tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87291723241058864632012-02-16T09:07:10.311-08:00jufranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08722101911135653660noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729172324105886463.post-75185840676522196602007-03-26T19:01:00.000-07:002007-03-26T19:08:26.178-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh8RTwE4SI/AAAAAAAAACE/j8mqYuhPlpE/s1600-h/PICT1371.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046420019270181154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh8RTwE4SI/AAAAAAAAACE/j8mqYuhPlpE/s320/PICT1371.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh8SDwE4TI/AAAAAAAAACM/U_hJpzmVFXs/s1600-h/PICT1373.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046420032155083058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh8SDwE4TI/AAAAAAAAACM/U_hJpzmVFXs/s320/PICT1373.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh8STwE4UI/AAAAAAAAACU/QxjMWqD9318/s1600-h/PICT1374.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046420036450050370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh8STwE4UI/AAAAAAAAACU/QxjMWqD9318/s320/PICT1374.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729172324105886463-7518584067652219660?l=jufranilab.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jufranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08722101911135653660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729172324105886463.post-15283754082469537612007-03-26T16:44:00.000-07:002007-03-26T19:01:17.570-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh6PTwE4OI/AAAAAAAAABk/2Qu5bikPXlA/s1600-h/PICT1363.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046417785887187170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh6PTwE4OI/AAAAAAAAABk/2Qu5bikPXlA/s320/PICT1363.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh6PzwE4PI/AAAAAAAAABs/joC89zBYn1w/s1600-h/PICT1367.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046417794477121778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh6PzwE4PI/AAAAAAAAABs/joC89zBYn1w/s320/PICT1367.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh6QjwE4QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5opL7oHZf3s/s1600-h/PICT1369.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046417807362023682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh6QjwE4QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5opL7oHZf3s/s320/PICT1369.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh6RDwE4RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g_NrAkKQ3tg/s1600-h/PICT1372.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046417815951958290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh6RDwE4RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g_NrAkKQ3tg/s320/PICT1372.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yuxtaposición</span> de la luz con la sombra me hace pensar en un lenguaje binario que me habla de dos cosas no mas. Si, no. Blanco, negro. Hombre, mujer. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Podría</span> existir un lenguaje nuevo si codificamos las formas de las siluetas. Oscuras manchas de a<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ntigüedad</span> larga, habla de un reflejo bipolar o de un dispositivo <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">unívoco</span> que sin importar contiene <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">música</span>.<br /><br />El fin es encontrar el sonido en una partitura de luz. ¿podre hablar de sonido manipulando la luz y su sombra?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729172324105886463-1528375408246953761?l=jufranilab.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jufranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08722101911135653660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729172324105886463.post-87165762720327931322007-03-25T16:46:00.000-07:002007-03-26T18:37:21.299-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh1LTwE4GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SK5twpNYLTw/s1600-h/PICT1355.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046412219609571426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh1LTwE4GI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SK5twpNYLTw/s320/PICT1355.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh1MTwE4HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U960RjiOJjg/s1600-h/PICT1356.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046412236789440626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh1MTwE4HI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U960RjiOJjg/s320/PICT1356.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh1MzwE4II/AAAAAAAAAA0/Giv10etcrvU/s1600-h/PICT1357.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046412245379375234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh1MzwE4II/AAAAAAAAAA0/Giv10etcrvU/s320/PICT1357.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh1NjwE4JI/AAAAAAAAAA8/55Zx4Hw1OpM/s1600-h/PICT1361.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046412258264277138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/Rgh1NjwE4JI/AAAAAAAAAA8/55Zx4Hw1OpM/s320/PICT1361.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Pienso por un instante en <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cage</span> y en su 4'33'', donde el silencio no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">existía</span>. siempre hay un movimiento en el espacio que traduce sonido. Siento la <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">interacción</span> de luz y sombra como una <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sinfonía</span> de movimiento que sin importar su forma, siempre va ser <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">armónica</span>.<br /><br />La luz corta la sombra con una suave caricia <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dándole</span> paso a la <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">música</span> del espacio negro o como <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">también</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">llamaría</span> silencio</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729172324105886463-8716576272032793132?l=jufranilab.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jufranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08722101911135653660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8729172324105886463.post-14077194160770096082007-03-25T15:33:00.000-07:002007-03-26T16:43:58.950-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/RgcIYEuLo2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qkXyBsVYE1g/s1600-h/PICT1266.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046011117169255266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/RgcIYEuLo2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qkXyBsVYE1g/s320/PICT1266.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/RgcIYUuLo3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OG7xpjzceec/s1600-h/PICT1271.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046011121464222578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/RgcIYUuLo3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OG7xpjzceec/s320/PICT1271.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/RgcIZEuLo4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JDO3Z6rwtOc/s1600-h/PICT1272.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046011134349124482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtNGBLgAlO8/RgcIZEuLo4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JDO3Z6rwtOc/s320/PICT1272.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Al observar la luz diaria que el sol nos provee y las bombillas en la noche, surge mi primera pregunta: ¿sera posible ver la luz en la sombra que los objetos generan?<br />Esto me llevo a datos como el color no existe, solo en nuestros ojos. O que el color de los objetos solo son los colores del espectro que el objeto no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">absorbió</span> de la luz blanca. Hasta que el color no existe en la naturaleza sino solo en nuestros ojos y cerebro.<br /><br />Pienso que la luz va con la sombra y viceversa, la ausencia de una es la presencia de la otra. ¿Que hay mas <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">allá</span> de este complot de luz y sombra que prepara la <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">física</span> para nuestros ojos y cerebro?.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8729172324105886463-1407719416077009608?l=jufranilab.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jufranihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08722101911135653660noreply@blogger.com0