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I knew where the hell I was going. Lucky for me, I guessed correctly at a fork and eventually made it back. I was never happier to see artificial light at the end of that ride. Gili Air, Indonesia. Stone-oven pizza. Fresh fruit smoothies. A pair of fins and goggles. All you need for to start your day on the smallest of the Gili Islands. Life moves at an even slower pace here than the already island life pace of Gili Trawangan and Gili Meno. Located between Bali and Lombok, this was a nice post-New Years respite from Kuta Bali and half the drunk and shirtless Australian population that flocked there during the holidays. The biggest decisions I had to make during my time on the Gili Islands were whether I wanted to do 1 or 2 dives a day, how many games of ping-pong I wanted to play with the locals, and what to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Not a bad way to start 2011. Narita, Japan. While not my ideal way of visiting Japan, I couldnt pass up an opportunity to at least grab an authentic bowl of ramen even if that meant traveling to the closest town from the airport for just a few hours. The alternative was to sit at Narita airport for 7 hours. Like my climb to Mt. Sinai, I put on every warm piece of clothing I had in my backpack in order to brave the weather in Japan, which was about 40 degrees lower than the weather a day before in Indonesia. The tank tops and fisherman pants that served me so well through Thailand and Indonesia was, expectedly, not useful at all. After I acquired that warm, warm, delicious bowl of noodles, I joined the other tourists and paid a visit to the Shinshoji Temple. And then I went for a bowl of rice and freshly grilled eel. Both meals cost more than what I paid to eat for a week at a time in Thailand and Indonesia. Montevideo, Uruguay. I came to Montevideo for the beef, but most come through en route to Brazil from Argentina or vice versa for the beach. Despite it being a pretty nice, and that no one should ever hold any grudge against a beach, I cant say I have fond memories here. I arrived on an overnight bus from BA at 8 am, sleep deprived, went to the beach to pass the time until my room was ready, only to pass out and wake up with the ugliest watch, sunglasses and farmers tan. Months of slow controlled tanning across Europe, Africa and Asia ruined by one careless moment. Yes, you can tell that the extent of my troubles and worries were not the same on the road as they are at home. Montevideo, Uruguay. Meat, meat and more meat. Uruguay has the highest per capita number of cows in the world. Its hard to say whether Uruguay or Argentina has the best beef in Latin America, but either side you take, thems fightin words.
At the Mercado del Puerto in Montevideo, you can sit down at one of the many parillas grilling up massive cuts of their finest grass-fed cows and judge for yourself. Siga la vaca. Buenos Aires, Argentina. One of my best things about traveling is meeting amazing people. The only thing that tops that is when you get to meet them again somewhere further down the line. I met an awesome couple on a 10-month around the world when we were all in Egypt. The last stop on their trip happened to be the first of mine in South America: Buenos Aires. El Ateneo is an opera house thats been turned into a massive bookstore. It is also where we chose to meet. Two big birds with one stone. And then an all-you-can-eat Argentine meat fiesta to celebrate. Buenos Aires, Argentina. Palermo is the fashionable and hip Soho district of Buenos Aires. Instead of being frowned upon, street artists are even commissioned to work on houses and business establishments. Cafes line the street and life moves at a fast but chill pace. Salta, Argentina. The view of Salta high atop San Bernardo Hill. From here, you can see across the Lerma Valley of northern Argentina. San Lorenzo, Argentina. Getting to San Lorenzo was an easy enough day trip from Salta, so I convinced two Chilean brothers who were bicycling from Chile to Salta to join me on this short bus ride to Saltas neighboring city. San Lorenzo was a pleasant surprise with its lush tropical flora and a nice hiking trail for the afternoon. Salta, Argentina. Every big night starts somewhere. In Salta, it began with two Chileans at my hostel I met who in turn had met two girls from Salta. Before the sun set, we met in the main square for a gastronomique tour of the city where I managed to demolish a huge lomito (steak sandwich), a bowl of