<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:27:23.172-08:00</updated><category term='Peace-Maker'/><category term='Drowning by Numbers'/><category term='Le Rêve by Fabrice Ziegler'/><category term='Vítima'/><category term='Teddy Suite'/><category term='Preto e Branco'/><category term='Comic Strip'/><category term='Shoot the Fucking Pufas'/><category term='Laranja Mecânica'/><category term='It&apos;s Allways Christmas around Here'/><category term='Lady Killers'/><category term='Exhibition Casa Bocage (new)'/><category term='My sex in the City'/><category term='Exposição Sombras Latentes'/><category term='Fuck your dreams this is heaven'/><category term='Venda de imagens'/><category term='Teddy'/><category term='Não quero ir a essa exposição'/><category term='O Eterno Retorno'/><category term='Images and Text Expo Video Quit Video'/><category term='Apresentação/Presentation'/><category term='Vote PMU'/><category term='Exposição Teddies'/><category term='Ofélia'/><category term='Exhibition Casa Bocage Invitation'/><category term='Mémoire Équivoque'/><category term='Artista'/><category term='O Grito'/><category term='Performance da Kotomi'/><title type='text'>Mémoire Équivoque</title><subtitle type='html'>Virginie Duhamel Projects</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-2109822629388251325</id><published>2011-12-05T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:09:16.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venda de imagens'/><title type='text'>Fuck Christmas VivA A Arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Este ano, em vez de gastar em objectos desnecessários, porqué não investir em fotografia?Também podem encomendar o vosso retrato degolado, individual ou em família!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;E também, todas as seguintes imagens em formato cartaz por 15 euros máximo consoante o tamanho!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pzBoSN3pSw/Tt4mSqJgNZI/AAAAAAAABPY/8TwfwpM_Mbs/s1600/La%2BPenseuse%2BFinale.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pzBoSN3pSw/Tt4mSqJgNZI/AAAAAAAABPY/8TwfwpM_Mbs/s320/La%2BPenseuse%2BFinale.gif" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Inkjet print on premium semi-mate paper em dois tamanhos, cinco reproduções cada:&lt;br /&gt;- 67 / 45 cm (com margem branca)  180€&lt;br /&gt;- 40 / 30 cm (com margem branca)  60€&lt;br /&gt;. Inkjet print on Fine Art Paper paper em dois tamanhos, cinco reproduções cada:&lt;br /&gt;- 67 / 45 cm (com margem branca)  300€&lt;br /&gt;- 40 / 30 cm (com margem branca)  120€&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rDhA5X_lT3s/Tt4nFmrFclI/AAAAAAAABPk/LZ3dakqX71s/s1600/Vomi%2BC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rDhA5X_lT3s/Tt4nFmrFclI/AAAAAAAABPk/LZ3dakqX71s/s320/Vomi%2BC.gif" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Inkjet print on premium semi-mate paper or Glossy em dois tamanhos, cinco reproduções cada:&lt;br /&gt;- 60 / 47 cm (com margem branca)  120€&lt;br /&gt;- 40 / 30 cm (com margem branca)   50€&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJHcAwyRyHE/Tt4np1I7N_I/AAAAAAAABQg/OVQ1M5qilRw/s1600/Proposta%2BRetrato.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJHcAwyRyHE/Tt4np1I7N_I/AAAAAAAABQg/OVQ1M5qilRw/s320/Proposta%2BRetrato.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrato em degolada/o, ou em família (aceitam se animais de estimação) 50 € por pessoa a tiragem fotográfica, preços das impressões a combinar à posteriori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-2109822629388251325?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/2109822629388251325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=2109822629388251325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/2109822629388251325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/2109822629388251325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-christmas-viva-arte.html' title='Fuck Christmas VivA A Arte'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pzBoSN3pSw/Tt4mSqJgNZI/AAAAAAAABPY/8TwfwpM_Mbs/s72-c/La%2BPenseuse%2BFinale.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-295771195010602368</id><published>2011-12-05T08:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T06:54:23.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images and Text Expo Video Quit Video'/><title type='text'>Video Quit Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCVSwqCN6tg/Tt4oclT-KlI/AAAAAAAABQs/NmxcECdlftg/s1600/La%2BPenseuse%2BFinale.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCVSwqCN6tg/Tt4oclT-KlI/AAAAAAAABQs/NmxcECdlftg/s320/La%2BPenseuse%2BFinale.gif" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La Penseuse&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Inkjet print on premium semi-mate paper&lt;/i&gt;, com moldura dourada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YsCW9ft016I/Tt4ohGeEjSI/AAAAAAAABQ4/SQMTDb72hy8/s1600/Vomi%2BC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YsCW9ft016I/Tt4ohGeEjSI/AAAAAAAABQ4/SQMTDb72hy8/s320/Vomi%2BC.gif" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Le Vomi&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Inkjet print on premium semi-mate paper&lt;/i&gt;, com moldura preta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Arial";}@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Video QuitVideo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Elle est fascinéela penseuse médusée par son maitre"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Julia Kristeva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;"Freedom is free of the need to be free" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Funkadelic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Just don'tdo it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Há umas semanas atrás,decidimos, com minha filha mais nova, irmos "às compras". Elaprecisava (ou assim julgava) dumas calças de ganga. Fomos às lojas maispróximas, ou onde há mais escolha (julgávamos nós). Ao fim de cinco minutosnuma das lojas, ficamos enojadas e quisemos ir embora. A música, intragável, atemperatura, bem acima do necessário, @s empregad@s desagradáveis e infelizes,e a roupa... a roupa! Tudo &lt;i&gt;made in&lt;/i&gt;China, ou Tailândia, visto um empregado de lá ser pago em média 60 cêntimos àhora. Quanto à qualidade do produto em si, também está controlada para nãodurar muito e ser trocado rapidamente. Insisti, fomos ver outras lojas, todascom as mesma características. Stradivarius, Zara, Bershka, H&amp;amp;M, Pull &amp;amp;Bear, Natura etc.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Voltámos paracasa, frustradas. E, trocámos roupa entre nós! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Arial";}@font-face {  font-family: "Times";}@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }h2 { margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 18pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-weight: bold; }p { margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }span.Heading2Char { font-family: Times; font-weight: bold; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Está tudo em marcha,perfeitamente estruturado para fazer-nos acreditar que precisamos desse consumodesenfreado (desde o marketing,&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;àpublicidade passando pelas marcas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;"A Nike, por exemplo, aproveita a profunda ligação emocional que as pessoas têm com odesporto e a saúde física. Com a Starbucks, vemos como o café se envolveu natrama da vida das pessoas, e é essa a nossa&lt;b&gt;oportunidade&lt;/b&gt; de aproveitamento emocional. (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt; Scott Bedbury, antigo chefe do marketing da Nik&lt;i&gt;e, in No Logo&lt;/i&gt;, Naomi Klein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Artistas plásticos,criadores de moda, designers, músicos, atletas, actores,&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;e romancistas são usados para os seusanúncios. A cultura é a da publicidade.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;A paisagem é a das marcas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;"(...)os patrocinadores empresariais e a cultura se fundiram para criarem umaterceira cultura um universo fechado de pessoas com nomes de marca, produto comnomes de marca e meios de comunicação com nomes de marca", in No Logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;, Naomi Klein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;É a apropriaçãocomercial de toda nossa vida e aspirações. Essa coisa chamada de &lt;i&gt;Entertainment&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ora&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;todos temos Escolha. O olhar do Outro,o facto de sermos cool perante os outros, mais "modernos",atractivos, não deve continuar a impor-se. Temos de seguir cada vez mais onosso instincto. O livre arbítrio não é uma utopia: Guerilla Girls, caçadaanti-&lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt;, arte de cidadania, &lt;i&gt;culture jamming&lt;/i&gt;, piratas culturais,activistas contra corporações empresariais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Contra a auto satisfacçãode um comércio da arte ainda dominado pelo homem. Com uma arte da performance edo corpo, como fotógrafa e como actriz, simultaneamente sujeito e objecto dotrabalho. Lutando contra a actual distribuição do poder artístico, aqui vai umretrato ao estilo dos grandes mestres (homens) numa apropriação do papelatribuído tradicionalmente ao homem: O Pensador de Rodin: arquétipo masculinode fisicalidade e racionalidade. Orquestrado para desconstruir alegorias defeminilidade e masculinidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;«&amp;nbsp;La Libre-Pensée est démocratique, laïque et sociale.Au nom de la dignité humaine, elle rejette le triple joug&amp;nbsp;: du dogmatismedans tous les domaines et en particulier, en matière religieuse et morale, duprivilège en matière politique, du profit en matière économique&amp;nbsp;». Cartasobre o Livre-Pensamento no Congresso International de Roma (22/11/1904)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ainda temos muitocaminho pela frente para sairmos dessa subserviência patriarcal e de paternalismocorporativo que está ancorada nos nossos hábitos diários, na nossa história ememória colectiva. Nos nossos genes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;A PAVOROSA ILLUSÃO.1837&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;"Ao Leitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;As Nações,humas já quebráram as algemas do despotismo, outras não tardaram a erguer ogrito da Liberdade; porque, aquellas desesperáram de se salvar, estas estam abeber as ultimas gotas do fel da tyrannia. Por toda a parte se alevantam osPovos contra a execravel imbecillidade dos reis e a maldita hypocrisia dossacerdotes. Tão iniqua ha sido a crueldade dos principes e dos frades contra aespecie humana, que esta se decidio em fim a sacudir, de viva força, o jugo deferro que por tantos seculos lhes havia pesado. He já tempo que nós Portuguezesconheçamos a futilidade das illusões com que os nossos avós nos embaláram.Risquemos para sempre da memoria esses ridiculos preconceitos de que nos fartoua superstição, com o perfido intuito de mais a seu salvo nos envilecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;." Manuel Maria Barbosa do Bocage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Virginie Duhamel 11/2011&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Agradecimentos: Sébastien Trihan pela sua participação fundamental naimagem do Vómito enquanto ilustrador, Anastasia e Sibylle Marto pelo seu suporteconstante, Fabrice Ziegler, Duarte Ramos Pinto, Nuno Soares João Oliveira &amp;amp;Passo do Olival, Bruno Ferro, José Esteves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-295771195010602368?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/295771195010602368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=295771195010602368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/295771195010602368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/295771195010602368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2011/12/video-quit-video.html' title='Video Quit Video'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCVSwqCN6tg/Tt4oclT-KlI/AAAAAAAABQs/NmxcECdlftg/s72-c/La%2BPenseuse%2BFinale.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-5499729063826920684</id><published>2011-12-05T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:57:30.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exhibition Casa Bocage (new)'/><title type='text'>Video Quit Video (Inauguration)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHsSJYHL7v4/Tt07IOyj4BI/AAAAAAAABMw/BOqgmdcLLpU/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHsSJYHL7v4/Tt07IOyj4BI/AAAAAAAABMw/BOqgmdcLLpU/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3F4VUTcLvo/Tt08WGlAzII/AAAAAAAABNU/UTZmu2gnXtc/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3F4VUTcLvo/Tt08WGlAzII/AAAAAAAABNU/UTZmu2gnXtc/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VRasCCrTU7U/Tt07X0adXcI/AAAAAAAABM8/JTnzTl0wYFs/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VRasCCrTU7U/Tt07X0adXcI/AAAAAAAABM8/JTnzTl0wYFs/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORaNs0I8c94/Tt07l2C3yPI/AAAAAAAABNI/zxbX4DgKO34/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORaNs0I8c94/Tt07l2C3yPI/AAAAAAAABNI/zxbX4DgKO34/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHjqimhlaKs/Tt08qjKmaGI/AAAAAAAABNg/IPDeXoeLx9c/s1600/IMG_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHjqimhlaKs/Tt08qjKmaGI/AAAAAAAABNg/IPDeXoeLx9c/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Oo2iULJe04/Tt0623mau8I/AAAAAAAABMk/DC7WVBoVppU/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Oo2iULJe04/Tt0623mau8I/AAAAAAAABMk/DC7WVBoVppU/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEA8n2hv1HI/Tt06sKQxdBI/AAAAAAAABMY/O0UHNeTBxXQ/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEA8n2hv1HI/Tt06sKQxdBI/AAAAAAAABMY/O0UHNeTBxXQ/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Inauguration Casa Bocage, 26 november 2011 till 7th january 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-5499729063826920684?