tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363606642011-11-27T22:39:48.478-02:00É pelo olhar do público que a minha arte sobrevive... e eu respiro! A Arte transformou a minha existência em vida.MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-25360470395991311862009-09-19T03:02:00.020-03:002011-06-24T00:56:52.877-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuSv8Yvmj7I/AAAAAAAADTU/2ygYRa6RM7U/s1600-h/a_estranha_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuSv8Yvmj7I/AAAAAAAADTU/2ygYRa6RM7U/s400/a_estranha_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396631705465819058" /></a>A Estranha - grafite em pó e acrílica/madeira (120 x 90)<br /><br />No ano 2000 fiz a mais espetacular, desejada e feliz escolha da minha vida:<br />- a de nunca mais sair de dentro do mundo que criei para mim...<br />até que a morte me separe dos “Olhares da minha alma” e dos amores que aqui eu deixar.<br />Por livres e espontâneos desejos próprios, há onze (11) anos vivo sem sair à rua, salvo em ocasiões imperativas:<br /><br />- porque adormeço e desperto numa cama de frente para o mar... mar que pintei na parede do meu quarto;<br />- porque adormeço numa rede que baila a cada pôr do sol e nas madrugadas vadias desperto iluminada pelo luar;<br />- porque no mundo que criei para mim... nas minhas paredes... os dias são ensolarados e as noites enluaradas;<br />- porque não estou brincando de viver e me permito vivenciar intensamente as minhas escolhas;<br />- porque cada pessoa é única, tem direito ao seu silêncio e tem desejos próprios;<br />- porque quando a noite vem e o meu olhar se alonga para além das janelas escancaradas do meu mundo, sinto <br />intensa dor, muda, sem corpo, só comparada à que sinto ao ver a cidade linda, ricamente enfeitada para as festas <br />de fim de ano e meus olhos não me obedecem, teimam e, antes que o meu olhar alcance o brilho dos fogos de artifício no céu e o colorido no alto dos prédios, dão rasantes pelas sarjetas, pela miséria das calçadas...<br />- porque <br />Cansei de morrer, tantas vezes morri...<br />antes do abraço, a um passo do encontro marcado, morri.<br />atravessei luas, cruzei sóis sem chegar a lugar algum, cansei.<br />cansei... de morrer, cansei!<br />Reles destino, omisso, deitou-me em mar de areia.<br />Anunciada solidão... estrelas marinhas, no olhar, bordei<br />vestindo silêncios, revestida de sonhos, secreta, voei.<br />ninguém me ouviu cantar... na sombra de um verso amanhecido, resplandeci<br />à beira de um beijo morto, sonâmbula, amanheci poesia.<br />Um sorriso latente a madrugada incendeia...<br />Morremos nós, eternamente.<br />-porque sou a outra... a bendita gêmea, maldita.<br />-porque...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-2536047039599131186?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-74623794852756731522009-03-27T15:23:00.047-03:002010-02-26T03:41:54.943-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SmVHQ0CEm-I/AAAAAAAADJA/ysqb72RgxxU/s1600-h/sala_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SmVHQ0CEm-I/AAAAAAAADJA/ysqb72RgxxU/s400/sala_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360769285625256930" /></a>Meu mundo...minha arte... minha rede... e o meu silêncio<br /><br />Não te vás!<br /><br />Saia escarlate ao chão... jaz a luz à cabeceira<br />amantes vontades rasgando véus<br />silhuetas famintas, inflamadas carnes ao léu <br />mãos que não se calam... o vinho é servido.<br /><br />Pairam perfumes inundando o leito, gota a gota<br />regando feiticeiras bocas... rubra conspiração<br />desobrigadas taças... sorvido molho.<br /><br />Resgatada pele, rotas pernas abraçando a paixão<br />inútil fuga... empossados céus.<br />demasiado tarde... é morta, a solidão.<br /><br />Fica assim... no meu ultimo olhar, a miragem<br />diluindo silêncios, estremecendo a rede.<br /> <br />Assim ficas tu! esculpido em secreto poema<br />a dançar dentro de mim... Oh! túmido delírio<br />Não te vás! <br />MiriamLi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdbEAoqqqCI/AAAAAAAACfo/T4SkACfXefU/s1600-h/um_fiodeouro_outrocinza.jpj.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdbEAoqqqCI/AAAAAAAACfo/T4SkACfXefU/s320/um_fiodeouro_outrocinza.jpj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320655524980238370" /></a>Um fio de ouro... outro de cinza - afresco grafite em pó.<br />Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">Pictural - Poesia - Pictural</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-7462379485275673152?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-41078146261967007022009-02-18T07:37:00.040-03:002009-07-21T01:33:07.924-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 51%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SmVEatbDkrI/AAAAAAAADI4/zve0XNOJQPw/s1600-h/picturalpoesiapictural_REDUZIDA_BLOG.JPG"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 580px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SmVEatbDkrI/AAAAAAAADI4/zve0XNOJQPw/s400/picturalpoesiapictural_REDUZIDA_BLOG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360766157114806962" /></a>1998 - Afresco grafite em pó(140 x 90)</div><div style="float: right; width: 45%;">Ah! Como eu te amei...<br />Sonhados rios, lagos, oceanos, oásis cruzei<br />nos céus líquidos, dormentes desejos sangrei<br />versos calados para ti cantei... cantei... cantei...<br />soprei segredos, despertando pássaros, querubins<br /><br />Ah! Como eu te amei...<br /><br />Nua rua nua<br />passos incertos, noites sem lua<br />Prateada aliança<br />ao sabor dos desejos, no campasso dos ventos<br />no teu abraço dancei... dancei... dancei...<br /><br />Sobraram beijos<br />esparramadas pétalas na frágil calçada.<br /><br />Ah! Como eu te amei...<br /><br />A noite sempre se entrega ao astro rei<br />cai no dia, derretendo a magia.<br /><br />Silenciei<br /><br />Papoulas bailarinas ora desmaiadas<br />saudade sepultada viva na boêmia poesia.<br /><br />Eu te amei... amei... amei... (MiriamLi)</div><divstyle="clear: both"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-4107814626196700702?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-21428669696887750382009-02-18T07:29:00.018-03:002010-02-26T03:05:07.215-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdjalusFpyI/AAAAAAAACl4/iyTyWRAGYWw/s1600-h/cigano.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdjalusFpyI/AAAAAAAACl4/iyTyWRAGYWw/s320/cigano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321243301461206818" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SauIfqN1G6I/AAAAAAAACNI/nNkReq153_M/s1600-h/aMAR_mBRAGAm_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SauIfqN1G6I/AAAAAAAACNI/nNkReq153_M/s400/aMAR_mBRAGAm_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308486663275879330" /></a>aMAR - 1997 - afresco grafite em pó(95x27)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-2142866969688775038?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-37404292652899156442009-02-18T07:21:00.032-03:002010-02-26T03:39:37.229-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Rw-F4n8pXDI/AAAAAAAAAn4/svIRpfUEMWw/s1600-h/ATELIER.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120458509186063410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Rw-F4n8pXDI/AAAAAAAAAn4/svIRpfUEMWw/s400/ATELIER.jpg" border="0" /></a>Desenvolvi técnicas de desenho, pintura e afresco usando grafite-pó.<br /><br />Não tenho formação acadêmica ou cursos em artes, não conheço a história da<br />arte e nunca entrei numa galeria ou museu.<br /><br />A escola de arte me acrescentaria muito, mas não me capacitaria...<br /><br />A falta de conhecimento é justamente o que me torna absolutamente livre para<br />criar OS OLHARES DA MINHA ALMA.<br /><br />A minha arte.. é fruto do meu silêncio e da sabedoria primeira inerente ao ser<br />humano, é desobediente a regras, isenta de influências e dispensa modelos.<br /><br />É baseada, na elementar observação do efeito da luz e da sombra:<br />Fundamentada na análise detalhada das manchas nas paredes,produzidas pela<br />umidade e dos evidentes veios e nuances das pedras, madeiras, da lua e de todas<br />as superfícies (inclusive as líquidas):<br /><br />A minha arte é tirada de um todo que já existe..<br />enuncia a minha verdade, denunciando a mistificação atribuída à arte inusitada,<br />inculta e, protesta contra o fanatismo doutrinário...