tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61490730548464144252011-11-09T21:16:59.265-06:00From my reflecting poolside ...... Art, Art History and LifeM. Colehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14195967489100787479noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149073054846414425.post-32573053284158856132011-06-23T20:22:00.023-05:002011-07-23T00:35:20.181-05:00

Striking Steuben glass rose heart.My Lady D'ArbanvilleWhy do you sleep so still?I'll wake you tomorrowAnd you will be my fillYes you will be my fillThis 1970 hit has been considered one of the best love songs of the last decades of the XXth century. Its author, the young English musician and songwriter, Cat Stevens, wrote it in the pangs of pain caused by a short separation from his

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M. Cole. The Carry-troubled waters. 2011. Acrylic on canvas.11"x14"Usually the narrative of a painting in the West goes as a written page, from left to right... At the left the past, at the right the future... action tends to go forward. In The Carry-troubled waters, the river rapids stormed the left of the picture, starting in a higher right ground....Believing that no image is such by chance

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M. Cole. Malpais. 2010. Acrylic on canvas. 8"x10"Dad and I shared a lot of times the mistery of how a song could trigger memories. Of course the songs that made us dream were years light apart, his of the forties and fifties, mostly soulful French songs and mine more robust contemporary stuff of the seventies and eighties...that now I see they are getting as old as his stuff compared to what my

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"Adios - Sunset over the Xitle range, south of Mexico City" 2010 fetched a bidding of $500 US Dlls. in the Marni Fund Auction of Krav Maga Worldwide Houston. I was able to contribute with this donation to the Breast Cancer Research Fund made in memoriam of Marni Levine. I did not had the honor of meeting her in person, but there is something in the eyes of those who were close to her that

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Similar raven that fed Elijah the Tishbite with bread and meat. From http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3qGs_ronYOiW0ttlC2yDdgFunny bird wearing a prayer shawl of grey feathers. Yet these big birds of the surrounding areas to Mt. Carmel in Israel appear in the Scripture as instruments of God´s grace towards Elijah, one of His obedient beloved in trouble: "So he went and did according to the

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M.H. Cole. Breaking surf. 16x20in. Acrylic on canvas board. May 2010Gemini month, dual, chaotic, unpredictable....Might not remember a single end of May and June in my life without the ripples turning into maelstroms and then, all of a sudden, quieting back. Most of my life´s turning points have happened "under the influence" of this astrological sign of blessings and curses. Time for the gentle

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A year from the graduation of the SEAL Adventure 24 hr. Challenge held at Fort Story, Virginia Beach, VA for the May 2009 class, this blog will publish a special post in gratitude to the classmates and instructors that made this possible.COMING SOON!

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El texto original de este artículo fue escrito en 1989 y publicado en la revista Industria-Órgano oficial de información de la Confederación Industrial de los Estados Unidos Mexicanos. Mucho ha pasado desde entonces. Revisar un texto implica la tentación de reescribirlo, sobre todo si median ya más de 15 años, tiempo suficiente para que los puntos de vista se afinen. Sin embargo, la anécdota que

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Gekko on a glass window. MHC March 2010¿Sientes tu corazón latir?"Eso" - que latía aún antes de tenermúsculo y sangre para hacerlo, y seguirá latiendo aún cuando ese corazón se haya detenido, prueba quela Vida es eterna.Es pecado de incoherencia el vivir como si uno no supiera el fin de la Historia, sabiéndolo. "Vana es nuestra fe" decía San Pablo, si la Resurrección no fuera un hecho.Aunque

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Since the French traveler Jean Baptiste Louis Gros, better known as Baron Gros, painted the emblematic silhouette of the volcanoes East of Mexico City, the Iztaccíhuatl and the Popocatépetl as seen from Texcoco, painted in the early 1830´s and shown on top of these lines, the subject became a favorite for painters wishing to explore the exotism of this new discovered land in the years following

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M. Cole. Sunrise over the Tepozteco. 2009. Acrylic on Canvas. 11"x8"The first exhibit I participated in the USA was a low key presentation at North Harris Lone Star College Gallery, as part as a faculty collective exhibit. My submission were two pictures -one was the first Iztaccíhuatl, shown in an earlier post of 2009, and the other is the one that opens this post, a memory of the Tepozteco

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Make a Smilebox slideshowJanuary was a hectic month. And at the end I found myself with the fact that I had reached the age of 49 years old....I still remember when at 8 I saw the far and away date of 2000 and doing the math realized I was going to be a very old lady of 39!!!!OK, ten years latter I´m still here. And desiring another piece of life-cake serving :)Making this Smilebox was kind of

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On December 22, 2005 my father passed away. This is the last pic we have together, taken in the Fall of 2003, courtesy of Dr. Ivan San Martin, who at the time was doing a research on the life and work of the architects involved in the design and construction of Mexico´s National University San Angel Campus. He requested to interview my father, who was already sick with Parkinson and he promptly

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A vase with light shining thru it. An orchid stem fed by light and water. A piece of that stem lying on the table. A vibrant contrast of two primaries, the yellow-gold and the blue, hued and contrasted with purple and dabs of orange. Visual balance. Perfection. This flower photo was taken by Robert Mapplethorpe (1946-1989), the controversial photographer who died young in the first strike of the