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/5499729063826920684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=5499729063826920684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/5499729063826920684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/5499729063826920684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='Video Quit Video (Inauguration)'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHsSJYHL7v4/Tt07IOyj4BI/AAAAAAAABMw/BOqgmdcLLpU/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-8862068010586319379</id><published>2011-11-29T02:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:58:17.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exhibition Casa Bocage Invitation'/><title type='text'>Video Quit Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pho1DEr5jZs/TtS5ZOaiQRI/AAAAAAAABMA/JlZ-jAz-CyA/s1600/Cartaz%2Bpara%2BExpo%2BCasa%2BBocage%2Bflat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pho1DEr5jZs/TtS5ZOaiQRI/AAAAAAAABMA/JlZ-jAz-CyA/s320/Cartaz%2Bpara%2BExpo%2BCasa%2BBocage%2Bflat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680368873038299410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibition in Casa Bocage, Setúbal, untill 7th of February 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and no! There is no Video!! This title, in latin, means I see what I see!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-8862068010586319379?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/8862068010586319379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=8862068010586319379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/8862068010586319379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/8862068010586319379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2011/11/video-quit-video.html' title='Video Quit Video'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pho1DEr5jZs/TtS5ZOaiQRI/AAAAAAAABMA/JlZ-jAz-CyA/s72-c/Cartaz%2Bpara%2BExpo%2BCasa%2BBocage%2Bflat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-5857968628286748704</id><published>2011-11-29T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T02:51:06.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vote PMU'/><title type='text'>Vote PMU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CPDWx4q-Q0/TtS46h_UbKI/AAAAAAAABL0/cnYpo5pCWlo/s1600/Christophe-Paul%2BSauvage%2B%2526%2BVirginie%2BDuhamel%2BVote%2BPMU%2521%2BVote%2BPMU%2521%2BVote%2BPMU%2521.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CPDWx4q-Q0/TtS46h_UbKI/AAAAAAAABL0/cnYpo5pCWlo/s320/Christophe-Paul%2BSauvage%2B%2526%2BVirginie%2BDuhamel%2BVote%2BPMU%2521%2BVote%2BPMU%2521%2BVote%2BPMU%2521.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680368345716911266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more informations go to:&lt;br /&gt;http://vote-pmu.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-5857968628286748704?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/5857968628286748704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=5857968628286748704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/5857968628286748704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/5857968628286748704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2011/11/vote-pmu.html' title='Vote PMU!'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CPDWx4q-Q0/TtS46h_UbKI/AAAAAAAABL0/cnYpo5pCWlo/s72-c/Christophe-Paul%2BSauvage%2B%2526%2BVirginie%2BDuhamel%2BVote%2BPMU%2521%2BVote%2BPMU%2521%2BVote%2BPMU%2521.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-5416100696695048</id><published>2010-06-16T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:10:43.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exposição Teddies'/><title type='text'>Exhibition Teddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBj451aGQ5I/AAAAAAAABLY/BXRdYrO9WqM/s1600/Ernie+net.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBj451aGQ5I/AAAAAAAABLY/BXRdYrO9WqM/s320/Ernie+net.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483406218796352402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBj4x0ds3OI/AAAAAAAABLQ/4JQoY8shJek/s1600/What%27s+up+Doc_+200+net.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBj4x0ds3OI/AAAAAAAABLQ/4JQoY8shJek/s320/What%27s+up+Doc_+200+net.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483406081104076002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBj4sAEbDjI/AAAAAAAABLI/4Y0tGFBxlRI/s1600/Mickey+et+Minnie+net.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBj4sAEbDjI/AAAAAAAABLI/4Y0tGFBxlRI/s320/Mickey+et+Minnie+net.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483405981140061746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBj4mhZdIgI/AAAAAAAABLA/1ry-D16xvxc/s1600/Noddy+net.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBj4mhZdIgI/AAAAAAAABLA/1ry-D16xvxc/s320/Noddy+net.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483405887007433218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBj4MwYCuLI/AAAAAAAABKw/KQuX45DTCdM/s1600/Shreck+net.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBj4MwYCuLI/AAAAAAAABKw/KQuX45DTCdM/s320/Shreck+net.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483405444351441074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBj4X7a1u8I/AAAAAAAABK4/Q8aOdD8cgSs/s1600/Teddy+net.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBj4X7a1u8I/AAAAAAAABK4/Q8aOdD8cgSs/s320/Teddy+net.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483405636294523842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-5416100696695048?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/5416100696695048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=5416100696695048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/5416100696695048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/5416100696695048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2010/06/exposicao-teddies.html' title='Exhibition Teddies'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBj451aGQ5I/AAAAAAAABLY/BXRdYrO9WqM/s72-c/Ernie+net.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-7534273979756806355</id><published>2010-06-15T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:11:13.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exposição Sombras Latentes'/><title type='text'>Exhibition Sombras Latentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBdyNSU5hXI/AAAAAAAABKg/xVO8y3M7hJg/s1600/Sombras+latentes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBdyNSU5hXI/AAAAAAAABKg/xVO8y3M7hJg/s320/Sombras+latentes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482976643930228082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposiçao Colectiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“SOMBRAS LATENTES”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Socas / Filipe Romão / Virginie Duhamel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fábrica do Braço de Prata, inaugura quinta-feira, 3 de Junho pelas 19H30, na sala Arendt, uma exposição colectiva intitulada “Sombras Latentes”, dos artistas Filipe Romão, Maria Socas e Virginie Duhamel. Esta exposição está patente ao público ATÈ DIA 27 DE JUNHO e podendo ser visitada às Quartas e Quintas das 18H às 2H, Sextas e Sábados das 18H às 4H e Domingos das 15h às 0H00, na Rua da Fábrica do Material de Guerra, nº1, Lisboa (em frente aos Correios do Poço do Bispo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) "A encenação. O poder sobre o universo infantil que foi também o nosso. O choque. O efeito de choque. A desestruturação de mitos Objectos inocentes, incapazes de reagir. De ser dor. Na possibilidade do poder, o adulto enquanto criança é agora a criança de outrora. A imagem possível medeia a realidade. Apresenta a infância numa entreposição. Fotografar impõe uma distância mas também a descodificação de um tempo mágico, imagético. Traduz, numa paragem, o tempo. Especializa-se  na rememoração. O simulacro. Há uma verdade para além da sombra que é o registo de um registo que é facto, ao invés de apresentar o facto plástico. Uma verdade dirigida à visão inocente de um universo infantil. Não se engane o espectador de Virginie. Não é o Teddie como animal que importa. É o boneco, o brinquedo, a coisa manuseável pelo corpo que é criança. Trata-se de poder. Trata-se de um ajuste de contas. Uma encenação da memória. O Teddie não sofre. No entanto, enigmaticamente, sangra. E sorri-nos. Há uma pele que é memória da criança e que é agora o dentro do Teddie. Os órgãos em que se manifesta uma estranha vitalidade inexistente. Mas que existe na mente animista da criança. A memória sonhada. A memória em que se indistingue a manifestação e a  latência.  Rasgar a pele, rasgar o boneco, o brinquedo, o animal que nos domina. O animal que podemos ser nós mesmos. Ou o outro. Ou o passado que teima preservar-se aos sentidos. Abrir brechas. O acto desferido sobre os brinquedos da memória. Uma certeza. Estavam vivos. Eu sabia- pensa a criança. Agora adulta. Simulavam. O boneco tem vida. O boneco pode possuir a criança. Há que ter poder sobre ele. A memória. E se a esventrarmos? Que bonecos animados desanimámos nós por não haver outros vivos que pudéssemos des-animar?"(...)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ana Gonçalves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bracodeprata.com/exposicoes.shtml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-7534273979756806355?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/7534273979756806355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=7534273979756806355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/7534273979756806355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/7534273979756806355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2010/06/exposicao-sombras-latentes.html' title='Exhibition Sombras Latentes'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/TBdyNSU5hXI/AAAAAAAABKg/xVO8y3M7hJg/s72-c/Sombras+latentes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-5977449378074693068</id><published>2010-05-07T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:34:14.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apresentação/Presentation'/><title type='text'>Objets Dérisoires</title><content type='html'>Objectos Derisórios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na série fotográfica Its Always Christmas around here, Virginie Duhamel ironiza sobre a sociedade de consumo e a importância que esta acorda a objectos derisórios. Um coração de carneiro aberto em dois e sanguinolento sorri como uma máscara de guerreiro. É a cara sedutora e cruel da guerra económica. Por trás do coração, a sentimentalidade explorada pelo mundo mercantil, transparece a realidade crua. É sempre natal à nossa volta anuncia o título, uma festa perpétua organizada pelo comercio mas cuja regra verdadeira é menos o dom do que a caça aos consumidores. Na outra fotografia com o mesmo título, um brinquedo derisório parece perdido no meio da natureza. Parecendo-se com um animal, o artefacto paira miseravelmente perdido na erva. O sujeito artificial, em relação a este ambiente, perdeu todo seu prestígio. O tema do feiticismo na mercadoria está sublinhado igualmente na série Fuck your dreams This is heaven. Um copo de cerveja, objecto de consumo corrente, transforma-se numa estrutura abstracta. Matéria, luz e obscuridade articulam-se de maneira irreal num espaço sem fronteiras. O objecto recontextualizado revela novos atributos e desta vez tira valor disso. Pode, porem, ser deturpado sem perda nem proveito. Outra fotografia, pertencendo à mesma série, capta uma obra no pátio dum museu de arte contemporânea – um corredor de plástico no qual trespassa a luz do sol – e projecta-a num universo totalmente abstracto, por um novo jogo de perspectivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reflexão sobre o objecto, o seu contexto e sua importância nas nossas sociedades se cruza com a questão do sujeito e, mais especialmente, da mulher, da mulher objecto, versão moderna e insidiosa do machismo. Em Shoot the Fucking Pufas, a artista em fato de banho na praia, maneja, com um falso ar selvagem, uma metralhadora em plástico. Com esse objecto factício, os spots publicitários americanos nos quais mulheres lascivas e desnudadas apresentam armas ligeiras são tornados em derisão. Voltamos a encontrar os temas da mulher objecto e da artificialidade em Lady Killers. O sujeito tem a cara atada e deformada por um longo fio que fixa um telemóvel sobre sua orelha. Perguntamo-nos quem são os matadores de mulheres: os fabricantes de telemóveis, os industriais ou, de maneira mais geral ainda, os homens. A guerra económica contém assim a guerra dos sexos. Efectivamente, vivendo em Portugal, a artista deve, como em números outros países, subir a agressão tanto do machismo como da comercialização. Retalhada pelo utensílio, a cara perdeu sua identidade para se tornar por sua vez objecto. Em vez da mulher encontrar um lugar melhor na sociedade de consumo do que na sociedade tradicional, é o reino absoluto do objecto que inclui na sua esfera a mulher-objecto. Encontramos de novo em Mémoire équivoque o mesmo desmembramento do corpo e da pessoa. Aqui, é mais em profundidade, que a memória individual se encontra alterada de por sua selectividade. O que ignoramos ao ver a fotografia, mas que tem sua importância para entender o seu sentido, é que o sujeito efectua um strip-tease invertido frente ao seu espelho quebrado. Sua nudez se encontra aos poucos coberta pela roupa que evoca o enterro de seu estado originário sob as camadas do tempo, como a estátua de Glaucon em Platão. Se essa nudez frágil se entrega antes mesmo de se vestir, é somente de costas, de maneira menos pessoal do que se o rosto aparecesse. Quanto ao reflexo de frente, encontra-se dissecado pelo espelho partido, como uma espécie de vestuário ou anti-vestuário. Mas o vestuário por excelência é aquele que cobre o sexo, apogeu da nudez. Em My sex in the city, a roupa interior não é mais do que um creme de cor vermelha. A púbis e o alto das coxas estão cobertos disso no sentido da largura, actuando como uma cueca factícia. O nu é enterrado, insondável, como o mostrava a obra anterior, mas ao mesmo tempo é presente por todo lado, tal como o nosso sexo se encontra aí, na cidade. Quanto à simbólica do vermelho, sublinha, podemos dizê-lo, a violência do