<br /><br />É legitimada pela lucidez do meu olhar despretensioso,atento para a inesgotável<br />fonte de possibilidades e de inspiração criativa de imagens, contidas em nuvens,<br />negativos de fotografias e películas de RX:<br /><br />É resultado lógico de consciente e solitária investigação, sobre a capacidade de<br />percepção cerebral e ao estímulo da memória visual, facultando-me a peculiar<br />habilidade de retratar, com precisão fotográfica, as imagens, rostos, olhares e<br />paisagens que registro em sonhos, durante o sono.<br /><br />Domino as técnicas de desenho e pintura que desenvolvi:<br />Em defesa própria,<br />indiferente a pensamentos alheios, supostas teorias e julgamentos precipitados...<br />não peço explicações sobre a MINHA arte, eu as tenho.<br /><br />Assumo e assino OS OLHARES DA MINHA ALMA.<br /><br />Não tenho religião... é a mola propulsora da discórdia entre a humanidade. (MiriamLi)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-3740429265289915644?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-73611962646871151022009-02-18T07:20:00.026-03:002009-10-25T19:34:36.261-02:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuTA0hDoRpI/AAAAAAAADTc/QUbuz1WCpKc/s1600-h/obras_premiadas_MONTAGEMBLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuTA0hDoRpI/AAAAAAAADTc/QUbuz1WCpKc/s400/obras_premiadas_MONTAGEMBLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396650261956019858" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 48%;">Um outro olhar<br />grafite pó/madeira(100x70)<br />Desenho</div><div style="float: right; width: 48%;">O homem visita o homem<br />acrílica/colcha de tecido matelace(100x70)<br />Pintura</div></div><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><br />Obras premiadas<br />XIII Salão Internacional de Artes Plásticas do Proyecto Cultural Sur-Brasil/2004</div><br /><br /><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><br />Parceria com o poeta Fernando Oliveira - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank" >Pictural - Poesia - Pictural "Bilingue"</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-7361196264687115102?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-68833311127342672442009-02-18T07:19:00.071-03:002010-02-26T03:50:08.182-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 49%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdkEH0z1fQI/AAAAAAAACmw/Mk4Nnk5igiM/s1600-h/os_teus_olhares_GRANDE-2008C.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 430px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdkEH0z1fQI/AAAAAAAACmw/Mk4Nnk5igiM/s320/os_teus_olhares_GRANDE-2008C.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321288967196605698" /></a>Os teus olhares - afresco grafite pó (130 x 90)</div><div style="float: right; width: 49%;"><br /><br /><br />Os teus olhares<br /><br />Os teus olhares, se bem que plurais, são singulares<br />Visonhas, vindas das reminiscências de Guernica<br />A de-multiplicação esparramada de, Picasso<br />Pela multiplicação aparamentada, adensa de, Lima.<br /><br />Como o poeta, rimas ou desramas, empilhas rostos<br />Como na poesia, estes formam o painel da centelha<br />A tua arte, alcança a minha, na imagem que é freira<br />A minha, sobra da tua, ou orna o quadro que não diz<br /><br />Os dois, somos poetas e pintores, um lê, o outro olha.<br /><br />Fernando Oliveira</div><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><br />Poesia dedicada a mim pelo Poeta Fernando Oliveira <br /><div style="float: left; width: 40%;">Parceria - Pictural-Poesia-Pictural "Bilingue"<br /><a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SszxhmELAaI/AAAAAAAADNc/XNmkJp36JzY/s800/pictural_poesia_thumbnail.jpg" /></a></div><div style="float: right; width: 50%;">Fernando Oliveira - Poetema<br /><a href="http://poetema.blogspot.com/"target="_blank"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SszuLTlTvCI/AAAAAAAADMY/VBZChcIysSc/s800/FERNANDO_%20OLIVEIRA_POETEMA.jpg" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-6883331112734267244?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-65244343693308039552009-02-18T07:17:00.025-03:002010-02-26T03:46:12.919-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 90%;"><div style="float: left; width: 37%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdfwNWjz1xI/AAAAAAAACho/yxjrtu1XsK4/s1600-h/passos_de_cata_peq.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdfwNWjz1xI/AAAAAAAACho/yxjrtu1XsK4/s320/passos_de_cata_peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320985596946274066" /></a>Passos de cata - afresco(100x60)</div><br /><br /><br /><div style="float: right; width: 54%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SL2Btz1vi8I/AAAAAAAABX8/fQ04WnPKkiY/s1600-h/trilogiaemetamorfose_grd.jpg"target="_blank" ><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241488165338844098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SL2Btz1vi8I/AAAAAAAABX8/fQ04WnPKkiY/s400/trilogiaemetamorfose_grd.jpg" border="0" /></a>Trilogia e metamorfose - 1996 - afresco grafite pó(100x160)<divstyle="clear: both"></div></div><br /><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;">Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank" >Pictural - Poesia - Pictural "Bilingue"</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-6524434369330803955?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-43788011864799042262009-02-18T07:09:00.054-03:002010-02-26T05:45:49.189-03:00<div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuTtQDSoXkI/AAAAAAAADTs/g1nOOuwlxxI/s1600-h/duastorturas_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 670px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuTtQDSoXkI/AAAAAAAADTs/g1nOOuwlxxI/s400/duastorturas_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396699113513836098" /></a></div><br /><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%"><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 33%">Duas torturas <br />grafite-pó/euicatex</div><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 33%">O silêncio dos desejos grafite-pó,acríl/madeira(70x50)</div><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 33%">Um olho facto..o outro abstracto acríl/lixa(50x40)</div></div><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;">Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank" >Pictural - Poesia - Pictural "Bilingue"</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-4378801186479904226?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-83424851704589390542009-02-18T07:08:00.027-03:002010-02-26T03:59:03.856-03:00<div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuT3lAP2uVI/AAAAAAAADT0/JjBd0s1Paxg/s1600-h/tardedemais_fugitiva_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 670px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuT3lAP2uVI/AAAAAAAADT0/JjBd0s1Paxg/s400/tardedemais_fugitiva_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396710468590418258" /></a></div><br /><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%"><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 40%">Tarde demais...<br />acrílica/grafite pó/madeira(98x70)</div><div style="float: right; WIDTH: 60%">A Fugitiva-acrílica/carpete<br />Obra por mim destruída. <br />Inspirada em sonhos durante o sono.</div></div><br />.<br /><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%">Destruir uma obra é autoflagelo da alma, sentimentos. Também é uma "provocação". Faço.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-8342485170458939054?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-9452202221189161592009-02-18T07:05:00.094-03:002009-10-26T02:48:31.036-02:00<p><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuUeNYnXRhI/AAAAAAAADUE/xUlHoxBA9-0/s1600-h/ele_jordao_indiano_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 680px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuUeNYnXRhI/AAAAAAAADUE/xUlHoxBA9-0/s400/ele_jordao_indiano_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396752943768094226" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 40%;">Ele - grafite/pó/madeira</div><div style="float: left; width: 30%;">..águas do rio Jordão</div><div style="float: right; width: 30%;">Indiano.. dos sonhos meus</div></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><br />Obras por mim destruídas... Inspiradas em sonhos, durante o sono.<br />Sempre sonhei com estes rostos, olhares....<br />parecem me chamar para o paraíso dos sonhos... e eu vou!... rsss...</p><a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return verocultar(this);">Continue Lendo...<br /></a><div style="display: none;"><p></p>Lembro dos meus sonhos e "sei" quando estou sonhando... <br />os memorizo na íntegra, e, assim, retrato em telas e afrescos,<br />os rostos de pessoas que não conheço... só as vi em sonhos.<br /><br />Cá entre nós...