<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019495815859045002</id><updated>2011-10-26T05:41:09.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>porfirio alves pires</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porfirio-pires.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porfirio-pires.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>porfirio alves pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551729922600067198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyUPZ4uJn5I/AAAAAAAAFr4/gDtygi6OgXI/S220/Imagem3.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019495815859045002.post-2092607241308632801</id><published>2010-02-28T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T03:46:17.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;INTURA&lt;/span&gt; - 1&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;956&lt;/span&gt; - 2&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anotação preleminar&lt;/strong&gt; - Esta página começa no dia de hoje, no entanto, enquanto percurso, pode ser vista do fim para o princípio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Cada&amp;nbsp;marcação cronológica&amp;nbsp;refere-se a uma das fase que é desenvolvida&amp;nbsp; nas hiperligações&amp;nbsp; em fim de página: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. a paisagem do ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; contendo seis vídeos e a entrevista ao "Cartaz das Artes", na&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; TVI;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. os anos 00 e os anos 10&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;referentes a 2006&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;2011;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. as décadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que dizem respeito ao tempo vai entre&amp;nbsp; 1956 e 2006, sendo que para Os Anos 50 ter-se-à que abrir &lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mensagens antigas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;no fim da página de as décadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Os A&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOS&lt;/span&gt; 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hc0jUNDVq4/TqIcqkP-UTI/AAAAAAAAGV0/YhfzsxDlUGU/s1600/Imagem1apoppop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hc0jUNDVq4/TqIcqkP-UTI/AAAAAAAAGV0/YhfzsxDlUGU/s400/Imagem1apoppop.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Nos anos 10,&amp;nbsp;a história começou por desenhos, sempre os desenhos na medida em que constituem um processo analítico da figuração.&amp;nbsp;Também o&amp;nbsp;Homem, sempre ele, escamoteado como de costume(!). Porquê? Porque as evidências impedem a comunicação, anulam as ambiguidades e dizem o que têm a dizer, sem mais. Empobrecem o discurso. Então, situação de compromisso: &lt;strong&gt;O Homem Apagado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartaz da exposição na Galeria Vieira Portuense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019495815859045002-2092607241308632801?l=porfirio-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/2092607241308632801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/2092607241308632801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porfirio-pires.blogspot.com/2010/02/p-intura-1956-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>porfirio alves pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551729922600067198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyUPZ4uJn5I/AAAAAAAAFr4/gDtygi6OgXI/S220/Imagem3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hc0jUNDVq4/TqIcqkP-UTI/AAAAAAAAGV0/YhfzsxDlUGU/s72-c/Imagem1apoppop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019495815859045002.post-5027825981706766260</id><published>2009-11-21T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:05:59.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ONTIJO&lt;/span&gt; - 2&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;008&lt;/span&gt; - 2&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" dir="ltr" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SxB7w6TlgFI/AAAAAAAAFNk/qiwc-Nq2UWI/s320/Imagem6.png" width="320" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Ruptura do Improvável. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O improvável é frágil quando acontece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tem de se ter muito cuidado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E se, olhando atentamente, a realidade desliza, patenteando o inexistente, então que sirva para do improvável se fazer o maior elogio na figuração que se concretiza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É esta a finalidade expressa: elogiar o inexistente no quotidiano das coisas, admitindo&amp;nbsp; que as fracturas podem remeter para uma formalização abstractizante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É ténue o limiar entre a realidade e a abstracção ou melhor dizendo: ambos são referentes de um mesmo contínuo. Então, para além das referências de enquadramento histórico, quadro conceptual e&amp;nbsp; modos de fazer, que caiba aqui o elogio da ruptura do improvável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019495815859045002-5027825981706766260?l=porfirio-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/5027825981706766260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/5027825981706766260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porfirio-pires.blogspot.com/2009/11/2008-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>porfirio alves pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551729922600067198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyUPZ4uJn5I/AAAAAAAAFr4/gDtygi6OgXI/S220/Imagem3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SxB7w6TlgFI/AAAAAAAAFNk/qiwc-Nq2UWI/s72-c/Imagem6.