aparato, o nu ficando fundamentalmente pacífico. Em Eterno Retorno, é o corpo todo inteiro da mulher que é coberto de argila, o que a torna numa figura monumental, primitiva, arquetípica, oposta as frágeis singularidades que já referimos. No obstante, esta figura parece em equilíbrio instável sobre um banquinho, como suspensa no meio do círculo marcado na parede. Essa metáfora do ciclo histórico vem sem dúvida negar com ainda mais força a especificidade do sujeito que, no entanto, persiste na sua encenação. O representante conserva sua presença no interior do que é representado e persiste na sua fragilidade artística frente às grandes apostas teóricas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tema do sujeito negado pode ser tratado como aquele da morte. É o caso de Ophélia, que em Hamlet se afoga no meio das flores. Os joelhos do sujeito, como morto numa banheira, são recobertos duma lava espessa. A luz por baixo e a brancura do vestido contrastam com a negridão da cena. Esse jogo de opostos encontra-se também no facto que esta morte na água evoca o nascimento no líquido amniótico. Sente-se uma certa paz, com certeza inquietante, que contrasta com a essência violenta da morte. Esse jogo de transfiguração das obrigações não passa alias sem evocar os rituais da magia negra. A perca da singularidade é também outra maneira de morrer, de morrer em vida. Em Laranja mecânica, a universidade de Lisboa com muros cor de laranja é assimilada à uma máquina. Contra uma dessas paredes se encontra uma criança vestida de branco. Aos seus pés, um buraco de ratinho simboliza a pureza ingénua e minúscula. Percebemos a crítica duma sociedade, que pelo peso do seu sistema educativo, nega o desabrochar da pessoa. Por fim, em Comic Strip, uma jovem mulher com um ar infantil baila no meio dos balões. Cores e movimentos dão uma impressão de felicidade lembrando a atmosfera feliz das festas de família. Mas interrogamo-nos sobre a autenticidade dessa felicidade nesta artista que várias vezes denúncia, como é o caso em Its Always christmas..., a festa oficial como um espectáculo derisório e mercantil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raphael Edelman&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objets Dérisoires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginie Duhamel ironise sur la société de consommation et l'importance que celle-ci accorde à des objets dérisoires à travers la série de photographies Its Always Christmas around here. Un coeur de mouton ouvert en deux et sanguinolant sourit comme un masque guerrier. C'est le visage séducteur et cruel de la guerre économique. Derrière le coeur, la sentimentalité exploitée par le monde marchand, transparaît la réalité crue. C'est toujours Noël autour de nous, annonce le titre, c'est-à-dire une fête perpétuelle organisée par le commerce mais dont la règle véritable est moins le don que la chasse aux consommateurs. Sur une autre photo au même titre, un jouet dérisoire paraît perdu dans la nature. Ressemblant à un animal, l'artefact siège misérablement dans l'herbe. Le sujet artificiel, par rapport à cet environnement, a perdu tout prestige. Le thème du fétichisme dans la marchandise se retrouve dans la série Fuck your dreams. Un verre de bière, objet de consommation courante, devient une structure abstraite. Matière, lumière et obscurité s'articulent de manière irréelle dans un espace sans repères. L'objet recontextualisé révèle de nouveaux attributs et, cette fois-ci, prend de la valeur. Il peut par ailleurs être détourné sans perte ni profit. Une autre photographie, appartenant à la même série, saisit une oeuvre dans un musé d'art contemporain - un couloir en plastique dans lequel passe la lumière du soleil - et la projette, par un nouveau jeu de perspective, dans un univers totalement abstrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La réflexion sur l'objet, son contexte et son importance dans nos sociétés croise la question du sujet et, plus spécialement, de la femme, de la femme objet, version moderne et insidieuse du machisme. Dans Me and me gun, l'artiste en maillot de bain sur la plage brandit, avec un faux air sauvage, une mitraillette en plastique. Avec cet objet factice, sont tournés en dérision les spots publicitaires américains où des filles lascives et dénudées présentent des armes légères. On retrouve ces thèmes de la femme objet et de l'artificialité dans Lady Killer. Le sujet a le visage ficelé et déformé par un long fil qui fixe un téléphone portable sur son oreille. On se demande qui sont les tueurs de femmes : les fabricants de portables, les industriels ou, plus généralement encore, les hommes. La guerre économique contient ainsi la guerre des sexes. Effectivement, vivant au Portugal, l'artiste doit, comme dans de nombreux autres pays, subir l'agression à la fois du machisme et de la commercialisation. Morcelé par l'ustensile, le visage a perdu son identité pour devenir à son tour objet. Au lieu que la femme trouve une place meilleure dans la société de consommation que dans la société traditionnelle, c'est le règne absolu de l'objet qui inclut dans sa sphère la femme objet. On retrouve dans Mémoire équivoque le même morcellement du corps et de la personne. Ici c'est, plus en profondeur, la mémoire individuelle qui se trouve altérée du fait de sa sélectivité. Ce qu'on ignore en voyant la photographie, mais qui a son importance pour comprendre le sens, c'est que le sujet effectue un strip-tease inversé face à son miroir brisé. Sa nudité se trouve peu à peu recouverte par le vêtement évoquant l'enfouissement de l'état originaire sous les couches du temps, comme la statue de Glaucon chez Platon. Si cette nudité fragile se donne avant même qu'elle soit revêtue, c'est seulement de dos, de façon moins personnelle que si le visage apparaissait. Quant au reflet de face, il se trouve disséqué par le miroir brisé, sorte de vêtement ou même d'anti vêtement. Mais le vêtement par excellence est celui qui recouvre le sexe, summum de la nudité. Dans My sexe in the city le sous vêtement n'est plus qu'une crème de couleur rouge. Le pubis et le haut des cuisse en sont recouverts dans le sens de la largeur, faisant comme un slip factice. Le nu est enfoui, insondable, comme le montrait l'oeuvre précédente, mais en même temps il est partout présent, de même que notre sexe est bien là dans la cité. Quant à la symbolique du rouge, il souligne, peut-on dire, la violence de l'apparat, le nu restant fondamentalement pacifique. Dans Eterno Retorno, c'est le corps tout entier de la femme qui est recouvert de boue, ce qui en fait une figure monumentale, primitive, archétypale, opposée aux fragiles singularités dont il était alors question. Cependant, cette figure paraît en équilibre instable sur un tabouret, comme suspendue au centre du cercle tracé sur le mur. Cette métaphore du cycle historique vient sans doute nier encore davantage la spécificité du sujet qui, néanmoins, persiste dans la mise en scène. Le représentant conserve sa présence à l'intérieur de ce qui est représenté et persiste dans sa fragilité artistique face aux grands enjeux théoriques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le thème du sujet nié peut être traité avec celui la mort. C'est le cas d'Ophélia, qui dans Hamlet se noie parmi les fleurs. Les genoux du sujet, comme mort dans une baignoire, sont recouverts d'une lave épaisse. La lumière en dessous et la blancheur de la robe contrastent avec la noirceur de la scène. Ce jeu d'opposition se retrouve aussi dans le fait que cette mort dans l'eau évoque la naissance dans le liquide amniotique. On décèle une certaine paix, certes inquiétante, qui contraste avec l'essence violente de la mort. Ce jeu de transfiguration des contraintes n'est d'ailleurs pas sans évoquer les rites de magie noire. La perte de la singularité est encore une autre façon de mourir, de mourir en vie. Dans Laranja mecanica, l'université de Lisbonne aux murs oranges est assimilée à une machine. Contre l'un de ces murs se tient une enfant vêtue de blanc. A ces pieds un trou de souris symbolise la pureté ingénue et minuscule. On perçoit la critique d'une société qui, par la lourdeur de son système éducatif, nie l'épanouissement de la personne. Enfin, dans Comic Strip, une jeune femme à l'allure enfantine danse parmi les ballons. Couleurs et mouvements donnent une impression de gaieté rappelant l'atmosphère joyeuse des fêtes de famille. Mais on s'interroge sur l'authenticité de cette joie chez une artiste qui à plusieurs reprise dénonce, comme c'est le cas dans Its Always christmas... la fête officielle comme un spectacle dérisoire et mercantile.&lt;br /&gt;Raphael Edelman&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-5977449378074693068?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/5977449378074693068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=5977449378074693068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/5977449378074693068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/5977449378074693068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2010/05/objets-derisoires.html' title='Objets Dérisoires'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-7535170640302372916</id><published>2008-12-16T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:57:10.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Le Rêve by Fabrice Ziegler'/><title type='text'>Le Rêve by Fabrice Ziegler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfrXAl_lII/AAAAAAAAASE/uGA7mpIiVG8/s1600-h/Retratos%C3%A0Sexta%27Sonho%27%C2%A9FabriceZiegler+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfrOmr4MOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/sKKDCNg7wuk/s320/Retratos%C3%A0Sexta%27Sonho%27%C2%A9FabriceZiegler+255.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280447724250476770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfrJo6i1xI/AAAAAAAAARs/PYFFUScAvGc/s1600-h/Retratos%C3%A0Sexta%27Sonho%27%C2%A9FabriceZiegler+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfrJo6i1xI/AAAAAAAAARs/PYFFUScAvGc/s320/Retratos%C3%A0Sexta%27Sonho%27%C2%A9FabriceZiegler+250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280447638949517074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retratos a Sexta&lt;br /&gt;A Project and Photographs by Fabrice Ziegler&lt;br /&gt;Fábrica do Braço de Prata, Lisbon&lt;br /&gt;http://retratosasexta.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-7535170640302372916?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/7535170640302372916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=7535170640302372916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/7535170640302372916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/7535170640302372916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-rve-by-fabrice-ziegler.html' title='Le Rêve by Fabrice Ziegler'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfrXAl_lII/AAAAAAAAASE/uGA7mpIiVG8/s72-c/Retratos%C3%A0Sexta%27Sonho%27%C2%A9FabriceZiegler+285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-5835429141925648043</id><published>2008-12-16T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:46:22.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performance da Kotomi'/><title type='text'>Kotomi Nishiwaki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfnqX3N-XI/AAAAAAAAARk/u0UQQeRps24/s1600-h/DSC_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfnqX3N-XI/AAAAAAAAARk/u0UQQeRps24/s320/DSC_0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443803261335922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfnk2EM24I/AAAAAAAAARc/oFg061_gJJ4/s1600-h/DSC_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfnk2EM24I/AAAAAAAAARc/oFg061_gJJ4/s320/DSC_0019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443708289637250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfndYETYDI/AAAAAAAAARU/o1gONEa1_nk/s1600-h/DSC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfndYETYDI/AAAAAAAAARU/o1gONEa1_nk/s320/DSC_0027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443579977916466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfnWYIaJXI/AAAAAAAAARM/HWJbsh9KKU8/s1600-h/DSC_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfnWYIaJXI/AAAAAAAAARM/HWJbsh9KKU8/s320/DSC_0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443459736053106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfnQhuMTJI/AAAAAAAAARE/XNr3q423Ic4/s1600-h/DSC_0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfnEjQUdJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5bqz_g-8t2Q/s320/DSC_0099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443153484379282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfm55X0IKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7wDDnefP1rw/s1600-h/DSC_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfm55X0IKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7wDDnefP1rw/s320/DSC_0109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280442970442834082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfmzYzq2fI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Wq4AT24mhAE/s1600-h/DSC_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfmzYzq2fI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Wq4AT24mhAE/s320/DSC_0128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280442858622081522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfmptBvu4I/AAAAAAAAAQc/376dTz1IX6I/s1600-h/DSC_0140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfmBGsLLGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eWFnNrzfiNI/s320/DSC_0149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280441994765347938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfl7oBlWXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0BmkIMCwDl8/s1600-h/DSC_0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfl7oBlWXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0BmkIMCwDl8/s320/DSC_0150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280441900634298738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfl1GACQDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/25pTHbubrkI/s1600-h/DSC_0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfl1GACQDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/25pTHbubrkI/s320/DSC_0153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280441788421783602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance in Eira 33 Lisbon, 16 november&lt;br /&gt;Project in Creation Residence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-5835429141925648043?