mondongo (cow stomach stew), a bowl of locro (hearty Andean stew), and a side of roasted chicken and fries. We ended the night at a local boliche (night club) where I danced away the calories and was assaulted by a group of Argentinean woman who refused to let me sit down until I danced with each and every one of them. Cafayate, Argentina. While in Salta, I almost avoided checking out some of the surrounding regions since any of the tours would mean sitting in a van with other tourists for an entire day stopping every hour or so to step out of the van to see the sights along the way. Luckily for me, I slept through most of the boring bits and woke up to see the amazing scenery like the Castillos rock formations and the natural amphitheatre. And then I went back to sleep. Atacama Desert, Chile. The Atacama Desert is the driest desert on earth, hardly getting any rainfall in a year and about 10-15 days where clouds even appear. When a French explorer discovered a valley of stone and sand formations carved by the wind and
water and looking similar to the surface of the moon, he named it la Valle de la Luna or Valley of the Moon. When you combine such a barren and forbidding landscape with atmospheric fast-moving dark clouds, you get something that is, for a lack of a better description, out of this world. Atacama Desert, Chile. If the Atacama Desert was something to behold during the day, by sunset, it cranked itself up to eleven and put on quite a show. In this case, the photographs speak for themselves. Tatio Geysers, Chile Despite many early mornings waking up to catch buses, waking up to get off buses, and waking up to continue riding on a bus, it is still very difficult to wake up to get on a bus at 6500 ft at 4 am and then having to wake up at 13,800 ft 3 hours later. At that elevation, the Tatio Geysers are some of the highest in the world and are an incredible sight in the early morning when they erupt and the steam plumes rise up and disappear into air. It is an even more incredible experience when you can do it with a cup of hot coffee in hand and then go bathing in a thermal pool shortly after. Southern Altiplano, Bolivia. Geysers are cool. But they smell of sulfur. And sulfur smells like rotten eggs. So geysers are cool, but they smell like rotten eggs. Maybe not all, but this one did. Forgive my lack of excitement here. I was on a tour and one day away from finally seeing the Salar de Uyuni. Sur Lipez, Bolivia. Tight on time, quite a few people skip out on Bolivia while traveling through South America. Or simply opt to go straight to Uyuni to check out the salt flats there. From San Pedro de Atacama in Chile, I joined a 3 day tour that would end with the spectacular Salar de Uyuni. Our drunken driver (this is an unfortunate but common occurrence amongst tours here) did however take us to some of Bolivias most beautiful locations. One of those stops was in the Sur Lipez Provence to check out the Arbor de Piedra, a large stone shaped like a tree. Uyuni, Bolivia In the wet season, the endless cracked salt flats of Uyuni is flooded with rain water and perfectly reflects the blue sky. On a windless day, the horizon disappears altogether. The sight of the salar grabs you like a pair of rabbit ears and knocks whatever breath you have left in your diaphragm out like a pair of unwanted cut off jeans. Who I am kidding, who would throw out a pair of cut off jeans. Unfortunately for me, after years of anticipation, my driver managed to time everything just perfect, so that while the weather was still beautiful, we went shopping for trinkets and llama socks, made a two hour-long detour to the office, just to write down our passport number (which they are already had), and took our time eating lunch. Then when it started
to rain, he was ready to take us into the salt flats driving so slowly that he continuously fell asleep behind the wheel even after one of the girls punched him in the arm. The day before, he fell asleep driving at 70 mph and nearly flipped the car after running it off the road. All without one single word of apology. It was a pitiful site in the car as everyone sat there angry staring up at the blanketing rain cloud and hoping fruitlessly for the sun to burn through. The place was still surreal, but this was the only time during my time on the road that I actually hated someone. La Paz, Bolivia. Off the bat, this city knocks the wind of you, especially if you havent acclimated to the higher elevations. At around 12,000 ft, just walking around is exercise