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El TRESome
Uno has held on March 10, 2008. The three latino artist
participants gathered at Rust Bar: Diana Blandon -Graphic Artist,
Colombia; Marcelo Novo -Painter, Argentina; and Ivan Segura -Writer,
Mexico.
Following the
guidelines, they procedeed to choose a topic for the creative challenge.
Ater a short discussion, they selected the topic: WHITE. Once the
theme was chosen, the participants had to complete their artistic
piece in the remaining time. The total time alloted for the creative
challenge is always 60 minutes.
Here
are the productions from El TRESome Uno.
Diana
Blandon
"For
me, white is opportunity, possibilities, potential. As soon as we
have selected the topic I started to think about a visual image
to represent that potential. I took several pictures at the bar
but I selected this one because I think it represents possibilities.
I love the contrast and it makes me think of a night with a full
moon…"

POSSIBILITY
Picture By Diana Blandon
-See
Diana Blandon's bio-
Marcelo
Novo
“White
for me represents possibilities. A white canvas asking to be painted,
a white piece of paper needing to be filled out. Following my method
of creation (Automatism), I simply asked for a pen and a piece of
paper from a notebook and decided to sketch in whatever came to
me at that moment. I love the result…it is almost as if the
woman at the bottom of the page is being pushed down by all the
white on top…"

Pen
on paper By Marcelo Novo
9 x 6"
-See
Marcelo Novo'bio-
Ivan
Segura
“White
is the absence of color. This inspired me to write a poem about
abandonment…
-Read
the English translation below.

Poem
by Ivan Segura
-See
Ivan Segura's bio-
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Desde
aquí te olvido
-llamarada de cordura en medio
de la tormenta
no he encontrado mas excusa
que mi propio placer
Ni te
lloro ni te explico
Ni te digo porque me voy
Tan solo te dejos estos restos
los pedazos de mi corazón
Me llevo
todos los colores
Pero dejo tu desesperante blanco
-unido a los momentos que nunca
pudieron ser
Si te
cuentan que caí
diles que estaba buscando
los mares más lejanos
Que me perdí
por no saber cuando detenerme...
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I
give you to oblivion from right here
-A blaze of consciousness
in the middle of the storm
I have not found better excuse
than my own pleasure
There
is neither crying nor explanations
I wont even tell you why I left
There are only remains left
The debris from my heart
I carry
with me all the colors
leaving behind your disquieting white
-Sewn to those moments
that could never be
If
you hear that I fell
Tell everyone I was looking
for the most distant seas
That I lost myself
Because I just didn’t know when to stop…
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