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019495815859045002.post-6751036983873312966</id><published>2009-11-21T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T04:30:47.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;2007 - 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Sx_N8WfyCkI/AAAAAAAAFaY/_1RRIgQTi9g/s1600-h/Imagem14.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Sx_N8WfyCkI/AAAAAAAAFaY/_1RRIgQTi9g/s320/Imagem14.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Paisagem do ninguém.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Fotografias de montagens que juntam recortes, outras fotogafias e um sem número de objectos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Processo de&amp;nbsp;formação de ideogramas que permite divagar pelas áreas das imagens fabricadas sem direcção determinada embora, subjacente, tenha um fio condutor para cada capítulo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A Paisagem do ninguém será reagrupada em seis vídeos, já em 2010: Entre o Ali e o Acolá; A Ordem dos Maiores; A Ordem dos Menores; A Ordem das Coisas; A Ordem do Silêncio; A Ordem do Sem-Sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019495815859045002-6751036983873312966?l=porfirio-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/6751036983873312966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/6751036983873312966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porfirio-pires.blogspot.com/2009/11/montijo-2007-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>porfirio alves pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551729922600067198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyUPZ4uJn5I/AAAAAAAAFr4/gDtygi6OgXI/S220/Imagem3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Sx_N8WfyCkI/AAAAAAAAFaY/_1RRIgQTi9g/s72-c/Imagem14.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019495815859045002.post-9023990075465502587</id><published>2009-11-19T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T03:58:20.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;004 &lt;/span&gt;- 2&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" dir="ltr" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Szn3BW4BraI/AAAAAAAAGI8/FtSxqFunie0/s1600-h/Imagem9pop.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Szn3BW4BraI/AAAAAAAAGI8/FtSxqFunie0/s320/Imagem9pop.png" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Na sociedade atomizada, nos grupos sociais rarefeitos, vislumbram-se mal as feições do "eu" de cada um. Então, dos retratos que se tiram, sublinham-se sinais exteriores que procuram indiciar quem os suporta e quem por ele é definido.Trata-se de a partir da justeza da linha, da eficácia do modelado, da congruência do claro-escuro, do acordo de tons, da justeza cromática, gerar a similitude do retrato com eles (os retratados) que, manifestamente pretendem ser reconhecíveis. Trata-se de dizer o que são sem nunca dizer quem são. São, meramente, &lt;strong&gt;Os Uns e os Outros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019495815859045002-9023990075465502587?l=porfirio-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/9023990075465502587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/9023990075465502587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porfirio-pires.blogspot.com/2009/11/2004-2006-os-uns-e-os-outros-e-com-toda.html' title=''/><author><name>porfirio alves pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551729922600067198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyUPZ4uJn5I/AAAAAAAAFr4/gDtygi6OgXI/S220/Imagem3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Szn3BW4BraI/AAAAAAAAGI8/FtSxqFunie0/s72-c/Imagem9pop.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019495815859045002.post-680296435064218662</id><published>2009-11-18T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T04:00:57.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;M&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ontijo&lt;/span&gt; - 1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;993 &lt;/span&gt;- 2&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SzuMPSqL-mI/AAAAAAAAGNE/6t1OzP7AOgw/s1600-h/Imagem14.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SzuMPSqL-mI/AAAAAAAAGNE/6t1OzP7AOgw/s320/Imagem14.png" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O retrato das ausências. &lt;/strong&gt;Preogressivamente definem-se formas, tormam-se mais "verdade" ao mesmo tempo que o campo que suporta a figura se neutraliza e funciona como mero pano de fundo colorido. Os corpos mostram-se por vezes, mas não totalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Toda a carga de intencionalidade é centrada nos desconhecidos que se retratam, o que vai ser claramente assumido, embora,, aproximando o real vislumbrado, subitamente se parte para uma quase abstracção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;993&lt;/span&gt; - 1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;996&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyPUTplvpII/AAAAAAAAFpQ/UI2e3sLSQ6Q/s1600-h/Imagem1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyPUTplvpII/AAAAAAAAFpQ/UI2e3sLSQ6Q/s320/Imagem1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A complexa história da deformação dos corpos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;é&amp;nbsp; o retorno ao antropomorfismo explícito. As figuras surgem como que esvaziadas, guardando somente a presemça do ausente. É a alteração do invólucro perante o conteúdo ausente&amp;nbsp;e a relação dúbia entre o que se vê e o que é sugerido. Os corpos são trabalhados no sentido da deformação expressiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019495815859045002-680296435064218662?l=porfirio-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/680296435064218662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/680296435064218662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porfirio-pires.