tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87760680260302743362024-03-06T06:03:02.825+00:00paisagem estranha entranhacontemporary landscape photography | paisagem estranha entranha | [e]strange[d] interior[ized] landscape · |collaborative photography & multimedia on contemporary landscape project. Each appearance builds on the previous one. Arles 2017Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-77419842698906754722014-02-08T17:55:00.003+00:002021-02-01T01:13:34.603+00:00António Guerra<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Vimeiro, © António Guerra, 2014</td></tr>
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His photography transmits a surreal touch, at times nostalgic, that leads to the construction of scenes in a catharsis of emotions invoked by contemplation.<br />
In <i>paisagem estranha entranha</i>, the author presents a group of work that considers if landscape results exclusively from looking, then it would be only what can be seen. But beyond the forms and volumes it is the emotion of strangeness aroused that makes for the difference in vision and feeling, that interiorizes the scene, then photographed.<br />
February 2014. AG (excerpts).<br />
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<br />Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-61825772237801915752014-02-08T17:55:00.002+00:002021-02-01T01:13:13.470+00:00Anne Holmes | COLOR ME NIGHT<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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A certain kind of magic happens when the sun goes down. Shadows play tricks on the imagination. Colours take on a new richness and depth. Forms become blurred, abstract, more painterly and mysterious. People simmer down and reveal themselves, angels becoming demons and demons becoming angels. Mythic creatures appear, and the line between what is safe and what you want, between madness and inspiration, becomes as nebulous as some of the resulting images.
Obscurity lends itself to a kind of reverie. A threshold presents itself, daring you to cross it, to dream and to live as in a dream. This journal by night is an expression of that space where the infinite and the finite seem to mingle with ease - a space I often find myself in, plotting my own destiny. AH<br />
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<br />Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-3525869219866762012014-02-08T17:50:00.001+00:002021-02-01T01:13:49.836+00:00Armando Ribeiro | VAPOUR TRAIL<div>
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"Life is like an ocean where our decisions make up for the continual tidal movements that make us fall in love, take on new projects, find new places or simply stay where we are.</div>
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It is a diary where I record and store images of moments, places and persons that come into my life. It is the proof of my existence and passage through this world…" AR<br />
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Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-77378527318680844412014-02-08T17:45:00.001+00:002021-02-01T01:14:07.683+00:00Brett Van Ort | MINESCAPE<div style="text-align: left;">
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"<i>Minescape</i> explores how nature temporarily reclaims the landscape, and injects fear back into the wilderness in the aftermath of a conflict, when underneath hides a most brutal and random killer: the land mine."<br />
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Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-48843218077727306572014-02-08T17:40:00.001+00:002021-02-01T01:14:39.604+00:00Briony Campbell & Duncan Nicol Robertson | NEW WORLD<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Over the tenth anniversary of 9/11, we drove from Michigan to Louisiana, following a route determined not by a map but by the suggestions of strangers we met along the way. We asked them about their relationship with their country, the changes in their lives over the last decade, and their hopes and fears for the future. Through these conversations we traveled a new, unfamiliar American landscape: troubled by conflict at home and abroad, politically divided and economically uncertain.<br />
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Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-58250772185911460772014-02-08T17:35:00.001+00:002021-02-01T01:14:51.731+00:00Bruno Lopes <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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The small nucleus of photographs presented here in the context of the <i>Paisagem estranha entranha</i> exhibition, are part of a more extensive production in continual development, an attempt to think about human intervention on landscape, emphasizing models and resistances, latent instabilities of an imposed order, moments of counterposition between a planned perennial structuring of space and the ancestral and untamed freedom of a natural setting that rapidly incorporates and, gradually, reconverts. BL<br />