enough. I found that although it was not so polite to my Danish travel companions, it was a lot easier to avoid talking to them while we hiked up the stairs, one breath at a time, to the Mirador Killi Killi lookout point. Walking down was a lot easier, so I happily continued my conversation then, not so out of breath. La Cumbre Pass, Bolivia. La Cumbre Pass is the starting point of Bolivias Death Road, where riders gear up, brave the morning cold/snow/ice at 15,260 ft and descend down to 3,900 ft over a 40 mile stretch of road through some of the most beautiful terrain. It was christened the worlds most dangerous road since most of the winding path is no wider than 10 ft and the drops are at least 1800 ft. If careful and respectful of your own limits, the dangerous part is over-hyped, but despite that, the views and microclimate changes alone are worth a 2nd ride down. Copacabana, Bolivia. In the town of Copacabana (not the one from the Barry Manilows annoyingly catch song), I went to the edge of town to watch the sun set on Lake Titicaca. This was one of those sunsets that appeared like a painted canvas that moving right in front of your eyes. I watched as boat skippers undocked and moved their ships out to the waters before the night swallowed them in its darkness. Puno, Peru On the Peruvian side of Lake Titicaca, you can visit the floating islands of Puno. The Uros people build their villages on bundles of reeds that are strong and buoyant enough to effectively become a floating island. These islands were originally built to withstand attacks from aggressive neighbors, but now they make for a pretty nice tourist attraction. Cusco, Peru. The main square in Cusco always seems busy without feeling busy. Women pass out little flyers for cheap massages, tour offices advertise the lowest prices to Machu Picchu and the rainforest, and both locals and visitors sit around the fountain chatting about yesterday and tomorrow. Everything seems busy, but somehow so effortless. Santa Teresa, Peru. On the 3rd day of our jungle trail trek to Machu Picchu, we started
from Santa Teresa and hiked to the hidroelectrica de Machu Picchu. The walk along a paved road provided a few worthwhile sites like this tumultuous waterfall, but it was notable because after the ridiculous number of invisible bites from the sand flies along the trail over the previous two days, today I actually saw the beginning of its devastating effects that would make the bug bites I got in Thailand and Indonesia look and feel like a day spa treatment at the Four Seasons. Fun stuff. Machu Picchu, Peru. The night before the climb to Machu Picchu, I stupidly left my iPhone behind at an internet cafe in Aguas Caliente, losing perhaps one of the single most important items in my possession, after having lost practically nothing in over 6 months and with just 10 days left to my trip. A few hours later, I woke up at 3 am along with the rest of my group, put on my rain shell and hiked in the rain to the foot of the bridge to wait with a group of about 50 other people for the gates to open. At 4:50, the gates opened up and we began on 40 minutes of non-stop stairs up to Machu Picchu in the dark and in the rain. Despite arriving wet, sweaty, and hungry, when the clouds finally parted and revealed the ancient Incan ruins, I just simply forgot about everything else, including the hundreds of videos and thousands of photos I had lost along with my phone. Machu Picchu, Peru. You can hardly walk 10 minutes without running into a view more impressive than the last in Machu Picchu. From the top, you can look down on the ruins and at the edge of the ruins, you can look down into the clouds and the vast valley below. Being one of the first people up Machu Picchu that morning, I got one of the coveted passes to climb Huayna Picchu. Making the way up the steep, wet steps of this younger brother to Machu Picchu, you cant help but imagine a city built on the clouds themselves. The immensity of this place just makes you feel so small and lost amongst the ruins. Yosemite, USA. The Hetch-Hetchy Dam. This is where San Francisco gets its drinking water from. Natural and straight from the glacial source connected by a 167 mile long aqueduct. Our backpacking trip began near the dam and took us past Wapama Falls and to Rancheria Falls, where we camped for the night out in the Yosemite wilderness. Las Vegas, USA. What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas. Viva Las Vegas. Go Big or Go Home. Winner Winner Chicken Dinner. The House Always Wins. Never Pay The Hooker Up Front. The Happiest Place on Earth. All sayings and slogans about Las Vegas. What else needs to be said? In the Air, USA. Red eye flight from San Francisco to Washington D.C. 6 AM. Who knew the passengers around me would not enjoy waking up to the sound of my camera shutter going off
