sr. António sorria!

Elliott Patrick

It's here, eternity in every direction From galaxy’s to atoms at this intersection Looking for substance with limited perspective Like the opposing poles of a magnet that are interconnected. Each week I stop and mindfully think, Of the kind people who come here to speak’ and say what going on inside their minds. To help each of us with the truth that they find. So Thanks to all who help us on our way, And the rest of the kind people that came here today. om mani padme hung MASTERS When I was young and looked at the painting of Rembrandt’s the Sea of Galilee it almost brought me to tears. To stand in the same space he did when he painted seemed to break through and touch the spirit of the man’s sight and mind. Whenever I’m at a museum, a few steps from a master’s work, Gauguin, Dali or Ruben it inspires me to stand there for hours and look. To be part of the art, so many find the beauty in. The work masters show us is a moment in time, we can stop and visit, this to me brings the trueness of art to be complete. 03/07/11 Some. Someone will die today. Someone will give everything away. Someone will break someone’s heart. Something terrible will tear a family apart. Someone will come to resolve. Someone will have the greatest problem they ever faced solved. Someone will let anger fade and realize there’s a better way. Somewhere there will be a wild thunder storm and some place a perfect child will be born. 05/17/11 Change the world. A pen stroke that could change the world, a group of words when read rip the skin from our bones, leaving a bare spirit, naked yet connected to the womb, where the seed of life was sown. FORGET Turn and forget everything you know. The real and the wise, the truth and the lies. What Mom and Dad said, was a life that was compromised. And drugs and alcohol helped them utilized. Don’t take it personal it’s a story from my own side. For each of us has their own hill to climb and mind to unwind.

The light we were before this, the spark of lust or the passion of a lover’s kiss. A trillion complications that came together to create this, gifted with a mind that could change the world of suffering to bliss. 06/06/11 LOVE. My love doesn’t need to be a star, a ten or send me to the moon or shoot me to mars. My love doesn’t need to understand hidden secrets, prove myself or be a spiritual witness. My love doesn’t need, and is delightfully unencumbered and free. Arrows The suffering makes us tough, leather covered we can take so much. Ridiculed since we were young, is what hardened us and creates what we become. This turns to learn to use a jujutsu move. The arrows of persecution turn into gratitude as the aggression fade others try to force on you. As the arrows fall to your feet with a kind mindful move.

Nico Buisman Life is moving in circles Tekst en muziek Nico Buisman

Your bed in the centre of the living room Waiting for what’s coming up soon Life changes into death Beautiful how you did it like that Last hours of a lifetime Last hours of a lifetime When everything is said In a pure moment of life and death When everything is said In a pure moment of Love and Death Life is moving in circles Each day new miracles Life is moving in circles Each day new miracles The sun that goes down is also the rising sun The sun that goes down is also the rising sun Last hours of a lifetime First hours of a lifetime

The bed in the centre of our living room Excitement is thrilling, you’re coming soon You had to wait a little moment Your birth was a supreme event First hours of a lifetime First hours of a lifetime When I heard your first sigh The breath you take the cry you make In that moment of love and life It gave you the strength of your powerful life Life is moving in circles Each day new miracles Life is moving in circles Each day new miracles The sun that goes down is also the rising sun The sun that goes down is also the rising sun Last hours of a lifetime   First hours of a lifetime Last hours of a lifetime   First hours of a lifetime

Paul Vens
I’ll find you here An old religion told me to go To climb the highest hills So I left you all down below Looked out over rivers and woods You’re so restless all the way On this dark and misty winter day Thank God I feel this clear sky And ‘ll find you here too What did you say, I can’t remember It doesn’t matter anymore All things we have said and done We had to go through somehow You’re so restless all the way On this dark and misty winter day Thank God I feel the clear sky And ‘ll find you here too
De Boodschappers Over het natte, bruine landschap Door de bossen en grote steden Langs de grote stromen In de blauwe nachten Wandelt gestaag een optocht Oude lieden, erg oude lieden en de jeugd Verhalen van de boodschappers Over het sneeuwlandschap In het donker in het licht Bij de poorten van de stad Over de oudste bospaden Wandelt gestaag een optocht Oude lieden, erg oude lieden en de jeugd Verhalen van de boodschappers Wijsheid van toen en nog verder terug Over de tijd en de gouden balans Helder licht op ons geheugen, vergeten orde Verhalen in bijna onleesbaar schrift Wandelt gestaag een optocht Oude lieden, erg oude lieden en de jeugd Verhalen van de boodschappers	The Messengers Over the old Brown Hills In the Cities of the world Along the wild, wild rivers Stories of the messengers People walk around the earth Very old folks and the young Wise men with bright eyes Stories of the messengers The land is covered with snow In the holy woods of the world Trough the gates of all small-towns Stories of the messengers People walk around the earth Very old folks, and the young Wise men with bright eyes Stories of the messengers When we can see Find the golden balance Be open for lost memories Stories of the messengers People walk around the earth Very old folks, and the young Wise men with bright eyes Stories of the messengers In the silent blue night In the great cold desert Stories of the messengers Stories of the messengers