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<br />Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-84980125202807222732014-02-08T17:30:00.002+00:002021-02-01T01:15:05.950+00:00Hin Chua | AFTER THE FALL<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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[...] <i>It directs its gaze to the ongoing environmental struggle taking place on these boundaries, where the urban zoning system begins to blur and unravel. The photographs explore the effects of the conflicts and collisions that are gradually and chaotically reshaping the spaces around us, played out in slow motion with unpredictable, often disturbing results. They prefigure or anticipate change, they are pictures in which change is often either visible or completely within the mind.</i><br />
<i>This silent hand-over, the transformation of one environment into another, may speak to something deeper within our collective memories: the alteration of places we once knew, an inexorable reminder of the inevitability of time… a farewell to personal Edens</i>. HC (excerpt)<br />
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Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-86928015573832297992014-02-08T17:25:00.000+00:002018-04-09T01:34:05.261+01:00José Manuel Bacelar | MIRROR OF HEAVEN<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<i>The sea, the mirror of heaven, is the motto for a trip along the portuguese coast. Portugal´s relation with the sea fascinates me, puzzles me and it is in my soul... </i>JB (excerpt)<br />
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<br />Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-40684471581304458362014-02-08T17:20:00.001+00:002021-02-01T01:15:31.974+00:00José Paulo Ferro | PAISAGEM REVELADA<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<i>My first individual painting exhibition was entitled Regresso à Paisagem ("Return to landscape"), and it was dedicated to António Carneiro.</i><br />
<i>During the last years my work has once again turned towards landscape, and trees and clouds in particular. Laboratory work with its accidents and the desire to recicle photographic paper, led me to discover the "quimigramas" ("chemical-grams").</i><br />
<i>From the experiments carried out using brushes, hands and fingers (for digital results), I preferred the landscapes that resulted from the immersions of paper in developer. The result where chemistry, gesture and chance draw the landscape, is what I propose for this exhibition.</i><br />
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Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-64336532094713559732014-02-08T17:18:00.001+00:002021-02-01T01:15:50.734+00:00Kim Haughtom | SHADOWLANDS<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylEOQqlm98v8Su-IpNcPtfbtivp1G5NfIlkweRq7JYMpXvJDTFMQTMgf3ya37pjWD0fWivrwua449qyo6zYziUQ9c9iHfmxYLPy4ZXwPeHHadTFxXqcDdkAojO7pmoIHhDhEz-UuuIAc/s1600/Kim_Haughton_Shadowlands_003.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Shadowlands, Kim Haughton, paisagem estranha entranha, tavira, multimedia, 2012" border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylEOQqlm98v8Su-IpNcPtfbtivp1G5NfIlkweRq7JYMpXvJDTFMQTMgf3ya37pjWD0fWivrwua449qyo6zYziUQ9c9iHfmxYLPy4ZXwPeHHadTFxXqcDdkAojO7pmoIHhDhEz-UuuIAc/s1600/Kim_Haughton_Shadowlands_003.jpg" title="Shadowlands, © Kim Haughton" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i><br />Shadowlands</i>, © Kim Haughton</td></tr>
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<i>Shadowlands</i> is a road-trip across post celtic- tiger Ireland’s graveyards of broken dreams. The photographs are a contemplation on life’s fragile hopes and the ephemeral nature of things. [...]<br />
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“<i>And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall. And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away, thy children leave the land.</i>”</blockquote>
[...] The Irish poet Oliver Goldsmith wrote his epic poem “The Deserted Village” in 1770 about an Irish village once teeming with life and the vulnerability of that rural life to power and money. Yet, these words could have been written today. Two hundred and thirty years on, things have changed but they remain the same. KH<br />
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Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-18144348162689453862014-02-08T17:12:00.000+00:002018-04-09T01:35:34.091+01:00Laura Hynd | LADY INTO HUT<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbPt5KkLr_zsChiwk96C8vGYtKiIfTcMZxJ_w4KaLopPNPG792R4iqFNL_yB7u2bU4AkGlrABI5-HLi0ruvKIp8Ewa16EDZ4TMQ4qkTK71UtE-PkSTAf95Q-NnfHNQpcWIPh7vj2OuIE4/s1600/LadyIntoHut_Hynd01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Lady into hut, © Laura Hynd" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbPt5KkLr_zsChiwk96C8vGYtKiIfTcMZxJ_w4KaLopPNPG792R4iqFNL_yB7u2bU4AkGlrABI5-HLi0ruvKIp8Ewa16EDZ4TMQ4qkTK71UtE-PkSTAf95Q-NnfHNQpcWIPh7vj2OuIE4/s1600/LadyIntoHut_Hynd01.jpg" title="Lady into, © Laura Hynd" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i><br />Lady into hut </i>series, © Laura Hynd</td></tr>
