Friday, May 21, 2010

Confirmation Community Service Needed?

A short way to heaven.

was very hot in the boiler, and the charred wrappers Lick Tita and Tuti Frutti chorriadas memories began to not want to live.

Then I went out, luckily it started to rain and I had no umbrella, I needed something refreshing and spicy.
The first bar I went, I was offered this drink, not spicy, but when I did acid about the same effect. I went out and was someone else, much colder and feelings, carrying a briefcase full of children's drawings and color crayons syrup.

I figured all I could paint with those colors, from coconut flan syrup to the feet of the canary. A canary, at first I thought it was odd, because I thought I only had household cage, then followed it with his eyes. At one point I lost it, had stood in the eye of a statue of skull and crossbones, but the minute came up with it all up, as if they had called emergency.

I tried, I tried to follow with his eyes, but had not gone to the eye doctor last week and still had the 2.50 in each eye. The plot more than I could stomach screaming then grabbed a ladder that I found there, a worn marble in the middle.
I went and got a lot but my thighs and my blood was burning oil and spark plugs, so I opted for the elevator, by the way beautiful.

I woke up and did not know if I had slept for 5 minutes or hours, but the lift continued to rise. I decided to stop, wipe the drool and exit.

There was the canary buying white paint.

What Can I Do To Make My Fingers Skinny

creative writing workshop in Benalmadena



Even with a hangover from Wednesday (celebrate the end of writing workshop with a few drinks), I commented how happy I feel after three months of contact with two groups students who have followed with interest the lessons and my Ramón Alcaraz practical contributions.
A Ramón already know and you know their expertise and efficiency to conduct these workshops. I've released
speaker at this first, and the experience has enriched me. Has been a happy partnership.
Now we must edit a book with all the stories end. Some individuals remain in the Library of Arroyo de la Miel, which has sponsored and made possible this conference.
And above all, I feel great satisfaction in having shared with students emotions, knowledge and experiences. It is good to face workshops.
very contentaaaa Lola!

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Does Eating Night Before Cholesterol Test

THE HOME THEATER new novel Ysabel



Yes, I have the home theater. The director of a documentary on the work of painting and sculpture of Henry Boder, my son Albert. Atrettzo
All the traveling, the lighting, the decor ... and other elements needed for a video that lasts for 3 to 4 minutes, they have done. We've had two days of shooting. Have been problems along the same: Small camera jumps along dolly tracks (headaches to discover that he had a few drops of paint dry, so it's sensible), too light, some little , shiny backdrops, had to remove several times the platform where the camera is sitting ... (Now I understand the difficulties that a shoot). Already solved these setbacks, are preparing to roll CAMERA, ACTION, SE RUEDAAAAA!
Then comes the work of editing and montage, music, text, credits ... My participation is a poem based on the sculpture and painting, the subject of the next exhibition of my husband.
What I tell you why all this ...? because creativity is exciting, because I'm enjoying a lot, and wanted to share with you (my readers).
What would life be without art!

Poem (Lola Buendía)

First came the burning fields
Oranges, golds, Castillian countryside, Youth
reaped with scythes burnished sun.

He turned the light and there was fire in the mountains
Red, purple, skies tinged sunset
The hand of the painter he remained quiet.

poet persisted in his attempt to move the canvas
In its verb
Rectangle snowy, silent language. Brushes

has long forgotten dry
accumulated color palette
eager dreams die ... not to be. A bold violet


Open a furrow in the black. Hands wake

The painting comes to life. Artist and painting

sealed
destinations Exhausted
by years of neglect and misunderstandings.