<br />Existe alguém que nunca sonhou com pessoas que não conhece?<br />Só rindo mesmo... rssssssss</div><p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-945220222118916159?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-85840790580754986262009-02-18T07:04:00.034-03:002010-02-26T04:04:59.521-03:00<div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuUNbYEYcSI/AAAAAAAADT8/aInE2Y_x-mo/s1600-h/tarde_demais_homem_nu_MONTAGEM+BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 670px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuUNbYEYcSI/AAAAAAAADT8/aInE2Y_x-mo/s400/tarde_demais_homem_nu_MONTAGEM+BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396734492441866530" /></a></div><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 100%"><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 40%">Tarde demais...</div><div style="float: left; WIDTH: 40%">grafite pó/ acríl/eucatex(90x60)</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-8584079058075498626?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-78256765599457026552009-02-18T07:03:00.059-03:002009-11-02T02:56:02.085-02:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 32%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SjkxiTP5q0I/AAAAAAAADAw/rsyq7QOG5RM/s1600-h/ficar_no_pensamento.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SjkxiTP5q0I/AAAAAAAADAw/rsyq7QOG5RM/s320/ficar_no_pensamento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348360497831455554" /></a>grafite pó/papel</div><br /><br /><div style="float: left; width: 26%;">Ficar no pensamento<br /><br />imaginações entrelaçadas<br />que se apetecem em mim<br /><br />se não olho, penso e, vejo<br />um pensamento no meu<br />no meu pensamento és tu<br /><br />se não penso, vejo e, penso<br />que és para o meu intento<br />quem entrou para lá ficar.<br /><br />Fernando Oliveira</div><div style="float: right; width: 42%;"><br /><br />Dois silêncios... íntimas noites nuas<br />insinuante tapete mágico... deitados<br /><br />ameaças de morte por beijos... o teu<br />poema-mor, calado, em dança dentro de mim<br />velado convite, diamante anelado... o meu<br /><br />teu último mundo, sentença de vida em vida<br />confesso anel de olhares suspensos<br />fadado encontro, rendição... a sós<br />descobrem-se vivos...o meu e o teu.<br />Miriam lima/Braga</div></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><br />Parceria - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">Pictural - Poesia - Pictural "Bilingue"</a></div<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-7825676559945702655?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-15319632324613115152009-02-18T07:01:00.072-03:002010-02-26T03:54:50.784-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 99%;"><div style="float: left; width: 21%;"><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sc7o937qBnI/AAAAAAAACZA/6NS5BYxX014/s1600-h/corpodelito_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sc7o937qBnI/AAAAAAAACZA/6NS5BYxX014/s400/corpodelito_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318444359654966898" /></a>Corpo de delito<br />Parceria com o Poeta <br />Fernando Oliveira<br /><a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">Pictural-Poesia-Pictural</a></div><div style="float: left; width: 21%;"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sc7pyXn2VCI/AAAAAAAACZI/BnCGyYuChrE/s1600-h/MULHER%2BTA%C3%87A_REDUZ_BLOG.jpj.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sc7pyXn2VCI/AAAAAAAACZI/BnCGyYuChrE/s400/MULHER%2BTA%C3%87A_REDUZ_BLOG.jpj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318445261515019298" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width:21%;"><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sc7qduj3wiI/AAAAAAAACZQ/TdfGuZQms14/s1600-h/nao_e_este.jpg"target="_blank" ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sc7qduj3wiI/AAAAAAAACZQ/TdfGuZQms14/s400/nao_e_este.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318446006406726178" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 36%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sjk3FKPDVwI/AAAAAAAADBA/7SedELZhcRI/s1600-h/tri.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sjk3FKPDVwI/AAAAAAAADBA/7SedELZhcRI/s320/tri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348366594265536258" /></a><br /><divstyle="clear: both"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-1531963232461311515?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-20154355613972654892009-02-18T06:56:00.058-03:002010-02-26T10:38:39.363-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuUvqvVC8AI/AAAAAAAADUM/skKiZOUvmQo/s1600-h/desespero_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 670px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuUvqvVC8AI/AAAAAAAADUM/skKiZOUvmQo/s400/desespero_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396772139779158018" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 40%;">Desespero</div><div style="float: left; width: 30%;">Châtiez et laissez-moi choir</div><div style="float: left; width: 30%;">Qui suis-je ?!…</div></div><br /><br /><div style="float: right; width: 100%;">Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural - Poesia - Pictural "Bilingue"</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-2015435561397265489?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-5950127718361822522009-02-18T06:49:00.057-03:002010-02-26T10:39:16.082-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuU3IfOo_pI/AAAAAAAADUU/-qxfPyPGg18/s1600-h/folha_trasnsparencia_alquebro_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 680px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuU3IfOo_pI/AAAAAAAADUU/-qxfPyPGg18/s400/folha_trasnsparencia_alquebro_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396780347434794642" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 35%;">A folha do poeta<br />acrílica/papel camurça</div><div style="float: left; width: 30%;">Transparência<br />acrílica/papel camurça</div><div style="float: right; width: 30%;">Alquebro da sombra<br />afresco grafite pó</div></div><br /><br /><div style="float: right; width: 100%;">Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural - Poesia - Pictural "Bilingue"</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-595012771836182252?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-48652692299746561902009-02-18T06:47:00.027-03:002009-10-27T23:38:27.510-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SueaZWXEk9I/AAAAAAAADU8/Fp-3ijYIEBI/s1600-h/j%27attends_un_regard_visitei_jupiter_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 718px; height: 401px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SueaZWXEk9I/AAAAAAAADU8/Fp-3ijYIEBI/s400/j%27attends_un_regard_visitei_jupiter_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397452438716584914" /></a><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 45%;">J’attends un regard<br />2000-grafite em pó/eucatex(160x130)</div><div style="float: right; width: 45%;">Visitei as coxas de júpiter<br />1999-crílica,esmalte/madeira(35x55)</div></div><br />.<br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;">Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">Pictural-Poesia-Pictural"Bilingue"</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-4865269229974656190?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-68221984239651634102009-02-18T06:41:00.080-03:002010-02-26T06:03:49.908-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 35%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScIU5bYSCII/AAAAAAAACQI/UXCiRTwl3og/s1600-h/Lauro_Rafael.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScIU5bYSCII/AAAAAAAACQI/UXCiRTwl3og/s400/Lauro_Rafael.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314833487085308034" /></a>1997 - acrílica/carpete <br />autor: Lauro Rafael (filho)</div><div style="float: left; width: 25%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sjk9CyVeB-I/AAAAAAAADBQ/VQu7itOsTqI/s1600-h/C%27est+la+vie._REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sjk9CyVeB-I/AAAAAAAADBQ/VQu7itOsTqI/s200/C%27est+la+vie._REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348373150560028642" /></a>C'est la vie.. afrsco grafite pó</div><div style="float: left; width: 35%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScIVnc0MBiI/AAAAAAAACQQ/hD3MCq1i37I/s1600-h/miriam_Raquel.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScIVnc0MBiI/AAAAAAAACQQ/hD3MCq1i37I/s400/miriam_Raquel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314834277744772642" /></a>1997 - grafite em pó/eucatex<br />autoras: Miriam e Raquel(filha)</div><divstyle="clear: both"></div><div style="float: right; width: 100%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScIWIxFwnSI/AAAAAAAACQY/xPIeSM-m78w/s1600-h/Nos_GRANDE_2008C.