Nasceu: 5 de Fevereiro, 1949

Natural: Leça da Palmeira-Vive e trabalha: R. Afonso Cordeiro,344-4450-002 Matosinhos-Portugal

Cursos de Gravura e Tecnicas de Impressão e Litografia na Cooperativa ÁRVORE- Porto

Estágios de Formação com: -DAVID DE ALMEIDA -DACOS-HERMANN HEINTSCHEL-REGINA SILVEIRA.

Tem obras em coleções particulares em Portugal - Espanha - Reino Unido – Itália – Brasil - Uruguai

António Carlos Grave Couvinha
Évora 1951.

Quase sempre a figuração, raramente a abstracção. Primeiro privilegiando o desenho e depois ir colorindo até à pintura. Primeiras influências do onírico do Surrealismo nos anos 60 e 70 do século passado em Évora e depois na Holanda com um grupo de amigos com preocupações políticas, filosóficas e estéticas.

Após Abril de 1974 alguma influência do Neorealismo por razões óbvias. Novamente o trabalho em grupo. Alguns desenhos provocatórios em publicações de intervenção.
Início do gestual e da mancha. Exposições de grupo com interrogações sociais e estéticas.

Depois de uma estadia na Noruega, vem a influência de algum minimalismo. Um período de pintura serena e calma como uma paisagem das montanhas de neve e dos fjords ou como a música de Jan Garbarek.

Finalmente de novo a revolta. A condição humana, já notoriamente expressionista e existencialista.


ESTUDOS

1974 -     Admissão à Kunst Academie Van Utrecht - Holland.
1978/79 -     Estudos Árabes (Arte e Arqueologia Islâmica). Universidade de Évora
1979 -     Arte e Arqueologia Islamica - Pesquisa em Évora
            Trabalho orientado pelo director do Museu de Estudos Árabes de Madrid.
            - Universidade de Évora.
1981 -    “ Comunicação Audiovisual” - Oficina de Arquitectura CIFAG - Lisboa.
1983 -    “ Comunicação Visual, artes Gráficas e Estética de cartaz.”
            Estágio orientado pelo pintor Henrique Silva e pelo crítico Joaquim Matos Chaves - Cooperativa Árvore - Porto. 2007 –     “Arte e Poder” Curso de Verão do Instituto de História Contemporânea da Universidade Nova de Lisboa.
“ARTIST IN RESIDENCE”

2001 -     USF Kulturhuset - Bergen - Norway

EXPOSIÇÕES INDIVIDUAIS

1982 –     Desenho e Pintura – Museu de Évora.
            (com Fernando Cabeça e Fernando Ferreira)
1985 -     Palácio D. Manuel, “Sinais”, Évora.
1987 -     Caixa de Crédito Agrícola, “Ritmos”, Torres Novas.
1988 -     La Galerie, “Imago Mundi”, Lausanne - Switzerland.
1991 -     Posto de Turismo, “Pulsar”, Évora.
1995 -     “Évora e os Descobrimentos”,
            Originais das ilustrações para livro de Túlio Espanca.
            Instituto Português do Património Arquitectónico e Arqueológico, Èvora.
1995 -     Galeria Municipal de Arte, “Sentir”, Évora
1995 -     Tchova Xita Duma -”O Barracão”- Maputo - Mozambique
1999 -     À Margem do Canal - Palácio D. Manuel - Évora
1999 -     III Saló Internacional d’Artistes Contemporanis Independents Barcelona - Espanha.
            (com José M. Rodrigues e Fernando Cabeça)
2001 -     Galleri Fjøset - Åsnes Kunstforening - Norway
            (com Karin Køltzow)
2005 -     Paisagens - Alçude -Évora.
2005 -     Blomstene frå Nord - USF Kulturhuset - Bergen – Norway
2006 –     Flores do Norte – Igreja de S. Vicente – Évora
2006 –     Pinturas – Convento de Stº António – Portel
2006 –     Museu de S. Brás de Alportel
            (com Chris Alford, Robert Ford e Charlie Holt)
2011-     One world – three dimensions – Igreja de S. Vicente, Évora
            (com Chris Alford e Peter de Jong)

ARTE PÚBLICA

2001 –     Composição pictórica em mosaico             para o lago (fundo e paredes internas e externas)
            do projecto de requalificação urbana da Praça Joaquim António de Aguiar
            em Évora. Projecto do Arqtº Nuno Lopes.