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The hut sits quietly in the hills as the valley moves and sighs, but it sits with the effect of a monumental tomb. Defiant. Lavishing its influence, denying its love.<br />
The hut encompasses a person. The overwhelming influence of this place and the loss of its creative patriarch are worked through and transformed into a new legacy through the experience of being and photographing a physical place.<br />
Removed from civilisation to observe, to direct ones gaze. The act and state of looking transforms ones mental attitude or view. Reacting to and experiencing the movements, the sighs, the influence.<br />
Lady into Hut is about transformation. Empirically being, photographing and becoming a place.<br />
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<i>Transformation stories are the means by which we make sense of the world, how we see the connections that, ‘the materialization of our age’ misses, and they belong to the universe that is ordered, not by reason alone, but by imagination, a universe in which change is the only constant</i> </div>
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<br />Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-248694114419964902014-02-08T17:10:00.000+00:002017-07-19T00:52:31.718+01:00Leonardo Wen | METABRASÍLIA<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0u5hUONYBGvJQgcnaM73C42QyF31tHnrAqNc34s9ftuWXrn2E0L0GoRsvtnMAG3fkAg8hCp4FsRBoy6PICp54CgB-0252GnA0WcOI86-hPVI_5LfyVMAelYvyFOQUxLANO5-wA787Kk/s1600/Leonardo_Wen_Metabrasilia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Metabrasília, © Leonardo Wen, paisagem estranha entranha, Porto, 2014, multimedia" border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0u5hUONYBGvJQgcnaM73C42QyF31tHnrAqNc34s9ftuWXrn2E0L0GoRsvtnMAG3fkAg8hCp4FsRBoy6PICp54CgB-0252GnA0WcOI86-hPVI_5LfyVMAelYvyFOQUxLANO5-wA787Kk/s1600/Leonardo_Wen_Metabrasilia.jpg" title="Metabrasília, © Leonardo Wen" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i><br />Metabrasília</i>, © Leonardo Wen</td></tr>
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<i>Like people, cities only open up for those willing to see them. Leonardo Wen, born in Brasília, subverts the common ideas about the Brazilian capital, its modernist architecture and its urbanism. He shows a city of contradictions, captured by the eye of someone who knows it as few people do.</i><i>There are signs, shadows, walls and trees. A city without heroes or monuments, living between light and darkness, through which people pass, sometimes without even noticing. A pulsating and alive place, unrecognisable at first glance, since the author avoids the obvious and disguises the well-known landmarks.</i><i>Generously, Brasília has let itself be photographed and seen as if it was naked. These images reconstruct the atmosphere of the capital, and in doing this, pay the city an homage.</i><br />
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Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-44239877684139183622014-02-08T17:08:00.000+00:002014-04-15T21:03:36.870+01:00Margarida Dias | MD25<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIgEuACBPzWLy86UKuZ7jwdJiaENATtWhDxGfxkDF_rRphy4y2eCx4Wq_X8SuoXqXeFlRhIrMLQzFQxgMAR584d48A-jGspQ7cTr0HNAcfsfL61P39a5fD5aArojkATsGwZ_DFl6ZvFQ/s1600/md25_Porto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="MD25, Margarida Dias, paisagem estranha enranha, porto" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIgEuACBPzWLy86UKuZ7jwdJiaENATtWhDxGfxkDF_rRphy4y2eCx4Wq_X8SuoXqXeFlRhIrMLQzFQxgMAR584d48A-jGspQ7cTr0HNAcfsfL61P39a5fD5aArojkATsGwZ_DFl6ZvFQ/s1600/md25_Porto.jpg" height="212" title="MD25, Margarida Dias" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
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MD25, © Margarida Dias</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">[...]"It is almost inevitable to remember Alice who, lost in Wonderland, decifers enigmas, finds beauty and ugliness, good and bad, sanity and madness, running away from, and trying to find, herself in an immense and beautiful underground garden where, having to face many and unexpected adventures, she finds and explores capacities previously unknown to her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Margarida Dias has always worked to simplify metaphors and enigmas, in no hurry. Her rabbit is not the White Rabbit who, with an enormous watch, led Alice to his burrow that would later reveal an unending tunnel that once passed, took her to a long corridor leading to an atrium surrounded by closed doors that impose on her choices as decisions." [...]