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScIWIxFwnSI/AAAAAAAACQY/xPIeSM-m78w/s400/Nos_GRANDE_2008C.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314834850122865954" /></a>Nós.. (e.. os outros! rsss) 1999 - acrílica/eucatex (60x90)<br />Autores: Miriam, Raquel e Lauro Rafael (filhos)<br />Pura e simplesmente, uma técnica passível de aprendizado!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-6822198423965163410?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-13251106561188869862009-02-18T06:30:00.025-03:002010-02-26T05:32:55.542-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 99%;"><div style="float: left; width: 37%;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScfJK2m4i-I/AAAAAAAACU4/ye9azyyW3lM/s1600-h/JAPA.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScfJK2m4i-I/AAAAAAAACU4/ye9azyyW3lM/s400/JAPA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316439073428638690" /></a>acrílica/carpete(85x80)</div><div style="float: left; width: 25%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdfrHmO9TRI/AAAAAAAAChQ/kzDFyxJrG6Y/s1600-h/Deux+pas+de+danse.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdfrHmO9TRI/AAAAAAAAChQ/kzDFyxJrG6Y/s320/Deux+pas+de+danse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320980000516427026" /></a>afresco grafite pó(13x7)<br /></div><div style="float: left; width: 37%;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SarQ_1RrrJI/AAAAAAAACGA/OYK2QaDyvsU/s1600-h/um_rosto_na_arte_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SarQ_1RrrJI/AAAAAAAACGA/OYK2QaDyvsU/s400/um_rosto_na_arte_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308284905861131410" /></a>O rosto na arte-afresco grafite em pó <divstyle="clear: both"></div></div><div style="float: right; width: 63%;">Parceria com o poeta Fernando Oliveira - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural - Poesia - Pictural</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-1325110656118886986?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-78802885979705616182009-02-18T06:27:00.049-03:002010-02-26T05:57:50.737-03:00Olhares que desviei... bocas que não beijei...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuYRTDJLmMI/AAAAAAAADUs/BQevkE_oeZM/s1600-h/olhares_desviei_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 460px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SuYRTDJLmMI/AAAAAAAADUs/BQevkE_oeZM/s400/olhares_desviei_MONTAGEM_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397020222409119938" /></a><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 24%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/S4bOfvSq-WI/AAAAAAAADYA/FkzNXODEwt4/s1600-h/sem+titulo3.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/S4bOfvSq-WI/AAAAAAAADYA/FkzNXODEwt4/s320/sem+titulo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442264244389869922" border="0" /></a>acrilica/eucatex(70x100)</div><div style="float: left; width: 24%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdjQUMI2eTI/AAAAAAAAClg/mBscinYjMaY/s1600-h/Homem_triangulo.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdjQUMI2eTI/AAAAAAAAClg/mBscinYjMaY/s320/Homem_triangulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321232005012551986" border="0" /></a>grafite pó/papelão(40x30)</div><div style="float: left; width: 24%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScrqlNHLqzI/AAAAAAAACXI/sKEV0UN-1oU/s1600-h/miriam8_g.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScrqlNHLqzI/AAAAAAAACXI/sKEV0UN-1oU/s400/miriam8_g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317320234960137010" border="0" /></a>acrilica/carpete (100x115)</div><div style="float: right; width: 26%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/S4bXZ2ah3TI/AAAAAAAADYI/9tiwl-vVDKU/s1600-h/os_quatro_judiciosos_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/S4bXZ2ah3TI/AAAAAAAADYI/9tiwl-vVDKU/s320/os_quatro_judiciosos_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442274038827310386" border="0" /></a>Os quatro judiciosos<br />afresco grafite em pó<br /><a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural-Poesia-Pictural</a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-7880288597970561618?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-36345763833389390662009-02-18T06:23:00.153-03:002010-02-26T00:29:04.185-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 48%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdfeMF1lVUI/AAAAAAAACgY/zhbSTx3gsuA/s1600-h/engenha-me.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 395px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdfeMF1lVUI/AAAAAAAACgY/zhbSTx3gsuA/s320/engenha-me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320965784068248898" /></a>Engenha-me - cola durepoxi/eucatex</div><div style="float: left; width: 48%;">Engenha-me<br /><br />sabes, que ontem não vivi e, que amanhã não sou<br />estou hoje aqui, colhe o que quiseres de mim<br />sou ainda, mais raro e sensível, que a crisálida<br />tanto que me recrias, fico contigo, não vou<br />se o não fizeres, ficarei simplesmente assim<br />com o ontem e o amanhã, hoje, estátua esquálida. <br />Fernando Oliveira<br />_____________________<br />Ontem, hoje, amanhã, sempre<br />vencida pelos desejos, sou<br />no rastro do silêncio, estou<br />Ao sabor de desejos, prometi ao destino<br />na aurora de um novo hoje, amanhã<br />teu sonho eleito, de audaz contido, animar, vem<br />tráz teu perfume, tua voz, tuas mãos<br />estou aqui, sem segundo, vestida de espera. <br />Miriam Lima/Braga</div><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><br />Parceria - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural-Poesia-Pictural "Bilingue"</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-3634576383338939066?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-84720538756204997342009-02-18T06:21:00.036-03:002010-02-26T05:18:16.782-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 33%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sdouv-6j4kI/AAAAAAAACnw/tfdA0nhbnxo/s1600-h/ave_maritima_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sdouv-6j4kI/AAAAAAAACnw/tfdA0nhbnxo/s320/ave_maritima_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321617311569011266" /></a>acrilica/papel camurça (60x40)</div><div style="float: left; width: 33%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SiTO9qHg92I/AAAAAAAAC8E/N-jOMD_8uw0/s1600-h/020620091323.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SiTO9qHg92I/AAAAAAAAC8E/N-jOMD_8uw0/s320/020620091323.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342622616641402722" /></a>acrilica/eucatex (90x60)</div><div style="float: right; width: 33%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdovZLzBAXI/AAAAAAAACn4/NqeIKR47gGk/s1600-h/a+fuga+da+sereia_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdovZLzBAXI/AAAAAAAACn4/NqeIKR47gGk/s320/a+fuga+da+sereia_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321618019401662834" /></a>A fuga da sereia<br />grafite pó/eucatex(90x60)<br />Parceria com Fernando Oliveira<br /><a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural-Poesia-Pictural</a><divstyle="clear: both"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-8472053875620499734?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-79496830132825349642009-02-18T06:20:00.072-03:002010-11-08T22:35:15.780-02:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 25%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SeOnfnn5AnI/AAAAAAAACrU/tUWEvQ81c48/s1600-h/double_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SeOnfnn5AnI/AAAAAAAACrU/tUWEvQ81c48/s320/double_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324283346136138354" /></a>Double -acrílica/eucatex<br />Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira<br /><a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural-Poesia-Pictural</a></div><div style="float: left; width: 25%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sh3nhCGCRqI/AAAAAAAACzQ/GuCgmR1mP_U/s1600-h/SEM+TITULO.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sh3nhCGCRqI/AAAAAAAACzQ/GuCgmR1mP_U/s320/SEM+TITULO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340679287815161506" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 25%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/TLp5l8KJlsI/AAAAAAAADZg/Xpeq5CZ0m2A/s1600/homem_quebracabe%253F%253Fa.