EXPOSIÇÕES COLECTIVAS

Participação em cerca de 50 exposições em Portugal, Espanha, França, Itália, Alemanha, Holanda, Noruega e Rússia.


Bairro da Malagueira,
Rua Francisco Martins, 19
7000-706 Évora
Portugal
+351 966631022
Mail: acouvinha@yahoo.com
Site: http://www.antoniocouvinha.blogspot.com

vive na cidade do Porto, Professor, Licenciado em História pela Faculdade de Letras da Universidade do Porto, divorciado, cerca de dez irmãos, um sonhador...

lives in Porto, Professor, has the master in History from the Faculty of Letters, University of Porto, divorced, about ten brothers, a dreamer ...

ÉTUDES
1979 : Ecole Nationale Supérieure des Arts et Techniques du Théâtre.
1982 : BTS en Architecture et Décor.
En même temps : auditeur à l’Ecole du Louvre et à l’Ecole nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts de Paris.

TRAVAUX
1981 – 82 : Décors pour pièces de théâtre et courts-métrages.
1983 – 85 : Sculpteur-mouleur pour la Compagnie des Vents du Nord (mise au point de prototypes )
1986 :Décors pour l’exposition « Ryad d’hier et d’aujourd’hui » Paris – Grand Palais.
(minaret ,maisons traditionnelles , escaliers , et portes sculptées .)
1988 : Décorateur pour la fête du consortium IBM en Sardaigne pour la société 5/5.
1990 : Architecte – décorateur pour stand au Salon du Meuble . Création et aménagement d’un mur sculpté « la vague » pour L Allamargot (décorateur) .
1992 : Sculpteur – correcteur à la Fonderie Airain d’Or.
1993 : Sculpteur en décor – Opéra Bastille – (Carmen de Bizet ).

COMMANDES ET REALISATIONS
1988 : Sculpture carnavalesque de 3 mètres pour la ville de L’Ile Saint Denis.
1989 : Création d’une sculpture pyrotechnique avec création de costumes pour le bicentennaire de la Révolution Française pour la ville de L’Ile Saint Denis.
1994 : Petit monument sur le thème du portrait : 150 enfants participent à ce projet .
1998 – 2008 : Retour à un travail personnel.
2007 – 08 :Réalisation de deux trophées pour défendre la traduction dans l’édition.( Pays-Bas)

MONUMENTS
1995 – 98 :Conception et réalisation d’un monument pour la ville de L’Ile Saint Denis dans le cadre d’un projet socio-culturel .(stages de formation pour jeunes adultes et ouverture d’un atelier modelage pour les enfants. ( 250 enfants ont participé .)

SALONS
1986 – 91 : Figuration Critique – Paris – Grand Palais . (sculptures personnelles )

EXPOSITIONS
2007 – 08 :Ateliers « Portes ouvertes » - Parc du Morvan.
2004 – 08 : Roseraie de La Celle en Morvan .
2008-2011 :Galerie « A Chaque Passant Son Histoire » Autun

CREATION DE L'ATELIER-GALERIE « A CHAQUE PASSANT SON HISTOIRE » AUTUN
Passage Balthus Autun(71550) en 2008
Patrick CHETBOUN–sculpteur – né le 22/06/62 à Paris 10ème.
34 rue de l’Europe
71550 Cussy en Morvan
03 85 54 63 52
SIRET : 42800237200020

http://www.achaquepassantsonhistoire.blogspot.com
http://www.achaquepassantsonhistoire.sitew.com
http://www.vvl.nu/content/73/48/vertaalengel-en-duivel.html

Rosa Bela Cruz é natural de Ovar. Licenciada em Artes Plásticas pela Escola Superior de Belas Artes do Porto (ESBAP), é professora de Artes Visuais na Escola Secundária José Macedo Fragateiro em Ovar. Actualmente divide o seu tempo entre Ovar e o Porto, onde reside.
Representada em várias colecções particulares, tem um trabalho centrado, ao nível técnico, na experiência de vários materiais e técnicas mistas com destaque para as colagens. Do ponto de vista temático, tem explorado diferentes interpretações da figura humana em variantes de acentuação ou nivelamento dos corpos. Numa outra vertente dos seus trabalhos tem associado à dimensão pictórica uma escrita poética e por vezes interrogativa sobre questões sociais que a perturbam.
Desde os anos de 1980 tem participado com alguma regularidade em diferentes mostras individuais e colectivas.