</span><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJMKgJbGGm-jmBFdrhn9XshtV9IdTODoofl2hAy20BA3soHkdie5Csc_Gzgn9YFk57wjxET1JLxVjoBGUNm7TdUGuTZKOq9YzLH1KqTt1DI5NSbsEq_dc_BcVIJDbQxK4H_UKYnB5J-Q/s1600/From+space-1.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="From Space, Maria Tomé, Paisagem estranha entranha, Porto, Tavira" border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYJMKgJbGGm-jmBFdrhn9XshtV9IdTODoofl2hAy20BA3soHkdie5Csc_Gzgn9YFk57wjxET1JLxVjoBGUNm7TdUGuTZKOq9YzLH1KqTt1DI5NSbsEq_dc_BcVIJDbQxK4H_UKYnB5J-Q/s1600/From+space-1.jpg" title="From Space, Maria Tomé" width="265" /></a></td></tr>
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<i>From Space</i>, Maria Tomé</td></tr>
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<span face=""noto sans" , sans-serif" style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.8px;">The orientation of the gaze, of looking, focus of attention, enable her to illuminate the object's unconscious, instead of following a more narrative route. More than create, she chooses to "reveal" thus setting out an access route to her parallel vision of everyday. Marai Tomé stages her world with the instruments that surroun her: photographic cameras, scissors, x-acto knives, needles ... Always leaving room for chance, the fortuitous, her works submit themselves to these and bear this mark.</span></span><span face=""noto sans" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-size: 13.6364px; line-height: 16.8px;"> </span><br />
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Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-52593046984509934422014-02-08T17:00:00.002+00:002021-02-01T01:17:01.209+00:00Marta Covita | QUE PAISAGEM APAGARÁS<div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlk1DiKdz2zt4oCD6etCW0ftv7jb65G8Sot-q0J5KyI50jQIAMN6ytV6KmxFpCOGbg1jFqOrxlwkuGb_eZdIxATFO17Gqh9-PFNYolZE8EmPL71iSQKZQnDdAuCbS3CUmlLNCURocPvdc/s1600/Marta+Covita.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Que paisagem apagarás, Marta Covita, paisagem estranha entranha, Tavira, Porto, 2012, 2014" border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlk1DiKdz2zt4oCD6etCW0ftv7jb65G8Sot-q0J5KyI50jQIAMN6ytV6KmxFpCOGbg1jFqOrxlwkuGb_eZdIxATFO17Gqh9-PFNYolZE8EmPL71iSQKZQnDdAuCbS3CUmlLNCURocPvdc/s1600/Marta+Covita.jpg" title="Que paisagem apagarás, @ Marta Covita" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
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<i>Que paisagem apagarás</i>, @ Marta Covita</td></tr>
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Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-917572691465334802014-02-08T16:55:00.001+00:002021-02-01T01:17:16.012+00:00Marta Moreiras | FINIS TERRE<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLozDqBGovsyQT_aoVuoyt-G5DIUzkBWQBhdoyO-8xSYSO8nesIh7l7JFzunJehXjuEm55QHj5G7jWnmYbD5GrmB7eVQv6Ld3sgcsASTN14fwEUZuTvspl71R_wWYvUvYGQfX8v990Xo/s1600/_MG_0723_10x15cm.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Finis Terre, Marta Moreiras, paisagem esranha entranha, Tavira, Porto, 2012, 2014" border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLozDqBGovsyQT_aoVuoyt-G5DIUzkBWQBhdoyO-8xSYSO8nesIh7l7JFzunJehXjuEm55QHj5G7jWnmYbD5GrmB7eVQv6Ld3sgcsASTN14fwEUZuTvspl71R_wWYvUvYGQfX8v990Xo/s1600/_MG_0723_10x15cm.jpg" title="Finis Terre, © Marta Moreiras" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
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<i>Finis Terre</i>,<i> </i>© Marta Moreiras</td></tr>
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End of a route, and beginning of another, <i>Finis Terre </i>is an emotional and atmospheric journey through scenes of the galician coastline, where the invisible becomes visible revealing that there is light in obscurity.<br />
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The Oporto version of Marta's work was displayed in light boxes. In Tavira it was presented in multimedia format.<br />
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<br />Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-4307709875004023852014-02-08T16:47:00.001+00:002023-03-12T19:02:42.854+00:00Miguel Proença | TERRA CINZA<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB5hn1O6Yrysz-8ypuD_XU2NEBcMCiUcha4DKiWQJlGZPKZvtzDbInyDZ_tLfaU6X8izgBN1Jf3SnT6jHqHqE7ZpSfeu5QqQQIl1a9XlPFhZ76vJWkYnUiyS1D-WBl0VgI5JONBLOhxnE/s1600/Miguel_Proenca_Terra_Cinza.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Terra Cinza, Miguel Proença in paisagem estranha entranha, multimedia, 2014, Porto" border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB5hn1O6Yrysz-8ypuD_XU2NEBcMCiUcha4DKiWQJlGZPKZvtzDbInyDZ_tLfaU6X8izgBN1Jf3SnT6jHqHqE7ZpSfeu5QqQQIl1a9XlPFhZ76vJWkYnUiyS1D-WBl0VgI5JONBLOhxnE/s1600/Miguel_Proenca_Terra_Cinza.jpg" title="Terra Cinza © Miguel Proença" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