every few seconds continuously for 5 minutes. Washington DC, USA. Any museum that has a T-Rex fossil, mummies, the remains of a giant squid, and a massive diamond is a pretty neat museum in my books. And they have an 8-ton, 14-foot African elephant taxidermy right in the middle of the rotunda to welcome guests to this free Smithsonian museum. Washington DC, USA. The DC Metro station boasts some of the longest escalators in the Western Hemisphere that can take around 3 minutes to ride standing still. From the surface, it takes you deep down to where the platforms are located. The vaulted concrete ceilings are stunning to behold in person, but Im guessing that most daily Metro riders heading to and from work probably overlook this modern architectural marvel. Philadelphia, USA. Back to my Alma Mater, the University of Pennsylvania. How many times have I walked down Locust Walk and how many more times would I have walked down if I actually went to all my classes? The path from here to the world of finance to backpacking the world and then becoming a photographer may not be a straight or related one, but sometimes thats just how the universe works. And Ill take it. New York, USA. Whenever I stand in places like the main concourse of the Grand Central Terminal watching people arrive, depart, welcoming visitors and loved ones, I imagine what it would look like if I could tag each and everyone person leaving the terminal and follow them to their final destinations. Within a span of 24 hours, you would see thousands and thousands of lines shoot out from a single point and spreading all over America and even the rest of the world. And then to recall that at one point in time, they were all in the same place: the Grand Central Terminal in New York City. Just fascinating. New York, USA. Believe it or not, Im not usually a fan of big cities where lots of people gather. Its just a bit too noisy and crowded for my taste. I certainly wouldnt want to be in Time Square on New Years Eve standing in the cold, but its somewhat manageable most evenings. Even if all around you is advertisement blaring and flashing at you, its hard to not be impressed by the scale and immensity of the whole thing. Boston, USA. Two friends traveling around the world. Across 5 continents, we backpacked. Across 3 oceans, we flew. Across countless cities, we ate, dived, danced, and explored. The only thing was we did it 6 months apart. How ironic that we finally overlap in Boston of all locations after missing each other by as little as a week and only a few hundred miles. San Francisco, USA. San Francisco is infamous for its relatively cold California weather. Luckily on this day, the sun came through just before twilight and gorgeously lit up the skies ever so gently while the winds blew the clouds across the bay and over Alcatraz. You dont have to go very
far from home to witness nature in its most divine moments. San Francisco, USA. Pier 39. Quite the tourist destination in San Francisco, the pier is a gateway to Alcatraz, and also a stop for a half-decent bowl of clam chowder. 508 2011 Kien Lam Photography. All rights reserved.
de outros artistas fundamentais como Barnett Newman e Franz Kline, eles formaram um nucleo que se uniu nao somente para se contrapor as tensoes da sociedade americana a partir da decada de 1930, mas tambem em torno do objetivo de forjar uma nova linguagem visual. Levando em conta estudos mais recentes, David Anfam explora as implicacoes politicas e o contexto cultural do movimento, lancando nova luz sobre as obras produzidas. David Anfam e historiador e critico de arte. Escreveu varios livros, entre os quais Franz Kline: Black & White: 1950-1961 (1994), Mark Rothko: The Works on Canvas A Catalogue Raisonne (1998) e Anish Kapoor (2009). Em 2008, foi curador da primeira exposicao organizada pela galeria Haunch of Venison em Nova York: Abstract Expressionism: A World Elsewhere. Anfam e membro do conselho do Museu Clyfford Still, em Denver, e ganhador do Premio Mitchell de Historia da Arte (2000) e do Premio Umhoeffer por Realizacoes nas Areas de Humanidades (2009).VEJA AS FOTOS ABAIXO clique na imagem para dar continuidade ao slideshow.Outras atividades IIPalestra de David