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/5835429141925648043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=5835429141925648043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/5835429141925648043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/5835429141925648043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/12/kotomi.html' title='Kotomi Nishiwaki'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SUfnqX3N-XI/AAAAAAAAARk/u0UQQeRps24/s72-c/DSC_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-1012144686129588540</id><published>2008-11-07T02:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:03:33.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Grito'/><title type='text'>O Grito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQbyh4xniI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7hnwh3Lb6VM/s1600-h/O+Grito+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQbyh4xniI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7hnwh3Lb6VM/s320/O+Grito+I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265864419206864418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQbl-osymI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jX0QUuHDTps/s1600-h/O+Grito+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQbl-osymI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jX0QUuHDTps/s320/O+Grito+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265864203585768034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQbg_EoZDI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KkYROrfNYDw/s1600-h/o+grito4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQbg_EoZDI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KkYROrfNYDw/s320/o+grito4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265864117803574322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Grito&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;Cais Contest, 2005&lt;br /&gt;about "The Silence"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-1012144686129588540?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/1012144686129588540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=1012144686129588540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/1012144686129588540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/1012144686129588540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-grito.html' title='O Grito'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQbyh4xniI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7hnwh3Lb6VM/s72-c/O+Grito+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-9194563270082119497</id><published>2008-11-07T02:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:04:36.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic Strip'/><title type='text'>Comic Strip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQaiqZVVnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/erndr9nyACc/s1600-h/comic+strip+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQaiqZVVnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/erndr9nyACc/s320/comic+strip+I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265863047101372018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQad0lEQiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9VuJ8EeQrZU/s1600-h/Comic+Strip+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQad0lEQiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9VuJ8EeQrZU/s320/Comic+Strip+II.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265862963935592994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQaaFd81wI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Dp27EyhjG6Y/s1600-h/comic+strip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQaaFd81wI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Dp27EyhjG6Y/s320/comic+strip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265862899749672706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comic Strip &lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;Diapositives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to Gainsbourg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-9194563270082119497?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/9194563270082119497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=9194563270082119497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/9194563270082119497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/9194563270082119497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/11/comic-strip.html' title='Comic Strip'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQaiqZVVnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/erndr9nyACc/s72-c/comic+strip+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-3437055911866583514</id><published>2008-11-04T04:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T03:09:50.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy Suite'/><title type='text'>Teddy (Suite)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGQ8dAsssI/AAAAAAAAAKs/meE_Mbl9LOo/s1600-h/Noddy+%C3%89coeur%C3%A9+copie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGQ8dAsssI/AAAAAAAAAKs/meE_Mbl9LOo/s320/Noddy+%C3%89coeur%C3%A9+copie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265148807626928834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noddy Écoeuré (Disgusted Noddy)&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-3437055911866583514?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/3437055911866583514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=3437055911866583514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/3437055911866583514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/3437055911866583514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/11/teddy-suite.html' title='Teddy (Suite)'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGQ8dAsssI/AAAAAAAAAKs/meE_Mbl9LOo/s72-c/Noddy+%C3%89coeur%C3%A9+copie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-7261100323732813516</id><published>2008-09-25T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:09:19.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Killers'/><title type='text'>Lady Killers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_eZQ2CKtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tk2rVn9oc84/s1600-h/amostra+Lady+killers+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251160216136985298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_eZQ2CKtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tk2rVn9oc84/s320/amostra+Lady+killers+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lady Killers I&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_eVOrWkPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KqCU6l4ptXo/s1600-h/amostra+Lady+Killers+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251160146835837170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_eVOrWkPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KqCU6l4ptXo/s320/amostra+Lady+Killers+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lady Killers II&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_ePYzLXiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/45qKcPMf6FE/s1600-h/amostra+Lady+killers+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251160046473797154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_ePYzLXiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/45qKcPMf6FE/s320/amostra+Lady+killers+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lady Killers III&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;Photography Series made during the workshop "Género e Blasfémia" in Eira 33&lt;br /&gt;from an excerpt of "The Cyborg Manifesto" by Donna Harraway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-7261100323732813516?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/7261100323732813516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=7261100323732813516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/7261100323732813516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/7261100323732813516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/shoot-fucking-pufas.html' title='Lady Killers'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_eZQ2CKtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tk2rVn9oc84/s72-c/amostra+Lady+killers+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-7592842958933003354</id><published>2008-09-25T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:30:52.693-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preto e Branco'/><title type='text'>Preto e Branco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODPswRLXXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Tv_GDpy4_3A/s1600-h/tournesols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251425533292141938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODPswRLXXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Tv_GDpy4_3A/s320/tournesols.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tournesols&lt;br /&gt;Photography P&amp;amp;B&lt;br /&gt;2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODPOArBUnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Azec9kwtOBo/s1600-h/passage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251425005119558258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODPOArBUnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Azec9kwtOBo/s320/passage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passage&lt;br /&gt;Photography P&amp;amp;B&lt;br /&gt;2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODO6CP2VjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MYypDRUosvY/s1600-h/seine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251424661945079346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODO6CP2VjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MYypDRUosvY/s320/seine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Seine&lt;br /&gt;Photography P&amp;amp;B&lt;br /&gt;2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODOicMFloI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8SX3a_VPMcU/s1600-h/sib+placard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251424256591763074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODOicMFloI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8SX3a_VPMcU/s320/sib+placard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Title&lt;br /&gt;Photography P&amp;amp;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251422853301028882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODNQwhgSBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yttO6zvmvkA/s320/s+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Title I&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251423290603781858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODNqNmmvuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/I8wSqs5xyis/s320/s+t%C3%ADtulo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Title II&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251426844614147026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODQ5FUtO9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Eqz9X7Qos1k/s320/s+t%C3%ADtulo+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S/Título III&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvObh5rM6I/AAAAAAAAADM/Fp7vVZZBPfw/s1600-h/fille+train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250016762982511522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvObh5rM6I/AAAAAAAAADM/Fp7vVZZBPfw/s320/fille+train.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fille Train (Girl Train)&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;Photography P&amp;amp;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250017313718974658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvO7ljeuMI/AAAAAAAAADU/P1tdcdvuGeE/s320/martinou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martinou Blue&lt;br /&gt;Photography P&amp;amp;B with blue print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250018345877762162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvP3qpT8HI/AAAAAAAAADc/cgtGRcyxGM0/s320/Sibylle+%C3%A9charpe+noire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sib écharpe (Sib scarf)&lt;br /&gt;Photography P&amp;amp;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-7592842958933003354?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/7592842958933003354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=7592842958933003354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/7592842958933003354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/7592842958933003354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/preto-e-branco.html' title='Preto e Branco'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODPswRLXXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Tv_GDpy4_3A/s72-c/tournesols.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-1401225321726739904</id><published>2008-09-25T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:12:36.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Não quero ir a essa exposição'/><title type='text'>Não quero ir a essa exposição!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvMxcxoZwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jNu9y9OfjQo/s1600-h/N+quero+ir+a+essa+expo0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250014940540462850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvMxcxoZwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jNu9y9OfjQo/s320/N+quero+ir+a+essa+expo0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250015112559367938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvM7dmIlwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GaUH6HQV9MQ/s320/N+quero+ir+a+essa+expo0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250015280429750418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvNFO9jWJI/AAAAAAAAADE/sawL3LEsTBo/s320/N+quero+ir+a+essa+expo0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I don't want to go to this exhibition&lt;br /&gt;Images projected in NextArt school by Margaria Girão for her internet site Amostra.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-1401225321726739904?