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<i>Terra Cinza</i> © Miguel Proença</td></tr>
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The photographs of the abandoned (1964) São Domingos mine ruins take the absence of colour to the extreme of black and white, removing from that landscape, from those ruins, a dominating reason for amazement, thus opening up the possibility for an alternative viewing experience, and also establishing an initial connection with the burnt hill ecology.<br />
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Representing the spatiality of the two situations - mine and hills - was also an important concern, and to this effect panoramic images (6 images, c. 150-180º view) were assembled and these views complemented by more tightly framed photographs. In the panoramic views, the viewpoint intentionally avoids dominating the landscape in order to provide various paths for the observer to follow, to be drawn, to be lured, and to “enter”. </div>
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For this multimedia version of "<a href="https://miguel-proenca.pt/photo-work/terra-cinza-multimedia" target="_blank">Terra cinza" Armando Ribeiro re-edited the work, Pedro Gomes Marques selected David Shea's <i>Giton's theme</i> as music</a>. David kindly contributed the use of his music to the multimedia presentation. I still recognize the initial photo work, but here the photographs gain an unspeakable dimension, an autonomy and a plasticity beyond description. What a collaboration, thank you!</div>
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Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-73463264660137917112014-02-08T16:45:00.001+00:002021-02-01T01:17:43.518+00:00Natasha Revez | WONDERSCAPE<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSdifavlxV15sFnvEf2WOaJ23uOcqenjJhmLWpvLBNEX6t7_1HHw3vM_IW7EJ0C0z5PfBWk09bRS4vp4Yog_4bF3o2HRB0kOrfzN3bwEno8RkwvTBib5t9KdkYlsJx3JN56I-gzcPGXk/s1600/IMG_2313a-1.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Wonderscape, Natasha Revez, paisagem estranha entranha, wall, 2012, 2014, Porto, Tavira" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSdifavlxV15sFnvEf2WOaJ23uOcqenjJhmLWpvLBNEX6t7_1HHw3vM_IW7EJ0C0z5PfBWk09bRS4vp4Yog_4bF3o2HRB0kOrfzN3bwEno8RkwvTBib5t9KdkYlsJx3JN56I-gzcPGXk/s1600/IMG_2313a-1.jpg" title="Wonderscape, © Natasha Revez" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
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Wonderscape, © Natasha Revez</td></tr>
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<i>Wonderscape</i> is a plotless story about stunning encounters with the Ria Formosa and the beings that inhabit therein.
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<i>I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!</i><br />
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<br />Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-33299023885759343272014-02-08T16:40:00.001+00:002021-02-01T01:17:54.224+00:00Nick Rochowski & Tim Bowditch | HIND LAND<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqvI5T_0x4oY3u2aUlRx36VfPt8YjlNbttpba_GEj8V9ZTjZPHryIPAXx6rqpb3E3vSS0Eqe2k45kYnwhT_LsuVe3QHGfqlON8hR5155ItxoTyRVrAk-7zrVYitCUjYWc5cCgijZW-dfI/s1600/Nick+Rochowski+%2526+Tim+Bowditch-Hind+Land-HINDLAND_06.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Hind Land, Nick Rochowski, Tim Bowditch, paisagem estranha entranha, 2012, 2014" border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqvI5T_0x4oY3u2aUlRx36VfPt8YjlNbttpba_GEj8V9ZTjZPHryIPAXx6rqpb3E3vSS0Eqe2k45kYnwhT_LsuVe3QHGfqlON8hR5155ItxoTyRVrAk-7zrVYitCUjYWc5cCgijZW-dfI/s1600/Nick+Rochowski+%2526+Tim+Bowditch-Hind+Land-HINDLAND_06.jpg" title="Hind Land, © Nick Rochowski & Tim Bowditch" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i><br />Hind Land</i>, © Nick Rochowski & Tim Bowditch</td></tr>
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<i>Hind Land</i> is a collaborative work by photographers Nick Rochowski and Tim Bowditch, surveying the pedestrian walkways beneath London’s Orbital M25 motorway. Since it’s completion 25 years ago the M25 has dramatically changed the landscape of the surrounding area and come to define the boundary of the city.<br />
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We are fascinated by the voids left by the motorway as it carves through the landscape. The road divides the countryside in two, leaving a visible and audible rip in the environment above the ground, and a no-man's land beneath.</div>
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We aim to survey these voids at night, using an Achromatic Digital Back capable of creating wide spectrum black and white images, a technology often used for aerial surveillance, as it is able to record the visible as well as the infrared and ultraviolet parts of the spectrum. NR & TB (excerpts).</div>