Anfam sobre seu livro Expressionismo abstratoNo dia 06 de marco de 2013, a convite do Grupo de Pesquisas Cromaticas (CAP/ECA/USP), David Anfam realizou uma fala sobre seu livro Expressionismo abstrato. O evento ocorreu no Auditorio Lupe Cotrim no predio central da Escola de Comunicacoes e Artes da Universidade de Sao Paulo (ECA/USP).Nessa ocasiao, os alunos do Departamento de Artes Plasticas da ECA/USP puderam discutir com o autor sua leitura original e instigante sobre o assunto.VEJA AS FOTOS ABAIXO clique na imagem para dar continuidade ao slideshow.ParceirosREALIZACAO:APOIO:Ficha TecnicaPalestrantes:Ana MagalhaesDavid AnfamToshiya EchizenTakashi SuzukiOrganizacao:Marco G. GiannottiFabiola Salles MarianoTais Cabral MonteiroMaura GrimaldiRealizacao:USPPRCEUECAGRUPO DE PESQUISAS CROMATICASCENTRO UNIVERSITARIO MARIA ANTONIA - USPApoio:FAPESPCAPESVRERI - USPLocal: Centro Universitario Maria Antonia - USPEscola de Comunicacoes e Artes - ECA/USPData:Marco de 2013Evento gratuito
temos o belo exemplo de Nuvens dePassaros Brancos (1956, traduzido no Brasil pela editora Nova Fronteira), livro deYasunari Kawabata, ganhador do Premio Nobel de 1968. Nessa obra, boa parte da tramagira em torno da cerimonia do cha e da importancia simbolica que cada utensilio passa aadquirir na acao, como quando, por exemplo, uma taca de chasen, que guarda consigo asmarcas do batom dos labios da senhora Ota, e partido e indica um desenlace tragico doenredo.O museu tambem faz exposicoes temporarias em torno das estacoes do ano: durante aprimavera mostrou a obra de um pintor muito interessante chamado Nagasawa Rosetsu(1754-1799), um dos artistas responsaveis pelo "renascimento" da pintura paisagistica emKioto. Possuidor de refinada ironia, sua obra oscila entre imagens meio abstratas, meiofigurativas, feitas com pinceladas rapidas e outras com imenso apreco ao detalhe. Aosolhos de um pintor ocidental, as imagens mais gestuais sao fascinantes, enquanto outrasbeiram a ilustracao. Para o verao, o museu planeja realizar uma exposicao sobre a artepre-colombiana.A construcao desse museu esta intimamente ligada as atividades espirituais desenvolvidaspor Mihoko Koyama. A escolha do arquiteto ocorreu pelo fato de Pei ter anteriormentefeito o campanario em Misono, proximo ao museu, suntuosa sede do Shinji Shumekaiinternational center, movimento espiritual presidido por ela. Shinji significa amor divino,Shumei, luz divina, e kai, organizacao. Cerca de 300 mil pessoas ao redor do mundofazem parte desse movimento, que prega a paz espiritual atraves do contato harmonicocom a natureza e com a beleza suscitada pelas obras de arte. Seu mentor espiritual foiMokichi Okada, que Mihoko conheceu em 1941. Este nome nao e estranho ao publicobrasileiro, visto que em 1971 surgiu em Sao Paulo a Fundacao Mokiti Okada, quedesenvolve uma serie de atividades ligadas ao bem-estar, a saude e ao meio ambiente. Areligiao, de carater messianico, pode causar arrepios em muitos, ao propor a cura e apurificacao pelas maos, mas, desde que sua causa resulte em "paraisos terrestres" comoesse, nada a reclamar!MARCO GIANNOTTI, ARTISTA PLASTICO, ESTA NO JAPAO COMO PROFESSOR-2 of 3 8/17/11 9:21 AMMuseu no paraiso - Estadao.com.br http://www.estadao.com.br/noticia_imp.php?req=impresso,mus...VISITANTE DA UNIVERSIDADE DE KYOTO
take root inour soil and become prosperous, we need to import the whole plant, that is, wehave to understand the basis from which the flower has emerged Cf.: GalleryGuide of the collection of the National Museum of Modern Art. Tokyo: Museumof Modern Art Tokyo, 2005, p. 53, [8] PEDROSA, Op. cit., p. 309.[9] A galeria Deco foi fundada em 1981, representaartistas plasticos contemporaneos japoneses e nikeis. Escultura, pintura,fotografia, instalacao e objeto sao os suportes usados pelos estetas, que sediferenciam por um inovador desenvolvimento plastico e conceitual.Trabalhar com jovens artistas, escolhidos nas Universidades de Artes Plasticasde Musashino e Tama, no Japao, e uma das principais atividades do espaco, desdeos anos 90. Estabelecida desde o inicio, em duas casas da decada de20 (com 150 metros quadrados - em seis salas expositivas), no bairro da BelaVista, a galeria nasceu de um projeto da diretora Hideko Suzuki Taguchi e seumarido Rene Sadayuki Taguchi, que tem como fundamento fortalecer e divulgar nomesde talentos recem-formados e ja renomados no mercado nacional e internacional,como Yayoi Kusama, Takashi Murakami e Yoshitomo Nara. Texto extraido do sitio http://www.galeriadeco.com.br/, consultado em junho de 2013.