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180 px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/TLp5l8KJlsI/AAAAAAAADZg/Xpeq5CZ0m2A/s320/homem_quebracabe%253F%253Fa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528865185261524674" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 25%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/TLp4ewACXbI/AAAAAAAADZY/tryF5AqqRqQ/s1600/cristo_homem.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/TLp4ewACXbI/AAAAAAAADZY/tryF5AqqRqQ/s320/cristo_homem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528863962227170738" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-7949683013282534964?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-71147843518454905102009-02-18T06:16:00.071-03:002010-10-17T03:51:17.054-02:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 33%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdkAg_ykoaI/AAAAAAAACmg/xvkNBC4Y6TI/s1600-h/Dsc09415.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdkAg_ykoaI/AAAAAAAACmg/xvkNBC4Y6TI/s320/Dsc09415.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321285001594315170" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 33%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdkBc46TFJI/AAAAAAAACmo/rRL3_5wNmME/s1600-h/rimas+e+encruzilhadas.REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; left: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdkBc46TFJI/AAAAAAAACmo/rRL3_5wNmME/s320/rimas+e+encruzilhadas.REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321286030539822226" /></a>Rimas e encruzilhadas</div><div style="float: right; width: 33%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ShzOz9j31XI/AAAAAAAACyY/a5IiU4RUrGI/s1600-h/camuflagem_pictural.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ShzOz9j31XI/AAAAAAAACyY/a5IiU4RUrGI/s320/camuflagem_pictural.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340370650248238450" /></a>Camuflagem pictural</div></div><br /><div style="float: right; width: 67%;">Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira - <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural-Poesia-Pictural</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-7114784351845490510?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-74999046330610672562009-02-18T06:15:00.076-03:002010-10-17T03:54:35.661-02:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdhVRRloj5I/AAAAAAAACkQ/olzv5XcqhNg/s1600-h/DSC07176.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdhVRRloj5I/AAAAAAAACkQ/olzv5XcqhNg/s320/DSC07176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321096715005628306" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 12%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sat3MZerCVI/AAAAAAAACL4/xho-td5WXhY/s1600-h/MM_2_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308467640667933010" border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 102px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sat3MZerCVI/AAAAAAAACL4/xho-td5WXhY/s400/MM_2_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"/></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 12%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sat4C_bHPXI/AAAAAAAACMA/r2kTx_AwbNY/s1600-h/MM_1_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308468578566487410" border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 102px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sat4C_bHPXI/AAAAAAAACMA/r2kTx_AwbNY/s400/MM_1_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"/></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 12%;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SatOroAFHQI/AAAAAAAACLA/_VlrYSj3DQI/s1600-h/MM_3_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308423097165356290" border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 102px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SatOroAFHQI/AAAAAAAACLA/_VlrYSj3DQI/s400/MM_3_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"/></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 12%;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sat5YdIi1tI/AAAAAAAACMI/2oRKYiDxoqg/s1600-h/MM-05_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308470046830548690" border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 102px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sat5YdIi1tI/AAAAAAAACMI/2oRKYiDxoqg/s400/MM-05_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"/></a></div><div style="float: left; 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width: 12%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdLJn0LqN_I/AAAAAAAACbI/EMvqU90itpQ/s1600-h/22062008261.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 82px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdLJn0LqN_I/AAAAAAAACbI/EMvqU90itpQ/s400/22062008261.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319535795737606130" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width:12%;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/STria_P5QXI/AAAAAAAABxs/VM6YiF9uN0g/s1600-h/V.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 82px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/STria_P5QXI/AAAAAAAABxs/VM6YiF9uN0g/s400/V.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276778866700534130" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 12%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ShZhtFnxvlI/AAAAAAAACxQ/_z0H7zKZCjg/s1600-h/m_17_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 82px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ShZhtFnxvlI/AAAAAAAACxQ/_z0H7zKZCjg/s320/m_17_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338561835525324370" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 12%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sh9sFjW-muI/AAAAAAAAC5s/RsR2n5a8wxM/s1600-h/180520091257.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 82px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sh9sFjW-muI/AAAAAAAAC5s/RsR2n5a8wxM/s320/180520091257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341106525731461858" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 12%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/TLplhjYkqTI/AAAAAAAADZQ/P9D4TQ6qJPs/s1600/ESTE_hj.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 82px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/TLplhjYkqTI/AAAAAAAADZQ/P9D4TQ6qJPs/s200/ESTE_hj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528843119659100466" /></a></div></div><div style="float: left; width: 100%;">Do pó...grafite... sou a pedra, Diamante.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-7499904633061067256?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-60922627200586464172009-02-18T05:43:00.054-03:002010-10-17T06:49:24.921-02:00<div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 90%">Maneiras de olhar... "impressionados"? Só rindo mesmo... rss<br />obra fotografada do alto de uma escada.. rssssssss<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdB49f55wXI/AAAAAAAACZo/EE13JM32cPw/s1600-h/o+ceu+nao+é+o+limite+2.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318884157856268658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdB49f55wXI/AAAAAAAACZo/EE13JM32cPw/s400/o+ceu+nao+%C3%A9+o+limite+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 90%"><div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 33%"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SauT6Djv_RI/AAAAAAAACNg/zwd0K0m3efs/s1600-h/MORENA+BRAGA[1]_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308499211383209234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SauT6Djv_RI/AAAAAAAACNg/zwd0K0m3efs/s400/MORENA+BRAGA%5B1%5D_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" /></a>Morena Braga(mãe) grafite em pó, acrílica, esmalte/eucatex</div><div style="float: left; width: 33%;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SauVpucTAnI/AAAAAAAACNw/dbRWHers470/s1600-h/conatural_preceito_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SauVpucTAnI/AAAAAAAACNw/dbRWHers470/s400/conatural_preceito_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308501129860153970" /></a>Conatural preceito-afresco<br /><a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural - Poesia - Pictural</a></div><div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 33%"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Scgavfp85XI/AAAAAAAACVY/R9joQ86I708/s1600-h/evasao_grd.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316528763364500850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Scgavfp85XI/AAAAAAAACVY/R9joQ86I708/s400/evasao_grd.jpg" border="0" /></a>Evasão (João Antonio(pai)<br /><a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural - Poesia - Pictural</a></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-6092262720058646417?