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» <a href="http://www.rochowski.net/" target="_blank">Nick's site</a><br />
» <a href="http://timbowditch.com/" target="_blank">Tim's site</a></div>
Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-59405083748938181372014-02-08T16:38:00.001+00:002021-02-01T01:18:12.840+00:00Paula Ferro | OLHAR REVOLTO<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRk5KYsUZtoRLmNqDljjv8AmXSRpv1zcJmV0NP6mm99ZftrwVg-3Bme3Crcn_-JbrJ72k5w7hi0-xKDzYKKi2c1umGcl8QDbj6siT4uu8wO7jItBmxB3J5FpB_Iq2gTIGez_dSW5KLvk/s1600/Paula+Ferro-olhar+revolto_DSC04522.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Olhar revolto, © Paula Ferro, paisagem estranha entranha" border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRk5KYsUZtoRLmNqDljjv8AmXSRpv1zcJmV0NP6mm99ZftrwVg-3Bme3Crcn_-JbrJ72k5w7hi0-xKDzYKKi2c1umGcl8QDbj6siT4uu8wO7jItBmxB3J5FpB_Iq2gTIGez_dSW5KLvk/s1600/Paula+Ferro-olhar+revolto_DSC04522.JPG" title="Olhar revolto, © Paula Ferro" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i><br />Olhar revolto</i>, © Paula Ferro</td></tr>
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<i>Sight</i><br />
<i>open to amazement</i><br />
<i>throws itself upon the everyday places</i><br />
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<i>revolves itself</i><br />
<i>looking for the new</i><br />
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<i>Hidden portals in the corner of seeing, open up to other readings on life, in the same space.*</i><br />
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<i>o olhar</i><i>aberto ao pasmo</i><i>atira-se aos lugares de sempre</i><i><br /></i><i>revolve o mesmo</i><i>busca novidade </i><i><br /></i><i>Portais escondidos nos recantos do ver, abrem caminhos para outras interpretações da vida, no mesmo espaço. </i>PF</blockquote>
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* note on translation: <i>Olhar Revolto</i> can be translated as <i>Revolved Eye</i> </div>
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Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-365135500735230012014-02-08T16:33:00.000+00:002014-04-15T20:58:05.334+01:00Tito Mouraz | OPEN SPACE OFFICE<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LK0IDzHNPmukCUQaqoN97u_l_eLzQUGrjhjl6kG6jRcCgY4ItqfOmuAzawjWQCeQc9nHcPFCHjMTUNZGh0LrwcNg31HTHVNJNZn5XufWGdjBykRaTavv5KFSN1RJf0_tPEGcCvJg90k/s1600/Tito_Mouraz_Open_Space_Office.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Open Space Office, © Tito Mouraz, paisagem estranha entranha, 2014, Porto, multimédia" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LK0IDzHNPmukCUQaqoN97u_l_eLzQUGrjhjl6kG6jRcCgY4ItqfOmuAzawjWQCeQc9nHcPFCHjMTUNZGh0LrwcNg31HTHVNJNZn5XufWGdjBykRaTavv5KFSN1RJf0_tPEGcCvJg90k/s1600/Tito_Mouraz_Open_Space_Office.jpg" height="320" title="Open Space Office, © Tito Mouraz" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i><br />Open Space Office</i>, © Tito Mouraz</td></tr>
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The series presented here was taken in Portugal over a 3-year period and represents a transformed landscape that mirrors Man as its constructive, reconstructive and contemplative being. The landscape appears completely and irreversibly transformed and it was this transformation that interested me towards this project, where the landscape and its matter became the points of reference. [...] </div>
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Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-19356860494044475002014-02-08T16:30:00.000+00:002014-04-17T19:33:05.968+01:00Valter Ventura | MAPAS PRECEDENTES, «Compendium of Nothing» series <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xbG2g72D0Zkhgz7t70m_3l685yWXBdHxtgAlpTULRbivFqyhlS0csnR8NRO7vNO88WtZg4u9u0eTXzN4JHwHajpk_truFuSgOViMihBMLvcwLGrlHrLGgYMlk2IeOMoiNgrWuaRaXn8/s1600/valter-ventura_mapa-precedente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Compêndio do nada, Valter Ventura, in paisagem estranha entranha 2014, Porto" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xbG2g72D0Zkhgz7t70m_3l685yWXBdHxtgAlpTULRbivFqyhlS0csnR8NRO7vNO88WtZg4u9u0eTXzN4JHwHajpk_truFuSgOViMihBMLvcwLGrlHrLGgYMlk2IeOMoiNgrWuaRaXn8/s1600/valter-ventura_mapa-precedente.jpg" height="277" title="Compêndio do nada, ©Valter Ventura" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i style="text-align: start;">Compêndio do nada series</i><span style="text-align: start;"> © Valter Ventura</span></td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: center;"> </span><i style="text-align: center;">The map precedes the territory</i><span style="text-align: center;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Jean Baudrillard, <br /><i>Simulacra and Simulations</i>, 1983. </span></div>
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In language "being" (person) and "being" (place) are confusing terms. One of the most remote philosophical questions combines personal knowledge ("Who am I?"), with the idea of traveling in space ("where I come from?" and "where am I going?").<br />