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/1401225321726739904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=1401225321726739904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/1401225321726739904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/1401225321726739904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-quero-ir-essa-exposio.html' title='Não quero ir a essa exposição!'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvMxcxoZwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jNu9y9OfjQo/s72-c/N+quero+ir+a+essa+expo0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-5270476037111480885</id><published>2008-09-25T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:27:28.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Allways Christmas around Here'/><title type='text'>It's Allways Christmas around Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250014056788258114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvL-Air7UI/AAAAAAAAACk/BGPVWi4DiTY/s320/it%27s+allways+christmass+around+here%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250014148645244322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvMDWvGTaI/AAAAAAAAACs/cmfZr5yLyxg/s320/it%27s+allways+christmassaround+here%212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographies in diptic&lt;br /&gt;First collective exhibition in Tallin, Estonia&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-5270476037111480885?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/5270476037111480885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=5270476037111480885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/5270476037111480885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/5270476037111480885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-allwys-christmas-around-here.html' title='It&apos;s Allways Christmas around Here!'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvL-Air7UI/AAAAAAAAACk/BGPVWi4DiTY/s72-c/it%27s+allways+christmass+around+here%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-7126552169956391420</id><published>2008-09-25T10:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:15:52.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My sex in the City'/><title type='text'>My sex in the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvTK_wwZ7I/AAAAAAAAADs/zSZ9-Zlip1E/s1600-h/meu+sexo+na+cidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250021976498530226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvTK_wwZ7I/AAAAAAAAADs/zSZ9-Zlip1E/s320/meu+sexo+na+cidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poster project to exhibit in the city.&lt;/div&gt;Diapositives projected for the Neon Road's concert, Casa da Música, Famalicão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-7126552169956391420?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/7126552169956391420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=7126552169956391420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/7126552169956391420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/7126552169956391420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-sex-in-city.html' title='My sex in the City'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvTK_wwZ7I/AAAAAAAAADs/zSZ9-Zlip1E/s72-c/meu+sexo+na+cidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-4552761416864416374</id><published>2008-09-25T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:16:56.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoot the Fucking Pufas'/><title type='text'>Shoot the Fucking Pufas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_dRjotBII/AAAAAAAAAEs/43Lza9yvZGc/s1600-h/me+and+me+guns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251158984230765698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_dRjotBII/AAAAAAAAAEs/43Lza9yvZGc/s320/me+and+me+guns.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_dNcVWWnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vtXwc4mv_40/s1600-h/me+and+me+guns+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251158913551063666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_dNcVWWnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vtXwc4mv_40/s320/me+and+me+guns+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_dI6EjYnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/or-eMJTNGQY/s1600-h/me+and+me+guns+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251158835634332274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_dI6EjYnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/or-eMJTNGQY/s320/me+and+me+guns+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_dEVwL-FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VQDSCvFuYZg/s1600-h/me+and+me+guns+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251158757165758546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_dEVwL-FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VQDSCvFuYZg/s320/me+and+me+guns+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shoot the Fucking Pufas&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posters project.&lt;br /&gt;Exhibited for the Fetisch Festival in Eira33.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-4552761416864416374?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/4552761416864416374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=4552761416864416374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/4552761416864416374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/4552761416864416374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/lady-killers.html' title='Shoot the Fucking Pufas!'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SN_dRjotBII/AAAAAAAAAEs/43Lza9yvZGc/s72-c/me+and+me+guns.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-3678562183824348837</id><published>2008-09-25T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T03:09:03.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vítima'/><title type='text'>Vítima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvGx-JvKZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HWWweL3RQJM/s1600-h/Victime+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250008352430172562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvGx-JvKZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HWWweL3RQJM/s320/Victime+III.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vítima I&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGTWf4OpgI/AAAAAAAAALE/8qkgM4eN4-s/s1600-h/Victime+II+copie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGTWf4OpgI/AAAAAAAAALE/8qkgM4eN4-s/s320/Victime+II+copie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265151454096565762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vítima II&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGTJg4AMUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c2VXKqyrNL0/s1600-h/Victime+III+copie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGTJg4AMUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c2VXKqyrNL0/s320/Victime+III+copie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265151231025754434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vítima III&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of ways to approach the nude and even to dress up the nude. There is no in full nude as it is always covered up by a look: the look of a mother, of a doctor, of a lover, of the artist. Vítima confronts us to the fusion of these visions. The series offer also a visual analysis of nudes fitted together. First of all, it is an artistic nude (the artist installs the photographic disposition and takes herself as a model). Already the look onto oneself is mixed with the look of the artist and the look of the disposition on which it is working. Also appears the medical nude even though nothing really clinical exists. It is born by the mixture of the day-to-day nude (symbolised by the socks), the funeral nude (evoqued by the shade) and the chirurgical nude (imitated by the light table). This last one reminds of an operation table with the scialitic but inversing poles. The light does not come from top anymore but from the bottom as if art was only the inversed axis of science. The eroticism of the photography linked to its artistic character opposes itself to any reification. This erotic inherent both to artistic and loving subjectivity gives itself in the gratuity of the pose. No healing objective. Only the body in itself, not sick nor healthy, solitary, without any sadist nor functional collectivisation, offering itself to the look of the other that even if anonymous sees with desire eyes more than by those of possession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raphael Edelman, Nantes 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-3678562183824348837?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/3678562183824348837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=3678562183824348837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/3678562183824348837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/3678562183824348837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/vtima.html' title='Vítima'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvGx-JvKZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HWWweL3RQJM/s72-c/Victime+III.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-1063580763098304055</id><published>2008-09-25T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:34:23.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drowning by Numbers'/><title type='text'>Drowning by Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQYmw20ANI/AAAAAAAAAOM/84azv3D7Sgg/s1600-h/Drowningbynumbers1+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQYmw20ANI/AAAAAAAAAOM/84azv3D7Sgg/s320/Drowningbynumbers1+Blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265860918531850450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQYhTSYZ3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/dwS68Zz29y4/s1600-h/Drowningbynumbers2+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQYhTSYZ3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/dwS68Zz29y4/s320/Drowningbynumbers2+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265860824695072626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQYaKE629I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VoIw8BIBRyU/s1600-h/Drowningbynumbers4+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQWo6PS7QI/AAAAAAAAAMs/x7xKM0hojSE/s320/Drowningbynumbers14+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265858756386942210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQWfueQg1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/cgnJb8FMhis/s1600-h/DrowningbyNumbers15+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQWfueQg1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/cgnJb8FMhis/s320/DrowningbyNumbers15+Blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265858598609650514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQWZbDBL0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/R1cH-Td8zqk/s1600-h/Drowningbynumbers16R+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQWZbDBL0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/R1cH-Td8zqk/s320/Drowningbynumbers16R+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265858490315910978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRMSI7vU_RI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7DFtQdCIusM/s1600-h/Drowningbynumbers17+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRMSI7vU_RI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7DFtQdCIusM/s320/Drowningbynumbers17+Blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265572334010694930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRMR0gNjfFI/AAAAAAAAALs/yJX4PAkUlyk/s1600-h/Drowningbynumbers18+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRMR0gNjfFI/AAAAAAAAALs/yJX4PAkUlyk/s320/Drowningbynumbers18+Blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265571983023897682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning by Numbers&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This project comes from some interrogations that appeared in the Peter Greenaway film “Drowning by Numbers”, 1998 and by the numbers from 1 to 100 that appear in the most different ways all along the film. In a series of 18 images, I cross the numbers with death, feminity (if such a concept still exists), childhood and games, in an exacerbated way; the game of counting the stars, the one of counting the pieces of a broken mirror, the aquatic games. Maths are clearly emphasized, and coming back to the film, in the trilogy of the women that kill their husbands by drowning them but also a numeric symbol in accordance with each number of each photography. None the less, to each picture appears a personal interpretation that come closer to the meaning of the film or that has more to do with my own creation.&lt;br /&gt;This exhibition becomes then a sort of dialogue between Greenaway’s film and my own creation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-1063580763098304055?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/1063580763098304055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=1063580763098304055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/1063580763098304055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/1063580763098304055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/drowning-by-numbers.html' title='Drowning by Numbers'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRQYmw20ANI/AAAAAAAAAOM/84azv3D7Sgg/s72-c/Drowningbynumbers1+Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-3095978967238612157</id><published>2008-09-25T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T03:10:42.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy'/><title type='text'>Teddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGU7fW25aI/AAAAAAAAALc/jBw6FvSnDEQ/s1600-h/Teddy+217+ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGU7fW25aI/AAAAAAAAALc/jBw6FvSnDEQ/s320/Teddy+217+ok.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265153189123384738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy I&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGVbimQjFI/AAAAAAAAALk/yJyWaDC31rc/s1600-h/Teddy+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGVbimQjFI/AAAAAAAAALk/yJyWaDC31rc/s320/Teddy+II.