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-anos-90.html' title=''/><author><name>porfirio alves pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551729922600067198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyUPZ4uJn5I/AAAAAAAAFr4/gDtygi6OgXI/S220/Imagem3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SzuMPSqL-mI/AAAAAAAAGNE/6t1OzP7AOgw/s72-c/Imagem14.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019495815859045002.post-3520223460993311905</id><published>2009-11-18T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:15:29.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;L&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;isboa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;983 &lt;/span&gt;- &amp;nbsp;1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Sz4pU7Y2SvI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/A7qE87VMlwA/s1600-h/Imagem2pop.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Sz4pU7Y2SvI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/A7qE87VMlwA/s320/Imagem2pop.png" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os gestos da terra&lt;/strong&gt; no processamento do imaginário falam da existência do gesto que teve lugar, agora petrificado e tornado coisa e declamando uma poética de enaltecimento da estranheza, mas intimista na sua expressão gráfica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As figuras ignoram o campo, ou seja: situam-se na página branca sem relação com ela, afirmando-se fortemente e introvertendo-se. Fechadas sobre elas mesmas excluem tudo o que as rodeia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O gesto fica só, sem envolvente, sem passado, sem devir. Está ali petrificado, quase como não sendo já&amp;nbsp;o gesto, mas tão somente&amp;nbsp;o facto&amp;nbsp;de o ter sido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019495815859045002-3520223460993311905?l=porfirio-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/3520223460993311905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/3520223460993311905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porfirio-pires.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-s-nos-80-lisboa-1983-1990-o-retrato.html' title=''/><author><name>porfirio alves pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551729922600067198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyUPZ4uJn5I/AAAAAAAAFr4/gDtygi6OgXI/S220/Imagem3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Sz4pU7Y2SvI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/A7qE87VMlwA/s72-c/Imagem2pop.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019495815859045002.post-5858637240072597830</id><published>2009-11-16T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T02:38:30.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;L&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;isboa &lt;/span&gt;- 1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;975 &lt;/span&gt;-1&lt;/span&gt;983&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" dir="ltr" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Sz6IuoZ3oOI/AAAAAAAAGSU/9126iR8XVIk/s1600-h/Imagem2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Sz6IuoZ3oOI/AAAAAAAAGSU/9126iR8XVIk/s320/Imagem2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outros afazeres&lt;/strong&gt; foram imperativos. O trabalho de projecto no bairro da lata é intenso e quando termina inicia-se a teorização dos acontecimentos, a divulgação e debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" dir="ltr" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;P&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;aris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;- 1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;969&lt;/span&gt; - 1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;974&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Sz6tKBBsQwI/AAAAAAAAGUs/xwHaHMcwjUM/s1600-h/Imagem9.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Sz6tKBBsQwI/AAAAAAAAGUs/xwHaHMcwjUM/s320/Imagem9.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A quarta dinensão. &lt;/strong&gt;Maio de 68 tinha passado e o pensamento de Marcuse foi sendo diluido e anulado pelo retomar do dia a dia normalizado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E a agitação continuava agora (e ainda) nos meios artísticos. Nos efervescentes anos do começo de 70 não poderia ser de outra maneira. Experimenta~se o tridimensional e o cinetismo também, procurando o fascínio do movimento e a estranheza dos resultados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019495815859045002-5858637240072597830?l=porfirio-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/5858637240072597830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/5858637240072597830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porfirio-pires.