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Este post de reflexión de "género" a partir de las tres imágenes de unas damas que tienen en común sus brazos doblados, una mira a la izquierda, la otra a la derecha y la tercera al centro ha de leerse con suave música de fondo tocando la rola de I´m a Bitch de Alanis Morissette:"I hate the world todayYou’re so good to me, I knowBut I can changeTried to tell youBut you look at me like maybe I’m

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This cute painting by Paolo Uccello (XVth century) shows the Christian version of the mythological story of the fair damsel in need of a valiant knight in shining armor to rescue her from the dragon. The story tells about her family leaving her as an appeasing present to salvage the whole city. In this painting they appear in the far left, walking towards the protective city walls, after having

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Cerros -the title of this one- is untranslatable. Is not a hill, it is not a mountain, it is both. Not high enough to keep a cap of perpetual snow yet high enough to look bluish in the distance and take your breath away, either in a hike or just by watching them. A fellow student in the studio asked me where was the model I was copying. Nowhere but in my memory, retina and heart, for under a high

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Mexicano que de una forma u otra no celebre o recuerde el Día de Muertos, me temo que es un apátrida......Recordando a todos mis muertos.....a los que pasaron a otro plano y a los que todavía caminan por la tierra. Les ofrezco con cariño y respeto el cempasuchil -flor de luz- para que unos y otros encuentren su camino, sea a donde sea que vayan, del 1 al 2 de noviembre.

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Es un interesante ejercicio-juego social de autoconocimiento, más divertido si se hace entre varios amigos y se comparten los resultados. Cecilia me invitó y nos ha dado horas de conversación, autoanalisis y pensamiento analógico.Usando sólo los títulos de poemas o libros de UN POETA o ESCRITOR (o escritora, evidentemente), hay que responder ingeniosamente las preguntas que siguen. Se publican

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Desde el 28 de octubre de 2009 la Maestra Leonor Morales García ya es Doctora en Historia del Arte. Mejor dicho sería que desde esa fecha hay un título en papel que le confiere oficialmente el grado que su experiencia de años y años dedicada a la investigación y docencia de esa disciplina significaron. Su tesis fue sobre Las Bienales Iberoamericanas de Arte del Instituto Cultural Domecq,

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Ya es otoño. Viendo el sol ponerse, reflejando la luz sobre el roble y el pino del fondo del jardín me doy cuenta que cada tarde el sol dice adiós. Un "hasta luego" para regresar la mañana siguiente, tal vez tras un nublado, tal vez en toda su gloria. Pero por lo pronto dice adiós.Los humanos no estamos acostumbrados a decir adiós. O es motivo de tristeza o de furia -la negra cara del duelo- pero

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Thirteen years ago I left my paintbrushes aside....I had done inks and watercolors from 1977 to 1985, then after mostly insignificant art experiments I had a brief affair with pastels on paper developed into a mix media, using fixatives on heavy paper. 1995 to 1996... then all was put on hold.God had another plans. Earl Staley invited me to his art workshop class and I accepted. To learn and

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Homage to Dn. Juan Plazaola SJ Royal Basque Society of Friends of the CountryMexico City, Nov. 10th, 2005 (translated from Spanish)When his friend Eduardo Chillida died, Dn. Juan commented that those kind of homages were excessive. As if when a world famous person passed away, the living rivaled in talking about his glories, as contesting to share part of his endeavors. For a Christian, in his

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Tres son los mundosque tus aguas albergan:tres mundos,trasmundos,tres: el de la superficie,el de los reflejos,y el de lo profundo......De Cuernavaca, la Roja 1986

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Here I am with the first best group of Art Appreciation I had had since leaving Mexico. Not the best pic, but nowadays we cannot trust the automatic shutter of a digital camera anymore. Those were four intense weeks ending on May 28th just as I was getting ready to be the student of the most difficult course I had ever attempted in my life....subject for another post.Being a teacher is not easy..

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Tomo refugio -hasta que me ilumine- en el Buddha, en el Dharma y en la Sangha.Que por el mérito acumulado por la práctica de la generosidad y la compasión,alcance la Budeidad para beneficio de todos los seres sintientes, mis Madres....

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Mirror: the eye of the cat or the eye of the lens. Unity? Variety? It all depends. A fixed star or a wandering planet, Dust that attracts like a magnet.Divine intervention? the shattered mirror within. A shorthair, a sage or a warrior, A stormy cloud with a silvery rim

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Soy conscientede traspasar el umbraldel templo de la Santa Vacuidadsin salirme de mi ambiente.Doy testimonio de estar viva en esos instantes plenamente.En las tardes, junto a Schwalbe,cuando "componemos el mundo"y nos consolamos mutuamente.Cuando el Bobby me visita,me acompaña, me obedecey, desde su canina inteligencia,me da a entender que me quiere...Cuando me da por haceralgo nuevo que he

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(Translated from Spanish)Published in Arquitectónica Num. 9, año 5. México: Universidad Iberoamericana-Licenciatura en Arquitectura, 2006 and www.dondeestanloscables.com.mx November 5, 2006Of his whole career as an architect, José Hanhausen (1918-2005) will be remembered in the history of XXth century Mexican Architecture for being one of the young architects who contributed to the project of the

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He was born in 1918 in Mexico City....could be said that "in a far away place, a long time ago"...so is the world he knew as a child and a young man to the world Mexico City has become today. An artist by birth, an Architect by choice, his resume of his personal achievements in his career, started in the years of the consolidation of the modern Mexico, is quite remarkable. Among many things, he

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