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-88200279322246601122009-02-18T05:41:00.027-03:002010-10-17T14:36:20.728-02:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 25%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/TLsij_cHtJI/AAAAAAAADZo/snnMS1fJvFA/s1600/m_1_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/TLsij_cHtJI/AAAAAAAADZo/snnMS1fJvFA/s320/m_1_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529050969247560850" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 25%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdMEDtbIV0I/AAAAAAAACbo/VjJO-j2p66s/s1600-h/amigo_inv.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdMEDtbIV0I/AAAAAAAACbo/VjJO-j2p66s/s400/amigo_inv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319600046634194754" border="0" /></a>Amigo ou ilusão<br /><a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural-Poesia-Pictural</a></div><div style="float: left; width: 25%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdL38besw0I/AAAAAAAACbg/oVoage0vhlo/s1600-h/Dsc07531.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdL38besw0I/AAAAAAAACbg/oVoage0vhlo/s400/Dsc07531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319586727418708802" border="0" /></a></div><divstyle="clear: both"></div><br /><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 25%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SaujJ681OvI/AAAAAAAACO4/ypkkIxSibSU/s1600-h/PIANISTA_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SaujJ681OvI/AAAAAAAACO4/ypkkIxSibSU/s400/PIANISTA_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308515976624814834" /></a>O Pianista</div><div style="float: left; width: 25%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdRtrKZr25I/AAAAAAAACdY/mLm27cPQKyU/s1600-h/homem_parede.jpg"target="_blank" ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdRtrKZr25I/AAAAAAAACdY/mLm27cPQKyU/s400/homem_parede.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319997648125287314" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 25%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SmVAXZBXmfI/AAAAAAAADIw/1YQUO-oQOX4/s1600-h/mulher_esc_REDUZIDA_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SmVAXZBXmfI/AAAAAAAADIw/1YQUO-oQOX4/s200/mulher_esc_REDUZIDA_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360761702052239858" /></a>afresco grafite/pó<divstyle="clear: both"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-8820027932224660112?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-20877213741401644772009-02-18T05:27:00.029-03:002009-06-26T19:04:20.755-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 45%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SkU9LiF5peI/AAAAAAAADCQ/GlPEjtPzTPQ/s1600-h/MARROMREDUZ_BLOG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 410px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SkU9LiF5peI/AAAAAAAADCQ/GlPEjtPzTPQ/s320/MARROMREDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351751000539112930" /></a></div><br /><div style="float: left; width: 55%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SkU9MHj16BI/AAAAAAAADCg/EBkmSRHrSDA/s1600-h/M_30.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SkU9MHj16BI/AAAAAAAADCg/EBkmSRHrSDA/s320/M_30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351751010596808722" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SkU9LyejLeI/AAAAAAAADCY/YtbE2HBMxpM/s1600-h/mar_dos_meus_sonhos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SkU9LyejLeI/AAAAAAAADCY/YtbE2HBMxpM/s320/mar_dos_meus_sonhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351751004937465314" /></a>Mar dos meus sonhos <br />Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">Pictural-Poesia-Pictural</a></div><divstyle="clear: both"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-2087721374140164477?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-74502490566256177882009-02-18T05:18:00.038-03:002010-10-17T13:59:23.057-02:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 49%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sarz3TSoIWI/AAAAAAAACHw/0Cc-T39wVwA/s1600-h/ceudosmeussonhos_peq.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sarz3TSoIWI/AAAAAAAACHw/0Cc-T39wVwA/s400/ceudosmeussonhos_peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308323242206306658" /></a>Céu dos meus sonhos-1997- acrílica e grafite em pó/eucatex(60x90)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdjJdz6pJ2I/AAAAAAAAClA/nfwRY9mR3HU/s1600-h/sonhos.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdjJdz6pJ2I/AAAAAAAAClA/nfwRY9mR3HU/s320/sonhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321224473727805282" /></a>Sonho - 2000 - acrílica e esmalte/papel camurça (60x40)</div><br /><div style="float: right; width: 49%;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Ss2XYmTnzMI/AAAAAAAADPs/JW1mGVLTk1o/s1600-h/corpo_de_pedra_RDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Ss2XYmTnzMI/AAAAAAAADPs/JW1mGVLTk1o/s320/corpo_de_pedra_RDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390130777887853762" /></a>Corpo de pedra - acrílica e esmalte/eucatex </div></div><divstyle="clear: both"><div style="float: left; width: 100%;">Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural - Poesia - Pictural "Bilingue"</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-7450249056625617788?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-22301406265831193652009-02-18T05:11:00.058-03:002010-02-26T11:00:10.125-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 48%;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdhZHzTyrHI/AAAAAAAACkY/pZ8oqWNBOxc/s1600-h/o+mesmo+luar.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdhZHzTyrHI/AAAAAAAACkY/pZ8oqWNBOxc/s320/o+mesmo+luar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321100950305418354" /></a>O mesmo luar - afresco grafite em pó(180x160)<br /><br />Parceria com Poeta Fernando Oliveira<br />Poesia - O mesmo luar <a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural-Poesia-Pictural</a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="float: right; width: 45%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SmU90udKROI/AAAAAAAADIg/GfIBYKP_oFE/s1600-h/PAREDE3.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SmU90udKROI/AAAAAAAADIg/GfIBYKP_oFE/s320/PAREDE3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360758907487274210" border="0" /></a>afresco grafite em pó (230x120)</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-2230140626583119365?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-81062231489418427522009-02-18T05:09:00.040-03:002010-02-26T11:01:53.417-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 48%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdhcPI_01tI/AAAAAAAACkg/CzpnGFvW-ks/s1600-h/cascaderuina_peq.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdhcPI_01tI/AAAAAAAACkg/CzpnGFvW-ks/s320/cascaderuina_peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321104374921221842" /></a>Cascas de ruína -grafite pó/eucatex<br /><br />Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira<br />Poesia - Cascas de ruína<br /><a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural - Poesia - Picutural</a></div><br /><br /><div style="float: right; width: 50%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sdhcqh1osVI/AAAAAAAACko/KgcpD-oz5F8/s1600-h/a_agua_abraca_a_pedra.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sdhcqh1osVI/AAAAAAAACko/KgcpD-oz5F8/s320/a_agua_abraca_a_pedra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321104845445837138" /></a>A água abraça a pedra-afresco grafite pó<br /><br /><br /><br />Parceria com o Poeta Fernando Oliveira<br />Poesia - A água abraça a pedra<br /><a href="http://www.picturalpoesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pictural - Poesia - Pictural</a><divstyle="clear: both"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-8106223148941842752?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-17196837428228843402009-02-18T04:56:00.034-03:002010-02-26T12:45:20.072-03:00<div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 100%"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SclS1zt6yYI/AAAAAAAACWY/77ZfhgdmsmY/s1600-h/manchavidro_peq.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316871919456930178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SclS1zt6yYI/AAAAAAAACWY/77ZfhgdmsmY/s400/manchavidro_peq.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 49%"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SclRhoCzhwI/AAAAAAAACWI/2oVmJE9lXjs/s1600-h/revelação.