The notion of nothing is astounding. We don't know it, we don't possess the words to describe it, and we don't have the images to identify it. It's the border of what we are, and the boundary of were we are.VV<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-79329240196767618802014-02-08T16:27:00.001+00:002021-02-01T01:18:38.388+00:00Zed Nelson | HACKNEY - A TALE OF TWO CITIES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWPnVCM6QtFDke22qGZXbq_TRt4pUZdf6XZ6WMzvVoyg0yQvvjZJbK4ttw1SumgRzkp0PcvGH8i7Ky56hUFVFGTfTbxzCduKG9KZAafA-Sqye3JSNHbSEro2aiHHWKJY0f9PsVK2vFtg/s1600/Zed_Nelson_Hackney_003B.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Hackney - A tale of two cities, © Zed Nelson, multimedia, paisagem estranha entranha, Tavira, 2012" border="0" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWPnVCM6QtFDke22qGZXbq_TRt4pUZdf6XZ6WMzvVoyg0yQvvjZJbK4ttw1SumgRzkp0PcvGH8i7Ky56hUFVFGTfTbxzCduKG9KZAafA-Sqye3JSNHbSEro2aiHHWKJY0f9PsVK2vFtg/s1600/Zed_Nelson_Hackney_003B.jpg" title="Hackney - A tale of two cities, © Zed Nelson" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><i><br />Hackney - A tale of two cities</i>, © Zed Nelson</td></tr>
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<i>It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us...</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>A Tale of Two Cities</i>, Charles Dickens (1812 - 1870)</span></div>
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[...]The social landscape for an under-privileged teenager growing up in Hackney, one of London’s poorest boroughs, is a million light-years away from the new urban hipsters who frequent the cool bars and expensive cappuccino café’s springing up in the same streets. These worlds co-exist side-by-side but<br />
entirely separate, creating bizarre juxtapositions of wealth and poverty, aspiration and hopelessness. ZN (excerpts)<br />
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Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-53663871708855517922014-02-08T00:30:00.000+00:002014-04-17T19:41:45.211+01:00paisagem estranha entranha - 2014 | PUBLICATION<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Q: “How was it ?”<br />
A: “I don´t know, I haven’t seen the photos yet.”<br />
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The “paisagem estranha entranha” ([e]strange[d] interior[ized] landscape) project began taking shape in 2011, with its first public moment as a group exhibition by the same name at Casa das Artes de Tavira in 2012. During that initial public contact the current project´s orientation and goals were set out.<br />
These initial goals and orientation set out to establish productive terms of reference to work “landscape” without necessarily trying to establish a clear definition of the term itself. We set out to think of landscape as the result of an action, of a staged scene, carried out by those modifying or photographing it.<br />
To these broad initial terms of reference we associated the idea of “making strange” whereby scenes that can initially be considered familiar cease to be as a result of their photographic transposition. Occurring in many different forms, this transmutation from familiar to strange serves as an initial interpretative support to access additional meanings of the individual works presented.<br />
The presentation mode chosen – exhibition and multimedia – for the work, also points to a slippage in photography, where digital technology has modified, accelerated and even fragmented our photographic way of thinking.<br />
The enthusiastic participation of authors of diverse origin and photographic filiation in this second public moment, at the Galeria Geraldes da Silva in Oporto, is in itself evidence of the importance landscape assumes as a means of understanding, of coming to terms with, our world. The approaches used and the landscapes presented point, clearly, to the possibility of various worlds, the possibility of the existence of diverse coordinate systems, to interiorize, to [e]strange, towards a broader critical sense, of landscape, and of the photographic device itself, and, in a last instance, of our own existence. An existence where the moment of looking (and thinking) is deferred to later…<br />
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<a href="http://www.arribphoto.com/" target="_blank">Armando Ribeiro</a> and <a href="http://xn--miguel-proena-tgb.com/" target="_blank">Miguel Proença</a>, February 2014<br />
