GALEART

26 de septiembre de 2010

FOTO ORIGINAL

3 de septiembre de 2010

CASA CURUTCHET

10 de agosto de 2010

CASA CURUTCHET

ORIGINAL

PRUEBAS CON PHOTOSHOP

1 de abril de 2010

CUADERNOS

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21 de marzo de 2010

MI PRIMER CUADRO EN ÓLEO

ESMALTE SINTÉTICO SOBRE LIENZO

Intento de Jackson Pollock

ASÍ LO CONOCÍ

18 de marzo de 2010

CAJAS

ACRÍLICO SOBRE FIBROFÁCIL

MI PRIMER CUADRO ♥

AÑO 2000

17 de marzo de 2010

CARPETAS

COLLAGE

COLLAGE Y ACRÍLICO

FIBRA SOBRE PAPEL DE ILUSTRACIÓN

FIBRA ACUARELADA SOBRE PAPEL

ACRÍLICO SOBRE LIENZO

ACRÍLICO SOBRE PAPEL

16 de marzo de 2010

SEPARADORES SOBRE CARTULINA TAMAÑO A4

ACUARELA

ACUARELA Y MICROFIBRA

Starry, starry night

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer’s day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they’ll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they’ll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the strangers that you’ve met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they’re not listening still.
Perhaps they never will…

Don McLean

GALEART

Páginas

26 de septiembre de 2010

3 de septiembre de 2010

10 de agosto de 2010

1 de abril de 2010

CUADERNOS

21 de marzo de 2010

18 de marzo de 2010

CAJAS

17 de marzo de 2010

CARPETAS

16 de marzo de 2010

ir a

Todo

Yo

Seguidores

Starry, starry night

Starry, starry night