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316870473214297858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SclRhoCzhwI/AAAAAAAACWI/2oVmJE9lXjs/s400/revela%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 49%"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SclR8sSQRkI/AAAAAAAACWQ/KGZkXSnhRIo/s1600-h/facies.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316870938209306178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SclR8sSQRkI/AAAAAAAACWQ/KGZkXSnhRIo/s400/facies.jpg" border="0" /></a><divstyle="clear: both"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-1719683742822884340?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-43151897471219162412009-02-18T04:54:00.015-03:002010-02-26T12:48:17.587-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SkZrVVIf1kI/AAAAAAAADEI/jxGFW1z6yNU/s1600-h/tri_foto_blog.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 715px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SkZrVVIf1kI/AAAAAAAADEI/jxGFW1z6yNU/s400/tri_foto_blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352083221370623554" /></a>2002 - acrílica/papel camurça(60x40)(montagem com três fotos)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-4315189747121916241?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-32733679752203580052009-02-18T04:51:00.060-03:002010-02-26T12:52:45.265-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 33%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScI73A5NeKI/AAAAAAAACQo/fv4Ly-egFeM/s1600-h/mulhercolorida_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScI73A5NeKI/AAAAAAAACQo/fv4Ly-egFeM/s400/mulhercolorida_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314876326569408674" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 33%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScI8Zgfb58I/AAAAAAAACQw/XmG0NxDlPMc/s1600-h/h_ironia.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScI8Zgfb58I/AAAAAAAACQw/XmG0NxDlPMc/s400/h_ironia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314876919166789570" /></a></div><div style="float: right; width: 33%;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScI5oXNJxeI/AAAAAAAACQg/TmAPdgN8GwA/s1600-h/homemcolorido_boca_peq.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScI5oXNJxeI/AAAAAAAACQg/TmAPdgN8GwA/s400/homemcolorido_boca_peq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314873875837339106" /></a><divstyle="clear: both"></div><br /><div style="float: left; width: 100%;">Eu não gosto!... não gosto desse mundo de hipocrisia social, <br />onde as pessoas "pintam" tudo (condição social, financeira, religiosa e cultural, relacionamentos...) com cores que já não têm... falso colorido, aparente brilho...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-3273367975220358005?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-92217404485917512402009-02-18T04:48:00.062-03:002010-02-26T12:54:24.298-03:00<div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 90%"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScX7Rwsw3dI/AAAAAAAACUo/AHYtR5EKvKs/s1600-h/o_ceu_nao_e_o_limite_2_Fotografia_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScX7Rwsw3dI/AAAAAAAACUo/AHYtR5EKvKs/s400/o_ceu_nao_e_o_limite_2_Fotografia_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315931217729740242" /></a></div><div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 100%"><div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 16%"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sauk69NDltI/AAAAAAAACPI/s2i2CAkLqvA/s1600-h/mulher_vermelha_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308517918554953426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sauk69NDltI/AAAAAAAACPI/s2i2CAkLqvA/s400/mulher_vermelha_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 16%"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdEmUfch8uI/AAAAAAAACaA/ZUkCss2KfuM/s1600-h/m_10_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdEmUfch8uI/AAAAAAAACaA/ZUkCss2KfuM/s400/m_10_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319074768381670114" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 16%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScShHcfuTHI/AAAAAAAACR4/9MGSDCTUvm4/s1600-h/olharduplo.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315550609484434546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScShHcfuTHI/AAAAAAAACR4/9MGSDCTUvm4/s400/olharduplo.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 16%"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdEl5BuvRYI/AAAAAAAACZ4/9dZh2aO4cz4/s1600-h/Dsc03522.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdEl5BuvRYI/AAAAAAAACZ4/9dZh2aO4cz4/s400/Dsc03522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319074296548509058" /></a></div><div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 16%"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScSgfvBmSOI/AAAAAAAACRw/aUDihtwUf0Y/s1600-h/homem_repart.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315549927263586530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScSgfvBmSOI/AAAAAAAACRw/aUDihtwUf0Y/s400/homem_repart.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 16%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SYaERi0_xjI/AAAAAAAAB6I/0HS9JT2cSOQ/s1600-h/Dsc00168.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298067448589698610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SYaERi0_xjI/AAAAAAAAB6I/0HS9JT2cSOQ/s400/Dsc00168.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><divstyle="clear: both"></div><div style="FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 100%">Só rindo mesmo... vocês estão vendo uma mulher vermelha?!?<br />Eu não pintei uma mulher vermelha!!!...<br />Pintei uma mulher... NUMA TELA, NUM PAPEL VERMELHO... rsss<br />acrílica/papel camurça "vermelho" (60x40)<br /><br />... aposto que estão enxergando um homem azul... rssss<br />O ÓBVIO:<br />- A "tinta" em contato com a película de rx, "reage" dando o tom "azulado" na pintura... banal, elementar.<br /><br />Ilusão de ótica<br />A interpretação mística... o "mistério" reside no vácuo que há entre o olhar <br />do espectador e a tela.<br />Na Arte... mistérios, códigos e segredos não existem... são "fabricados"<br />Há quem os alimente, sustente-os como meio de manipulação político-religiosa..<br />Há também quem se sujeite a tudo isso. Eu... "tô fora"!<br />Só rindo mesmo... rsssssss</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-9221740448591751240?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-7700446752310249522009-02-18T04:47:00.024-03:002010-02-26T12:56:03.811-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 97%"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv 24Ew3c/ScR0jAoIo_I/AAAAAAAACRY/-qoQeOW8ZHc/s1600-h/OLHAR.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315501605016609778" style="DISPLAY: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; cursor: hand; height: 240px; text-align: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScR0jAoIo_I/AAAAAAAACRY/-qoQeOW8ZHc/s400/OLHAR.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 97%"><div style="float: left; width: 31%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sar5r6m0nNI/AAAAAAAACH4/lQG94a4r7XU/s1600-h/m_9_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308329643671330002" style="DISPLAY: block; 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width: 97%"><div style="float: left; width: 31%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScR1n7OafqI/AAAAAAAACRg/B1PLMWpakJQ/s1600-h/m_6_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315502788977524386" style="DISPLAY: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; widht: 220px; cursor: hand; height: 100px; text-align: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScR1n7OafqI/AAAAAAAACRg/B1PLMWpakJQ/s400/m_6_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 32%"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SatEf01bHbI/AAAAAAAACKY/62vZYPGCoGI/s1600-h/M_28_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308411899335613874" style="DISPLAY: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 220px; cursor: hand; height: 100px; text-align: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SatEf01bHbI/AAAAAAAACKY/62vZYPGCoGI/s400/M_28_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="float: right; width: 36%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sar7ux1CD3I/AAAAAAAACIY/kZmpBv-uj88/s1600-h/m_8_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308331891877875570" style="DISPLAY: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 220px; cursor: hand; height: 100px; text-align: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sar7ux1CD3I/AAAAAAAACIY/kZmpBv-uj88/s400/m_8_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><divstyle="clear: both"></div><div style="float: left; width: 100%">Catarata<br />Eu tive "catarata" do ano 2000 a 2004 - neste período acompanhei minha mãe nas várias internações hospitalares que teve e no hospital desenhei 250 rostos em papel A4.... rssss</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-770044675231024952?