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-

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...

 

 

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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