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265153739749100626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy II&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGUO6LSn7I/AAAAAAAAALM/cVvSSl9QSNc/s1600-h/Teddy+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGUO6LSn7I/AAAAAAAAALM/cVvSSl9QSNc/s320/Teddy+III.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265152423228514226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy III&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fluffy teddy bear updates the paradox of the monster. Originally savage, dangerous, terrifying, giant, the bear in its synthesis copy becomes a recomforting sweet midget. Simulation is here domestication. In front of a teddy bear, the child himself becomes a capricious monster turning his toy into his thing, imposing on it his affection and anger. Just as the dolls, teddies encounter the risk to see their organs torn out. This sinister operation usually reveals an interior made by foam and springs as a mechanical metaphor of an animal. But Virginie Duhamel reinforced the encounter of a symbolic code and made reality appear under its organic form in her photographs. A mass of intestines overflows from the teddy’s belly, symptom of a magical violence that as it destroys also generates life. As what attends the given coup to the miniature idol is its reality. More precisely the fetishes of mercantile society are due to end up destroyed just as our dreams. The childhood that is maintained inside us is habited by such a rage, the real that overcomes us that by overflowing and destroying the image it ends up destroying also ourselves. It is our angelical identity that is challenged by the diabolic jump of the real while, just as hot lava, it flows out of the entrails of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raphaël Edelman, Nantes, may 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-3095978967238612157?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/3095978967238612157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=3095978967238612157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/3095978967238612157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/3095978967238612157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-urso-de-peluche-actualiza-o-paradoxo.html' title='Teddy'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRGU7fW25aI/AAAAAAAAALc/jBw6FvSnDEQ/s72-c/Teddy+217+ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-6268716751805019778</id><published>2008-09-25T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:00:05.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artista'/><title type='text'>Artista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvLmhcUalI/AAAAAAAAACc/28TWuxSnIHs/s1600-h/O+Trabalho+do+Artista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250013653303061074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvLmhcUalI/AAAAAAAAACc/28TWuxSnIHs/s320/O+Trabalho+do+Artista.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Work of the Artist&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249960830679871954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNubj11jcdI/AAAAAAAAABc/r0quFrkYb3M/s320/Lady+Killers48.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fall of the Artist&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249959941492187170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuawFWsICI/AAAAAAAAABU/D6fhOqA_KjM/s320/Numero+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Death of the Artist&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series is presented with three photographies that can function together or separately. It is an auto-referential work. I use my own person as a vehicle to comment on a variety of modern world themes: the part of women, the part of the artist etc.&lt;br /&gt;These three images form a cycle, in a spiral idea in which knowledge, creation, action situate themselves on a same line but always on a point ahead. Thought turn round and round but still goes in front, taking us near the error curve. The title sequence The Work of the Artist, The Fall of the Artist and The Death of the Artist transports us towards this cycle in which same themes are approached with a different look and point of view all along life, or creative life.&lt;br /&gt;“My end is my beginning”, the first image can be the last as in the sphinx parabola: which is the animal that is born with four legs, walks with two during its life and ends up with three?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-6268716751805019778?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/6268716751805019778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=6268716751805019778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/6268716751805019778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/6268716751805019778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/artista.html' title='Artista'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNvLmhcUalI/AAAAAAAAACc/28TWuxSnIHs/s72-c/O+Trabalho+do+Artista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-4771891278263173927</id><published>2008-09-25T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:42:03.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck your dreams this is heaven'/><title type='text'>Fuck your Dreams, This is Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyfnQuNtJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZxCWlUalSSk/s1600-h/fuck+your+dreams0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyfnQuNtJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZxCWlUalSSk/s320/fuck+your+dreams0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254750362087044242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyfjC0MfaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QdEJnSZ8Aw4/s1600-h/fuck+your+dreams0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyfjC0MfaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QdEJnSZ8Aw4/s320/fuck+your+dreams0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254750289634557346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyfb4HhKWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WMFWmDBPyc8/s1600-h/fuck+your+dreams0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyfb4HhKWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WMFWmDBPyc8/s320/fuck+your+dreams0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254750166503729506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuWsNdSMHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpFOlZ8Bw9M/s1600-h/fuck+your+dreams0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249955476901343346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuWsNdSMHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpFOlZ8Bw9M/s320/fuck+your+dreams0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck your Dreams, This is Heaven&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cor no rosto, nas figuras geométricas, nos vultos que aparecem por momentos, surge como ponte entre o sonho e a realidade, desrespeitando as convenções da reprodução da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;Infância sonhada e sublinhada entre o inconsciente e as lembranças numa projecção dos desejos não materializados.&lt;br /&gt;A memória é sempre difusa na cor e nela a realidade confunde-se com o desejo. Aqui a experiência vivida é exposta a partir da experiência imaginada.&lt;br /&gt;Há uma fotografia que sublinha o recorte psicológico, em busca da intimidade, daí o balançar entre um ambiente pesado, confrangedor como as cortinas fechadas duma cena de teatro e a leveza que talvez apareça simplesmente da memória selectiva dum certo bem-estar na nossa infância.&lt;br /&gt;Nestas cenas chega-se ao limite da inteligibilidade da realidade em que esta se obscurece diante da razão e só a imaginação lhe pode aceder numa deambulação no espaço. Espaço vazio, por vezes, nos corredores labirínticos; nos quais, tal como Alice, passando do outro lado do espelho, penetramos no mundo da ilusão e do sonho:&lt;br /&gt;Momentos oníricos, poéticos, de contemplação mascarando por esta reunião de cores puras e alucinantes a amargura da existência humana, desses ritmos inautênticos de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mistério da criação como num ventre materno aconchegante e mágico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirando-se no pensamento criador do Fellini: “a vitória do irracional sobre o racional, do oculto sobre o visível, do mistério sobre a ciência, do espírito sobre a matéria”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Fuck your Dreams, This is Heaven&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;La couleur du visage, des figures géométriques, des ombres qui apparaissent par endroits, surgit comme un pont entre le rêve et la réalité, compromettant les reproductions de la nature conventionnelle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfance rêvée et sublimée entre l’inconscient et&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;les souvenirs en une projection de désirs non matérialisés.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mémoire se trouve toujours diffuse dans la couleur et en elle la réalité se confond avec le désir. Ici, l’expérience vécue est exposée à partir de l’expérience imaginée. Il y a une image qui sublime la découpe psychologique, à la recherche de l’intimité, d’où la balance entre une ambiance lourde, oppressante comme les rideaux fermés d’une pièce de théâtre et la légèreté qui peut apparaître tout simplement de la mémoire sélective d’un certain bien être dans notre enfance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans ces scènes, nous arrivons à la limite de l’intelligibilité de la réalité qui s’obscurcit devant la raison et seule l’imagination la rejoint dans une déambulation de l’espace. Espace vide, parfois, dans les couloirs labyrinthiques ; dans lesquels telle Alice, passant de l’autre côté du miroir, nous pénétrons dans le monde de l’illusion et du rêve :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments oniriques, poétiques, de contemplation masquant par cette union de couleurs pures et hallucinantes l’amertume de l’existence humaine, de ces rythmes inauthentiques de vie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystère de la création comme dans un ventre maternel réconfortant et magique.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;S’inspirant de la pensée créatrice de Fellini : « la victoire de l’irrationnel sur le rationnel, de l’occulte sur le visible, du mystère sur la science, de l’esprit sur la matière ».&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249956573679060786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuXsDReBzI/AAAAAAAAABM/IOK9Cnd4kx4/s320/fuck+your+dreams0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyf1S-oAuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/I4BMwjMnmNE/s1600-h/fuck+your+dreams0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyf1S-oAuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/I4BMwjMnmNE/s320/fuck+your+dreams0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254750603210916578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyf-JeIHWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YFlxO-ff9ok/s1600-h/fuck+your+dreams0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyf-JeIHWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YFlxO-ff9ok/s320/fuck+your+dreams0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254750755277512034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar sobre outro olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lembrava-se desse lento gotejar e do seio brando a que se encostava. O resto era um secreto e alucinado parentesco com o ventre donde viera, um quarto onde ressoavam sons, palavras; onde tudo se movia e possuía uma elasticidade confortável. Talvez as paredes do útero, raiadas de pregas que cediam ao seu peso...” Agustina Bessa Luís&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpretar uma imagem, um som, um texto, é uma tarefa habitual de públicos, artistas e críticos. Neste caso, uma tentativa de esboçar uma apresentação duma exposição, feita por um leigo, como é o meu caso, trata-se de um perigoso exercício de equilíbrio entre estas três entidades. No entanto, ao atrever-me a discorrer brevemente sobre este outro exercício, que Virginie Duhamel aqui apresenta, trago-vos uma interpretação minha sobre aquilo que penso-sinto sobre este trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;A fotografia é entendida aqui como uma forma de pensar-sentir um mundo, uma construção abstracta de um olhar. Não estamos perante representações directas e fiéis de um mundo, aparentando a inocência nos olhos por detrás das objectivas. Estamos perante um olhar que constrói uma imagem, um conceito, uma linguagem.&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez Virginie Duhamel escolheu formas circulares, arredondadas, flexíveis... pregas que cedem ao nosso peso, como diria Agustina. Esta reflexão uterina, que esboça ou sugere espaços oníricos, repletos de cores e reflexos parece remeter para o domínio de um mundo nocturno, lunar... onde fantasmáticas figuras podem surgir para nos encantar... ou assombrar...&lt;br /&gt;É, no entanto, com desassombro, que Virginie Duhamel nos guia por essa recriação de interstícios entre um sonho e outro, permitindo ao observador, sonhar os sonhos que ela sonhou. É como se de úteros se tratassem, onde em posição fetal, podemos deixar-nos adormecermos em líquidos amnióticos que embalam esse mesmos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;A lasciva e o desejo também surgem nestas fotografias, dessacralizando o espaço uterino, relembrando a nossa condição de desejantes, com os vermelhos luxuriantes, os amarelos de ouro e os verdes quase venenosos que nos transportam para leitos imaginários, onde nos podemos entregar aos prazeres da carne e do espírito... a preguiça da contemplação e a concupiscência do olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Estas obras parecem trazer alguma inquietação, o rosto de menina no vermelho, submersa de cor. Uma inquietação também na abstracção das formas, da geometria impossível, fluida. Regressados dos úteros propostos para os nossos sonhos habitarem, fica-nos a pergunta. Será desta leveza e fluidez que os nossos sonhos são feitos?