Nothing is stable or fixed, unless stuck in cycles and lost. Reality is in permanent transformation. Thoughts, feelings, relations and concepts flow untamed … nothing can truly reflect the mind, not entirely ... but we'll keep trying, in our secret organic language, to make sense of the world.

Ricardo Pacheco, Painter/Illustrator, graduated in Painting by the Faculty of Fine Arts of Lisbon University, Portugal.

http://www.ricardopacheco.info/en.htm
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ricardo-Pacheco/133776303340847

foto: Paul van Riel

1928 Amersfoort sculptor

education
1948 - 1953 Koninklijke Akademie - (Royal Academy of Fine Arts - sculpture) The Hague NL
1953 - 1976 Rijksakademie van Beeldende Kunsten (State Academy of Fine Arts) - professor V.P.S. Esser

prizes
1953 Essoprize

memberships
1965> Dutch Sculptors' Association

commissions (selection)
1963     birth of Venus - stone - Reina Prinsen Geerlingsstraat in Amsterdam - commissioned by the municipality of Amsterdam
1970     sculpture consisting of ten elements - stainless steel - Koopvaardersplantsoen in Amsterdam-Noord - commissioned by the municipality of Amsterdam
1960>   various state and municipal purchases
1970>   mainly works on kinetic sculptures
1989     production video documentary of kinetic sculptures (1970>)
1992     kinetic sculpture, executed in aluminum) installed in the International Institute for Social History - Cruquiusweg in Amsterdam
            wind sculpture in Boxtel NL - private commission
1995     Purchase Wind Obect II via De Vreeze Gallery in Eck en Wiel NL and fa. MAD hulpveren TOELING bv. in Veenendaal NL

exhibitions
1995     Librije hedendaagse kunst - Zwolle
            De Beerenburght Gallery - Eck en Wiel
            AMC - Amsterdam
1996     Kunsthal 88 - Almelo
            Beerenburght Gallery and sculpture garden - Eck en Wiel
            Vromans Gallery - Amsterdam
            Stadtisches Museum - Gelsenkirchen D - Cultuur NL in NRW
            Dutch Sculptors' Association - Amsterdam
1997     Beelden aan de Linge - Geldermalsen - ABK/members' exhibition
            Kasteel-Museum Sypesteyn - Loosdrecht - ABK/members' exhibition
            KunstRAI - Amsterdam - stand ABK
            Sonsbeek Art & Design - Arnhem - ABK/members' exhibition
1998     SBK - Amsterdam
            Kunsthal 88 - Almelo
            KunstRAI - Amsterdam - stand ABK
            Sonsbeek Art & Design - Arnhem - ABK/members' exhibition
1999     De Beerenburght Gallery - Eck en Wiel 45 years of sculptures (an overview)
2000     Microcosmos - Amsterdam - ABK/members' exhibition
            Kunst als Vliegwerk - Bellingwolde - Belling Garde Sculpture Garden
            Beelden binnen - buiten SBK Amsterdam
            De Zonnehof - Amersfoort - AKG De Ploegh
2001     Conny van Kasteel Gallery - Egmond aan Zee
            De Amsteltuin - Amstelveen - one man show
            Kasteel-Museum Sypesteyn - Loosdrecht - ABK/members' exhibition
2002     Beeldenhof Sculpture - Asten
            Beerenburght Gallery and sculpture garden - Eck en Wiel
            Het Lichaam als Sokkel, L. Martin Gallery - Delft - Dutch Sculptors' Association
            Beerenburght Gallery - Eck en Wiel - duo exhibition
            Burgerweeshuis - Zierikzee
            Kasteel-Museum Sypesteyn - Loosdrecht - ABK/members' exhibition
            Conny van Kasteel Gallery - Egmond aan Zee
            DHV Office – Amersfoort
2009     Open ateliers Westelijke Eilanden
2011     Open ateliers Westelijke eilanden


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