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-85172692436513909682009-02-18T04:16:00.034-03:002010-10-17T05:42:48.467-02:00<div style="float: width: 100%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Scm2XH_sngI/AAAAAAAACWo/k11bhsARXKw/s1600-h/trio.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Scm2XH_sngI/AAAAAAAACWo/k11bhsARXKw/s400/trio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316981343487041026" /></a></div><div style="float: width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 40%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sh9wnvcGqUI/AAAAAAAAC50/cgAgLvsSULw/s1600-h/ESCULTURAS.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sh9wnvcGqUI/AAAAAAAAC50/cgAgLvsSULw/s320/ESCULTURAS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341111511136250178" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 20%;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SauiNOe7ikI/AAAAAAAACOw/DXVQnqlpXAs/s1600-h/22062008279_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height:220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdUDJ4qQ9bI/AAAAAAAACdg/tMFSRkAnCGA/s400/DSC06809_REDUZIDA_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320162003171472818" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-8517269243651390968?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-76731522081839188782009-02-18T04:05:00.031-03:002010-10-17T04:05:46.185-02:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 39%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SkVvFksl6FI/AAAAAAAADDA/nWQkNDcPJe0/s1600-h/eles_es_reduz_blog.JPG"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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width: 28%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScsO-IMgY9I/AAAAAAAACX4/reeMX5uzG1A/s1600-h/Dsc09413.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/ScsO-IMgY9I/AAAAAAAACX4/reeMX5uzG1A/s400/Dsc09413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317360245555618770" /></a></div><divstyle="clear: both"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-499278124995517090?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-25111997082362830702009-02-18T02:57:00.049-03:002010-02-25T01:41:20.350-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;">Fase 4.. penso em abandonar novamente esta pintura..a tela de "esponja" absorve a tinta!! haja paciência... rsss<br />também porque gosto mesmo é de trabalhar com grafite<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SiSzb3nSwLI/AAAAAAAAC7c/-xnpAtrjYm8/s1600-h/020620091321.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SiSzb3nSwLI/AAAAAAAAC7c/-xnpAtrjYm8/s400/020620091321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342592349334847666" /></a></div><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><div style="float: left; width: 20%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SgPtFYzxO5I/AAAAAAAACvY/pSDXVKqJ-eQ/s1600-h/060520091197.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 95px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SgPtFYzxO5I/AAAAAAAACvY/pSDXVKqJ-eQ/s200/060520091197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333367060551515026" /></a>Fase 1</div><div style="float: left ; width: 20%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sgtff6hNyrI/AAAAAAAACvw/gUQzJoksavY/s1600-h/110520091220.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sgtff6hNyrI/AAAAAAAACvw/gUQzJoksavY/s200/110520091220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335463185439640242" /></a>Fase 2</div><div style="float: left; width: 20%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sh9sFjW-muI/AAAAAAAAC5s/RsR2n5a8wxM/s1600-h/180520091257.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/Sh9sFjW-muI/AAAAAAAAC5s/RsR2n5a8wxM/s320/180520091257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341106525731461858" /></a>Fase 3...</div><divstyle="clear: both"></div><br />Obra iniciada e abandonada em 1999 - acrílica/esponja (60x90)<br />Hoje retomei a pintura... Resgatando olhares...<br /><br />A minha arte não está à venda... <br />Não existe absolutamente nada no mundo mais importante, para mim, <br />do que a minha arte...nada! Nem viagens,joias, mansões, carros, dinheiro...<br />nem ouro, prata ou diamante (muito menos "camelos"...rssss)<br />Quando eu morrer... meus filhos poderão fazer o que bem quiserem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-2511199708236283070?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-39882338618044653842009-02-18T02:47:00.049-03:002010-10-18T03:28:06.997-02:00<div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><br /><div style="float: left; width: 48%;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdkmVaewHoI/AAAAAAAACm4/-tWTK5KYG4s/s1600-h/ruina_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdkmVaewHoI/AAAAAAAACm4/-tWTK5KYG4s/s320/ruina_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321326584042364546" /></a>1997 - acrílica/eucatex(60x90)</div><div style="float: right; width: 48%;">Ruína<br /><br />acariciei a lua, menina<br />capturei estrelas...olhar nubente...beijei sonhos<br />penhorados desejos, combalidos gritos<br />andei...andei...ilha!<br />horizontes nublados...glacial, sorvi<br /><br />tão longe..tão perto<br /><br />o mar serenou...tarde demais<br />resto sou<br /><br />ordinário Sol !... mentirosa Lua ! ...<br /><br />Miriam Braga/Lima</div><divstyle="clear: both"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-3988233861804465384?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-86336603773570619892009-02-18T01:49:00.016-03:002009-06-29T04:07:24.019-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdjzvrUh3rI/AAAAAAAACmI/AmHRAMm0VM0/s1600-h/entreoceueaterra.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdjzvrUh3rI/AAAAAAAACmI/AmHRAMm0VM0/s320/entreoceueaterra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321270960146472626" /></a>acrílica/saco de farinha<br />pano "manchado" pelas tintas - usado para limpar os pincéis.<br />"as manchas"... rssss<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-8633660377357061989?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360664.post-78217024760115091202009-02-18T01:18:00.046-03:002009-06-29T04:04:14.644-03:00<div style="float: left; width: 33%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdhPDWhw6oI/AAAAAAAACkA/JoXsEN5remw/s1600-h/INDIANOIII.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SdhPDWhw6oI/AAAAAAAACkA/JoXsEN5remw/s320/INDIANOIII.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321089878743640706" /></a>Obra por mim destruída.</div><div style="float: left; width: 33%;"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SF9Qrp-iZoI/AAAAAAAABJk/SFP0HxXewLM/s1600-h/INAC....jpg" target="_blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214975604451075714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; width: 212px; height: 277px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SF9Qrp-iZoI/AAAAAAAABJk/SFP0HxXewLM/s400/INAC....jpg" border="0" /></a>Obra por mim destruída</div><div style="float: right; width: 33%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SatT17TL6CI/AAAAAAAACLY/znZ2-MkxBVk/s1600-h/TROCAR_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg"target="_blank"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBecv24Ew3c/SatT17TL6CI/AAAAAAAACLY/znZ2-MkxBVk/s400/TROCAR_REDUZ_BLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308428771702597666" /></a>Obra por mim destruída.</div><divstyle="clear: both"><div style="float: left; width: 100%;"><br /><br />Eu não gosto desse mundo... aí fora!<br /><br />Morro todo dia... sem a minha vida saber<br />Vivo todo dia... às vistas grossas da minha morte<br /><br />Na vida... morta!<br />faltam-me sonhos para acordada sonhar<br />Na morte... viva!<br />em olhares sobre tela<br /><br />Eu não gosto desse mundo... aí fora!<br />MiriamLi</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360664-7821702476011509120?l=www.olharesdaminhaalma.com' alt='' /></div>MiriamLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351255484125031174noreply@blogger.com