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My teacher said that no one could tell having seen a movie if I had not seen on the big screen of a cinema. Similarly, I think nobody can say he knows the work of Marcelo Pombo, if it was only through reproductions.
This is the karma of those live for centuries away from the main stages of Western art, to try to keep abreast of developments and trends that were taking place in Europe and then in the U.S., the only choice was to travel or study based on faded reproductions of both switch hand in hand, but could not be interpreted unequivocally missing face appearance.
time gave us revenge, and if, as imagined by the art critic Robert Hughes, now live in a world where there radicant more an art center, but many schools today, then our peripheral position of the past no longer it is both and this situation can be reversed.
A reproduction, a photograph or a picture from the Internet, we petty much information in relation to a painting. The speed of the strokes, overlapping layers, the order in which the images were appearing, the tool used to place the painting, the actual size of the work, become anecdotal and unnoticed aspects. There are only shapes, colors and a picture with some resemblance to the original. Second-hand image.
And if we speak of a Van Gogh on display in a hidden corner of Bulgaria, playing not only justified but is necessary, but an Argentine artist there is no excuse. The photograph of a work of Pombo has nothing to do with a painting Pombo. We well escape the delicacy of your bill, the patience with which distills each of its points in relief, with tiny concentric circles that surround each other, the impression of the work as a whole, despair and want to spend your fingers gently over to capture the dimension table also in touch, and nothing more and nothing less than his aura.
For all this, the images illustrating this note does not mean anything. The truth about them is in San Telmo Gallery Zavaleta Lab, in the sample The depth of the sea. Zavaleta Lab
Venezuela
567
Until August 7
This is the karma of those live for centuries away from the main stages of Western art, to try to keep abreast of developments and trends that were taking place in Europe and then in the U.S., the only choice was to travel or study based on faded reproductions of both switch hand in hand, but could not be interpreted unequivocally missing face appearance.
time gave us revenge, and if, as imagined by the art critic Robert Hughes, now live in a world where there radicant more an art center, but many schools today, then our peripheral position of the past no longer it is both and this situation can be reversed.
A reproduction, a photograph or a picture from the Internet, we petty much information in relation to a painting. The speed of the strokes, overlapping layers, the order in which the images were appearing, the tool used to place the painting, the actual size of the work, become anecdotal and unnoticed aspects. There are only shapes, colors and a picture with some resemblance to the original. Second-hand image.
And if we speak of a Van Gogh on display in a hidden corner of Bulgaria, playing not only justified but is necessary, but an Argentine artist there is no excuse. The photograph of a work of Pombo has nothing to do with a painting Pombo. We well escape the delicacy of your bill, the patience with which distills each of its points in relief, with tiny concentric circles that surround each other, the impression of the work as a whole, despair and want to spend your fingers gently over to capture the dimension table also in touch, and nothing more and nothing less than his aura.
For all this, the images illustrating this note does not mean anything. The truth about them is in San Telmo Gallery Zavaleta Lab, in the sample The depth of the sea. Zavaleta Lab
Venezuela
567
Until August 7