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-anos-70.html' title=''/><author><name>porfirio alves pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551729922600067198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyUPZ4uJn5I/AAAAAAAAFr4/gDtygi6OgXI/S220/Imagem3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/Sz6IuoZ3oOI/AAAAAAAAGSU/9126iR8XVIk/s72-c/Imagem2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019495815859045002.post-8746519455873520356</id><published>2009-11-15T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T02:33:47.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;aris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;- 1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;966&lt;/span&gt; - 1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;969&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Época de todas as pesquisas.&lt;/strong&gt; O existencialismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/S41LlxBIyWI/AAAAAAAAGVU/_L0D6AmTGdU/s1600-h/Imagem11.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="89" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/S41LlxBIyWI/AAAAAAAAGVU/_L0D6AmTGdU/s320/Imagem11.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;viera da filosofia para a literatura e agora estava no modo de vida, nas roupas e nas atitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;O Mestre André Michel não tem contemplações: quer precisão total na exactidão da representação,&amp;nbsp; para de seguida exigir a liberdade de expressão total, em breves segundos de trabalho. Há que recomeçar sempre e de cada vez, mas recomeçar um patamar acima, &amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; que nem sempre acontece e o que coloca a angústia de fazer sempre melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;B&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;raga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;- 1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;962 &lt;/span&gt;-&amp;nbsp;1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;965&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyZV-e8tChI/AAAAAAAAFxA/amKsRrDJWRU/s1600-h/Imagem1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" rs="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyZV-e8tChI/AAAAAAAAFxA/amKsRrDJWRU/s320/Imagem1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sedução da "arte" &lt;/strong&gt;O Mestre Alberto Campos ensinava a pintar lidos ramos de flores, porque isso lhe pediam, mas pelo atelier também passavam modelos ataviados nos seus fatos domingueiros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De qualquer modo era o ambiente de atelier, as opiniões do Mestre, as cores e os papeis, o cheiro das tintas, o ambiente artístico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019495815859045002-8746519455873520356?l=porfirio-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/8746519455873520356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/8746519455873520356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porfirio-pires.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-anosn-60.html' title=''/><author><name>porfirio alves pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551729922600067198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyUPZ4uJn5I/AAAAAAAAFr4/gDtygi6OgXI/S220/Imagem3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/S41LlxBIyWI/AAAAAAAAGVU/_L0D6AmTGdU/s72-c/Imagem11.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019495815859045002.post-7327388353530183729</id><published>2009-11-15T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:21:04.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;M&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ontalegre &lt;/span&gt;-&amp;nbsp;1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;956&lt;/span&gt; -&amp;nbsp;1&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;960&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyY7M0iNRTI/AAAAAAAAFwA/oKfdDioRUpU/s1600-h/Imagem2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="99" rs="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyY7M0iNRTI/AAAAAAAAFwA/oKfdDioRUpU/s320/Imagem2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos tempos do aprender a&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;biblioteca itinerante vem todos os meses e com ela os livros e fotos de pintura. E o contacto con o "exterior" fica por aí. A região de Barroso fecha-se em uma agricultura de subsistência, um comércio mínimo e poucos funcionários públicos. Esse outro mundo fascinante, o mundo das formas e das cores, está muito para além das fronteiras de isolamento do planalto barrosão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019495815859045002-7327388353530183729?l=porfirio-pires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/7327388353530183729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019495815859045002/posts/default/7327388353530183729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porfirio-pires.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-anos-50-o-quarto-em-montalegre.html' title=''/><author><name>porfirio alves pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08551729922600067198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyUPZ4uJn5I/AAAAAAAAFr4/gDtygi6OgXI/S220/Imagem3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JZgasE3DdBU/SyY7M0iNRTI/AAAAAAAAFwA/oKfdDioRUpU/s72-c/Imagem2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