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logo and book design by <a href="http://patriciaproenca.com/">Patrícia Proença Design</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13px;">Publication: </span><i style="font-size: 13px;">paisagem estranha entranha, </i><span style="font-size: 13px;">Oporto, 2014</span>Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776068026030274336.post-55960340729988324112014-02-08T00:25:00.000+00:002017-05-19T21:16:11.143+01:00paisagem estranha entranha Oporto | INVITATION | 8 Feb., 17h00, Galeria Geraldes da Silva<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYLjwj1AxW3J2ivzItMVfn8qE51tak74frEkuW35Lt4nXQGVowWeq16vI0mN6BRDt_ITQBLP0cCjI7aQCm8pULsjSr6JonsHMht2-aF4qpKgYLwCdapPzckb9CBi90UmilOdDnjYRb1M4/s1600/Convite_Paisagem-estranha-entranha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Invitation, design Patrícia Proença, Porto, 2014, design" border="0" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYLjwj1AxW3J2ivzItMVfn8qE51tak74frEkuW35Lt4nXQGVowWeq16vI0mN6BRDt_ITQBLP0cCjI7aQCm8pULsjSr6JonsHMht2-aF4qpKgYLwCdapPzckb9CBi90UmilOdDnjYRb1M4/s1600/Convite_Paisagem-estranha-entranha.jpg" title="Invitation, design Patrícia Proença Design" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
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Collective photography and multimedia exhibition with António Guerra, Armando Ribeiro, Brett Van Ort, Briony Campbell & Duncan Nicol Robertson, Bruno Lopes, Hin Chua, José Manuel Bacelar, José Paulo Ferro, Leonardo Wen, Margarida Dias, Maria Tomé, Marta Covita, Miguel Proença, Natasha Revez, Marta Moreiras, Tim Bowditch & Nick Rochowski, Tito Mouraz, and Valter Ventura.<br />
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At Galeria Geraldes da Silva, Rua de Santo Ildefonso n 225/229, Oporto.<br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">authors </span><span style="color: #666666;">» <a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/04/antonio-guerra.html">António Guerra</a>, <a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/04/armando-ribeiro-vapour-trail.html" target="_blank">Armando Ribeiro</a>, <a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/04/brett-van-ort-minescape.html" target="_blank">Brett Van Ort</a>, <a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/04/briony-campbell-duncan-nicol-robertson.html">Briony Campbell & Duncan Nicol Robertson</a>,</span><span style="color: #666666;"> </span><a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/04/bruno-lopes.html" target="_blank">Bruno Lopes</a><span style="color: #666666;">, </span><a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/02/hin-chua-after-fall.html" target="_blank">Hin Chua</a><span style="color: #666666;">, </span><a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/02/jose-bacelar-mirror-of-heaven.html" target="_blank">José Manuel Bacelar</a><span style="color: #666666;">, </span><a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/03/leonardo-wen-metabrasilia.html" target="_blank">Leonardo Wen</a><span style="color: #666666;">, <a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/04/jose-paulo-ferro-paisagem-revelada.html">José Paulo Ferro</a>, </span><a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/04/margarida-dias-md25.html" target="_blank">Margarida Dias</a><span style="color: #666666;">, </span><a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/03/maria-tome-from-space.html" target="_blank">Maria Tomé</a><span style="color: #666666;">, </span><span style="color: #666666;"><a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/04/marta-covita-que-paisagem-apagaras.html">Marta Covita</a>, </span><a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/03/marta-moreiras-finis-terre.html" target="_blank">Marta Moreiras</a><span style="color: #666666;">, </span><a href="http://www.miguelproenca.org/" target="_blank">Miguel Proença</a><span style="color: #666666;">, <a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/03/natasha-revez-wonderscape.html">Natasha Revez</a>, </span><a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/03/nick-rochowski-tim-bowditch-hind-land.html">Tim Bowditch<span style="color: #666666;"> & </span>Nick Rochowski</a><span style="color: #666666;">,</span><a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/02/tito-mouraz-open-space-office.html" target="_blank"> Tito Mouraz</a><span style="color: #666666;">, </span><a href="http://paisagem-estranha-entranha.blogspot.com/2014/04/valter-ventura-mapas-precedentes.html" target="_blank">Valter Ventura</a><span style="color: #666666;">.</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">other »</span> <span style="color: #666666;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/1410432295870858/" target="_blank">event on facebook</a>, <a href="http://galeriageraldes.blogspot.pt/" target="_blank">Galeria Geraldes da Silva,</a> <a href="http://acasadasartes.org/ACAT2012/paisagem%20estranha%20entranha/paisagemestranha.html" target="_blank">Casa das Artes (2012)</a>, <a href="http://patriciaproenca.com/" target="_blank">Patrícia Proença</a>.</span>Miguel Proençahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449027809476477578noreply@blogger.com0