The Clous factory o la Fábrica de Nubes

La fábrica de Nubes expresa un constructo polisémico, que conecta de manera explícita con la retórica del Viaje. Así cómo Odiseo, en el éxodo reconoce por la añoranza el valor de los afectos, la familia y de su propia existencia, de la misma manera nosotros en el viaje definimos quienes somos, por el contacto y el contraste con la Otredad, como en el laboratorio de fotografía la propia identidad es revelada por la alteridad.

De esta danza de luces y sombras, de contrastes y tonalidades surge el marco de referencia por el cual el australiano Ross Parsons, autor de la fábrica de Nubes, comienza a trazar una mapa emocional humano, una serie de estaciones que con formas de nubes le ayudan a delimitar un abanico de emociones humanas asociadas a las particulares formas y características de las nubes.

Clouds factory expresses a polysemic construct explicitly connecting to the rhetoric of Travel. So how Odysseus in the exodus recognized by the longing, the value of affection, family and of his own existence, in the same way on the trip we define who we are, by contact and contrast with Otherness, as in the photo lab's identity is revealed by otherness.

This dance of light and shadow, contrast and tonalities of the framework by which the Australian Ross Parsons, author of the Clouds factory, begins to draw , a human emotional map arises, a number of stations with cloud shapes you help delineate a range of human emotions associated with particular forms and characteristics of clouds.


domingo, 28 de diciembre de 2014


"High"


when i see you sky as i kite
as high as i might
i can't g
et that high
the how you move
the way you burst the clouds
it makes me want to try
when i see you sticky as lips
as licky as trips
i can't lick that far
but when you pout
the way you shout out loud
it makes me want to start
and when i see you happy as a girl
that swims in a works of magic show
it makes me bite my fingers through
to think i could've let you go
and when i see you
take the same sweet steps
you used to take
i say i'll keep holding you
my arms so tight
i'll never let you slip away
and when i see you kitten as a cat
yeah as smitten as that
i can't get that small
the way you fur
the how you purr
it makes me want to paw you all
and when i see you happy as a girl
that lives in a world of make-believe
it makes me pull my hair all out
to think i could've let you leave
and when i see you
take the same sweet steps
you used to take
i know i'll keep on holding you
in arms so tight
they'll never let you go


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