&lt;br /&gt;E Virginie Duhamel enigmática, responde com o título desta exposição:...Fuck your dreams, this is heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Manuel de Oliveira&lt;br /&gt;Investigador/Estudos de Género&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-4771891278263173927?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/4771891278263173927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=4771891278263173927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/4771891278263173927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/4771891278263173927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/fuck-your-dreams-this-is-heaven.html' title='Fuck your Dreams, This is Heaven'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyfnQuNtJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZxCWlUalSSk/s72-c/fuck+your+dreams0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-655528670591205201</id><published>2008-09-25T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:19:30.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mémoire Équivoque'/><title type='text'>Mémoire Équivoque - Memorandum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyhCRK_XfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_dxikyvn7JQ/s1600-h/m%C3%A9moire+%C3%A9quivoque17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyg4cBs60I/AAAAAAAAAI8/W0YNOL0PK3g/s320/m%C3%A9moire+%C3%A9quivoque12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254751756690975554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOygyGDa5zI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MhLWhysZTvE/s1600-h/m%C3%A9moire+%C3%A9quivoque5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOygyGDa5zI/AAAAAAAAAI0/MhLWhysZTvE/s320/m%C3%A9moire+%C3%A9quivoque5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254751647713388338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuV8g7qIOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vozJkHuBz84/s1600-h/M%C3%83%C2%A9moire+%C3%83%E2%80%B0quivoqueI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249954657495294178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuV8g7qIOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vozJkHuBz84/s320/M%C3%A9moire+%C3%89quivoqueI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mémoire Équivoque (Equivocal Memory)&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;Negatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space fractioned by geometrical forms with bits of human figure&lt;br /&gt;Constructs a nearly expressionist dramaturgy&lt;br /&gt;Image desindividualised, also the feminine body, the I transforms itself, evaporates to leave place to a feminine body image of the woman herself (universal?)&lt;br /&gt;Fragments of an identity of the body&lt;br /&gt;Inverse Streap tease &lt;br /&gt;Voyeur&lt;br /&gt;An image in an image, a frame in a frame, symbolic frame with very rich associations, glowing out from the silence of a still life, unanimated.&lt;br /&gt;Hidden identity, then revealed lightly&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy&lt;br /&gt;The theme of a woman looking at her reflexion in a mirror: popular theme in classical painting&lt;br /&gt;The photography act kills its individuals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helmut Newton: mixes arrogant affirmation of oneself and voluntary submission&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-655528670591205201?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/655528670591205201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=655528670591205201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/655528670591205201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/655528670591205201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/mmoire-quivoque-memorandum.html' title='Mémoire Équivoque - Memorandum'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyhCRK_XfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_dxikyvn7JQ/s72-c/m%C3%A9moire+%C3%A9quivoque17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-8081541041731183242</id><published>2008-09-25T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T03:11:17.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ofélia'/><title type='text'>Ofélia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRMdYeN__PI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TG8lMzwlqiw/s1600-h/of%C3%A9lia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRMdYeN__PI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TG8lMzwlqiw/s320/of%C3%A9lia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265584695592090866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRMdSOqE8OI/AAAAAAAAAME/iGtTsABlGrw/s1600-h/of%C3%A9lia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRMdSOqE8OI/AAAAAAAAAME/iGtTsABlGrw/s320/of%C3%A9lia1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265584588335673570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRMdDlHv6sI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ocUHNM27ilk/s1600-h/Of%C3%A9lia4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRMdDlHv6sI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ocUHNM27ilk/s320/Of%C3%A9lia4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265584336667667138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuUrRvA5iI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NschazdfG7Y/s1600-h/ofÃ©lia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249953261846324770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuUrRvA5iI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NschazdfG7Y/s320/of%C3%A9lia3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofélia&lt;br /&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acte IV, scèneV et Gertrude acte IV, scène VII&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary: rememberance&lt;br /&gt;violets: violettes: death in youth&lt;br /&gt;fennel: fenouille&lt;br /&gt;columbines&lt;br /&gt;rue&lt;br /&gt;garlands&lt;br /&gt;crow-flowers&lt;br /&gt;long purples&lt;br /&gt;coronet weeds&lt;br /&gt;pansies: pensées (amores perfeitos):that’s for thought, love in vain&lt;br /&gt;poppies: coquelicots: papoilas: sleep and death&lt;br /&gt;fritillaries: fritillaire: sorrow&lt;br /&gt;daisies: pâquerettes: innocence&lt;br /&gt;looses trife: marguerittes&lt;br /&gt;forget- me-nots: myosotis&lt;br /&gt;nettles: orties: ortiga&lt;br /&gt;willows: saule: salgueiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mermaid like&lt;br /&gt;madness anguish sick crowded with reeds, flowers in water, own iminent death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-8081541041731183242?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/8081541041731183242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=8081541041731183242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/8081541041731183242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/8081541041731183242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/oflia.html' title='Ofélia'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SRMdYeN__PI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TG8lMzwlqiw/s72-c/of%C3%A9lia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-8002693633805701336</id><published>2008-09-25T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:21:03.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laranja Mecânica'/><title type='text'>Laranja Mecânica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyiFMcMo5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/0FbjZeVVMpU/s1600-h/laranja+mec%C3%A2nica+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyiFMcMo5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/0FbjZeVVMpU/s320/laranja+mec%C3%A2nica+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254753075357066130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyhsdCrtZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-xqw9gULLsQ/s1600-h/laranja+mec%C3%A2nica3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyhsdCrtZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-xqw9gULLsQ/s320/laranja+mec%C3%A2nica3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254752650316723602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuTx4IIfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OPtkDa9Jl-s/s1600-h/laranja+mec%C3%83%C2%A2nica2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249952275719814530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuTx4IIfYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OPtkDa9Jl-s/s320/laranja+mec%C3%A2nica2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyhgVCKMCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3n64FhD5PKM/s1600-h/laranja+mec%C3%A2nica4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyhgVCKMCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3n64FhD5PKM/s320/laranja+mec%C3%A2nica4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254752442008612898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laranja Mecânica (Clockwork Orange)&lt;br /&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;Diapositives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antes de mais, o local onde estas imagens foram feitas situa-se no recinto de uma universidade em Lisboa. A escolha é devida, não somente à temática mas também à cor das paredes.&lt;br /&gt;Estas imagens representam a desilusão frente a um sistema estudantil que não corresponde sempre as expectativas de um ser ansioso de conhecimento (knowledge) mas nem sempre a postura de usar esse conhecimento (know-how) apresenta-se de forma clara e sobretudo livre de escolha.&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma luta constante entre o correcto e o não correcto. Será que essa curiosidade, esta procura sem fim de descoberta não vai levar as meninas expostas nessas imagens numa corrente contrária, à da infelicidade, da desilusão frente à vida?&lt;br /&gt;É um eterno paradoxo. A responsabilidade da conservação dessa inocência é muito pesada. Quais são afinal as forças, as defesas que as vão levar por este mundo fora? Será preferível manter essa pureza, em vez de enveredar num caminho espiritual, não desejado?&lt;br /&gt;A falta de objectividade na maior parte das lições é mais sublinhada na segunda imagem. Notamos o esforço das mãos na parede-porta-obstáculo a tentarem derrubá-la. Existe uma vontade, um interesse, mas aonde se encontra a onda de paixão? Esta parede não vai pegar fogo de um momento para o outro e queimar esses dedos tão delicados? E o conhecimento encontrar-se-a mesmo do outro lado desta parede?&lt;br /&gt;Perde-se uma certa inocência, uma pureza devido a essa aprendizagem. Ganha-se em conhecimento mas desaparece a doçura e a frescura representada aqui pelos vestidos brancos. Essa brancura, que tal como a flor da Laranjeira, símbolo de virgindade e casamento, resplandece nos vestidos flutuantes das meninas. Único elemento, em “movimento”, opõe-se drasticamente com a rigidez, o estático da posição delas nomeadamente na terceira e última imagem.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira e a última imagem, quanto a elas, representam a desilusão frente a uma expectativa apaixonada de curiosidade “nas coisas do mundo” e que acaba por tirar essa tão preciosa pureza. Na última imagem, a pureza desaparece, como se fosse aspirada, pelo buraco negro, no vácuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laranja Mécânica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;4 diapositifs&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Avant tout, l’endroit où ces images ont été tirées se situe dans une enceinte universitaire à Lisbonne. Le choix de l’espace n’est pas dû seulement au thème en question mais aussi à la pigmentation des murs en tons orangés.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ces images représentent la désillusion face à un système d’études qui ne correspond pas toujours aux expectatives d’un être anxieux de connaissances (Knowledge) alors que la manière d’utiliser ces connaissances (knowhow) ne se présente pas vraiment de façon claire et surtout libre de choix.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Il existe une lutte constante entre le correct et l’incorrect. Est-ce que cette curiosité, cette recherche sans fin de découverte, d’érudition, ne va pas entraîner les petites filles exposées dans ces images vers un courant contraire, celui du malheur, de la désillusion face à la vie ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Eternel paradoxe. La responsabilité de la conservation de cette innocence est pénible à supporter. Quelles sont les forces, les défenses qui vont leur permettre de survivre. Est-il préférable de maintenir cette pureté, au lieu de prendre un chemin spirituel &lt;i&gt;non désiré &lt;/i&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Le manque d’objectivité présente dans la plupart des leçons est mis en évidence dans la seconde image. Nous pouvons noter l’effort des mains sur le mur- porte- obstacle dans une veine tentative de le terrasser. Une volonté, un intérêt apparaît mais où se trouve donc la vague de passion ? Ce mur ne va-t-il pas prendre feu d’un moment à l’autre et brûler ces petits doigts si délicats ? Et la connaissance, se trouve-t-elle vraiment de l’autre côté du mur?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;L’innocence, une certaine pureté, est perdue face à cet apprentissage. On gagne en savoir mais la douceur, la fraîcheur représentée par les robes blanches, disparaît. Cette blancheur, tout comme la fleur d’oranger, symbole de virginité et de mariage resplendit dans les robes flottantes. Unique élément en mouvement, elles s’opposent drastiquement avec la rigidité, la position statique des petites filles notamment dans la troisième et dernière image.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;La première et dernière image, quand à elles, représentent une désillusion face à une expectative passionnée de curiosité en toutes choses&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;et qui finit par détruire cette précieuse pureté. Dans la dernière image, la pureté disparaît, comme si aspirée par le trou noir, dans le vide. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-8002693633805701336?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/8002693633805701336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=8002693633805701336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/8002693633805701336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/8002693633805701336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/laranja-mecnica.html' title='Laranja Mecânica'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SOyiFMcMo5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/0FbjZeVVMpU/s72-c/laranja+mec%C3%A2nica+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-8322641208790486030</id><published>2008-09-25T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:58:54.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Eterno Retorno'/><title type='text'>O Eterno Retorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODkCKPxpGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fRNbczGy3FQ/s1600-h/eterno+retorno+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251447891275392098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODkCKPxpGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fRNbczGy3FQ/s320/eterno+retorno+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODjmsa5koI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rqEWD2Q5cyg/s1600-h/eterno+retorno+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251447419412517506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODjmsa5koI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rqEWD2Q5cyg/s320/eterno+retorno+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuSwUl5oXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kTucpfGuHsg/s1600-h/eterno+retorno+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249951149489496434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuSwUl5oXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kTucpfGuHsg/s320/eterno+retorno+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Eterno Retorno&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“From here to Eternity”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O corpo enquanto testemunha da história cíclica, marcado pelo tempo, pela experiência.&lt;br /&gt;O círculo perfeito, mágico, é a procura eterna do homem pela perfeição do absoluto.&lt;br /&gt;A dimensão expressiva e performativa modifica o corpo e a consciência que o corpo tem enquanto actor.&lt;br /&gt;A fotografia funciona como uma relíquia do que aconteceu realmente, o corpo tornando-se mediador no seu estado nativo, suspenso no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Mesmo se os anos da tua vida foram de três mil ou de dez vezes&lt;br /&gt;três mil, lembra-te que ninguém perde outra vida que a que vive&lt;br /&gt;agora, nem vive outra vida que a que perde. O fim mais comprido e o&lt;br /&gt;mais breve são, porem, iguais.&lt;br /&gt;O presente é de todos, morrer é perder o presente que é um lapso&lt;br /&gt;brevíssimo. Ninguém perde o passado nem o futuro, pois à ninguém&lt;br /&gt;se pode tirar o que não tem.&lt;br /&gt;Recorda que todas as coisas giram e voltam a girar pelas mesmas&lt;br /&gt;órbitas e que para o espectador, é igual vê-la durante um século ou&lt;br /&gt;dois ou infinitamente.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Reflexões, 14&lt;br /&gt;Marco Aurélio&lt;br /&gt;In “História de la Eternidad”&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Luís Borges, p.111.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A existência do homem é uma quantidade constante, invariável, daí a analogia de muitos destinos individuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O presente é visto enquanto forma de toda vida: Qualquer lapso de tempo contem integralmente a História.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'éternel Retour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 photographies en noir et blanc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;From here to eternity&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Le corps en tant que témoin de l’histoire cyclique, marqué par le temps, l’expérience.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le cercle parfait, magique, est la recherche éternelle de l’homme de la perfection de l’absolu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dimension expressive et performative modifie le corps et la conscience que le corps possède en temps qu’acteur.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La photographie fonctionne comme une relique de ce qui s’est réellement accompli, le corps étant le médiateur de son état natif, suspendu dans le temps. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;« Même si les années de ta vie ont été de trois mil ou de dix fois&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;trois mil, souviens toi que personne ne perd une autre vie que celle qu’il vit maintenant, ni ne vit une autre vie que celle qu’il perd. La fin la plus longue et la plus courte sont, néanmoins, égales.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Le présent est de tous, mourir c’est perdre le présent qui est un lapse de temps très bref.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Personne ne perd le passé ni le futur, vu qu’on ne peut soutirer à quelqu’un ce qu’il ne possède pas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Souviens toi que toutes choses tournent et tournent encore sous les mêmes orbites et que pour le spectateur, c’est égal de le voir pendant un siècle ou deux ou à l’infini. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.2pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Réflexions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;, 14&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.2pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Marc Aurèle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.2pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;In “História de la Eternidad”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.2pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Jorge Luís Borges, p.111.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.2pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2.2pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;L’existence de l’homme, est une quantité constante, invariable, d’où l’analogie de nombres de destins individuels.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le présent est vu en tant que forme de toute vie : N’importe quel lapse de temps contient intégralement toute l’Histoire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-8322641208790486030?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/8322641208790486030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=8322641208790486030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/8322641208790486030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/8322641208790486030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-eterno-retorno.html' title='O Eterno Retorno'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SODkCKPxpGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fRNbczGy3FQ/s72-c/eterno+retorno+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4305714141616492274.post-6176770008736631582</id><published>2008-09-25T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:01:08.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace-Maker'/><title type='text'>Peace-Maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuPeggaI0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Txon7hKpxBE/s1600-h/Peace+Maker0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249947544915157826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuPeggaI0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Txon7hKpxBE/s320/Peace+Maker0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peace-Maker &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Instalação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este projecto apresenta-se sob a forma de um utensílio para controlo de mosquitos e moscas com duas lâmpadas néon azulado de 20 watts cada e de uma fotografia representando um coração de carneiro cortado em dois fazendo aparecer uma cara sorridente com dois olhos enormes e uma coluna regular de dentes esbranquiçados.&lt;br /&gt;A cor azulada e forte do néon atravessa a fotografia colocada à sua frente dando uma impressão de transparência e iluminando totalmente o conjunto em redor.&lt;br /&gt;Este utensílio está em funcionamento, electrocutando moscas ou mosquitos que vão à voar na sua direcção. Acrescenta, pois, o elemento perturbador do som surpreendente de “fritura” breve. A grelha do utensílio é notada através da fotografia quadriculando o espaço.&lt;br /&gt;A instalação, suspensa no ar a 1.50 metros do solo por dois fios de nylon de cada lado, parece estar à flutuar no espaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em tempos de guerra, quer dizer, em todos os tempos, as negociações entre os diferentes governos dos países beligerantes parecem actualmente a única porta de saída sem demasiado derramamento de sangue. Infelizmente, são cada vez mais raros os acordos mantidos e a paz assegurada.&lt;br /&gt;Esta instalação, quer pelo seu título “Peace – Maker, quer pelos seus dois componente é uma crítica directa a essas inúmeras negociações falhadas e à guerra resultante, nomeadamente à do conflito israelo-palestiniano.&lt;br /&gt;O título apresenta um jogo de palavras entre o pace-maker, aparelho colocado dentro do coração duma pessoa ajudando-o a bater e permitindo à pessoa simplesmente viver, e a palavra peace - a paz.&lt;br /&gt;O coração de carneiro aberto em dois, revela uma cara de “palhaço” que à primeira vista parece ter graça mas vista de mais perto torna-se agressiva e repugnante.&lt;br /&gt;A gordura do coração forma os dentes e são notórias as veias e os canais ensanguentados. O carneiro representa um animal dócil que costuma seguir sempre os seus companheiros sem levantar questões, sem opinião própria. Antes pelo contrário, nesta situação, o seu coração representa o sistema de governos e representantes que querem fazer de conta que tudo se vai resolver (quer pela paz, quer pela guerra) e “mostram a cara” envergando um enorme sorriso de satisfação. Ficção!&lt;br /&gt;A rede eléctrica contida dentro do sistema é uma agressão ao mundo exterior, às moscas que se acham em liberdade ao voarem em direcção à luz. Esta agressão torna-se contra o espectador, que ao ouvir o som da electrocussão, é surpreendido por este ataque. É obvio que remete também ao uso da cadeira eléctrica.&lt;br /&gt;O néon é a luz que atrai as moscas à morte, em direcção ao sorriso...?!&lt;br /&gt;Será esta peça um pedido de empreendimento político? Não, trata-se mais de uma crítica, de um grito, dum apelo à não-violência. Chega de mostrar um sorriso e ao mesmo tempo, continuar lançando ofensivas contra o povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace- Maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Installation&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;En temps de guerre, c’est à dire, de tout temps, les négociations entre les différents gouvernements des pays belligérants apparaissent comme la seule porte de sortie sans trop d’écoulement de sang. Malheureusement, les accorts maintenus et la paix assurée se font de plus en plus rares.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Cette installation, de par son titre « Peace-Maker » et ses deux composants est une critique directe à ces innombrables négociations perdues et aux guerres qui en résultent, notamment le conflit israélo-palestinien.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Le titre présente un jeu de mots entre le pacemaker, une sorte de pile disposée dans le cœur d’un patient lui permettant de battre correctement et au patient simplement de vivre, et le mot peace- la paix.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Le cœur de mouton ouvert en deux exhibe un visage de clown qui à première vue paraît amusant mais vu de plus près il se révèle agressif et répugnant.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le gras du cœur modèle les dents du visage, les canaux sanguins et les veines sont saillants. Le mouton représente un animal docile qui a l’habitude de suivre paisiblement ses compagnons sans se poser de questions, sans opinions propres. Bien au contraire, dans cette situation ci, son cœur représente le système de gouvernements et de représentants qui font semblant que tout va se résoudre (par la paix ou bien la guerre) et&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ce visage ostensible présente un sourire de satisfaction. Fiction !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Le réseau électrique contenu dans ce système est une agression au monde extérieur, aux mouches qui se croient libres et volent vers la lumière. Cette agression se tourne contre le spectateur, qui en entendant&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;le son de l’électrocution, est surprit par cette attaque. Bien sûr le thème de la chaise électrique est amplement mis en relief.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Les néons forment la lumière qui attire les mouches vers la mort, vers le sourire… Il ne s’agit pas ici d’une demande politique mais plutôt d’un appel à la non violence, d’une critique, d’un cri. Assez de révéler un grand sourire et en même temps de continuer à lancer des offensives contre le peuple.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4305714141616492274-6176770008736631582?l=memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/feeds/6176770008736631582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4305714141616492274&amp;postID=6176770008736631582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/6176770008736631582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4305714141616492274/posts/default/6176770008736631582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoire-equivoque.blogspot.com/2008/09/peace-maker.html' title='Peace-Maker'/><author><name>virginie duhamel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8biYb1D0BrY/SNuPeggaI0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Txon7hKpxBE/s72-c/Peace+Maker0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
