tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285546202012-02-10T11:17:52.738-03:00El ARTE es un intento. Intento de decir, de mostrar, de vivir. Las circunstancias que vive el artista, su realidad, la geografía del paisaje, el idioma y la cultura que lo nutren dan color, forma y pensamientos a sus trazos, a sus pinceladas, a sus palabras. Es incierto el destino hacia el que va, sólo es tangible el camino que recorre cada día, en cada trazo, en cada pincelada, en cada palabra. Eli Pstyga, 2006Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-85235036142334338262009-07-01T20:43:00.003-03:002009-07-01T20:46:36.648-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JePG7zQcA/Skv0zvn778I/AAAAAAAAANg/3F8zfLpLC8g/s1600-h/Archeus,+el+alquimista.4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JePG7zQcA/Skv0zvn778I/AAAAAAAAANg/3F8zfLpLC8g/s320/Archeus,+el+alquimista.4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353641751854444482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>ARCHEUS,"-¿Eres un aprendiz de Filósofo?</strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>-Mis amigos, y el Sabio, me conocen.</strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>-¿Cuál es la edad del Filósofo?</strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>-Desde el momento de sus investigaciones </strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>hasta el de sus descubrimientos, </strong></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><strong>el Filósofo no tiene Edad."</strong> </span><br /><div align="left"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Paracelso, 1493-1541</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>"ARCHEUS, El Alquimista".</strong> Eli Pstyga, 1993</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Acuarela y Tinta sobre papel, 46 cm x 35</span> cm</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-8523503614233433826?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-57611497247150299012009-06-28T21:39:00.001-03:002009-06-28T21:40:37.908-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JePG7zQcA/SkgNecMMNXI/AAAAAAAAANY/mk7MbzzedLo/s1600-h/La+madre+-+Los+ojos+del+alma.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JePG7zQcA/SkgNecMMNXI/AAAAAAAAANY/mk7MbzzedLo/s320/La+madre+-+Los+ojos+del+alma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352542973744395634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >La mirada que sin tocar acaricia.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" >La mirada que sin ver reconoce.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" >Es la mirada que </span></strong><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" >a la vista </span></strong><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" >es invisible.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><strong>"La Madre- Los Ojos del Alma".</strong> Eli Pstyga, 1994</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" >Óleo sobre tela, 100 cm x 120 cm</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-5761149724715029901?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1157997784135229282006-09-11T15:00:00.000-03:002006-11-20T20:19:06.260-03:00<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/ElArboldelasGallinas.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="310" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/ElArboldelasGallinas.jpg" width="209" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Un árbol seco, </span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">un árbol muerto,</span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">entre un gallinero desvencijado</span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">y un tanque australiano vacío.</span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Cada anochecer </span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">se llenaba de plumas y cacareos, </span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">dormitorio de gallinas desamparadas. </span></strong></span></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></p><div align="left"><br /></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">"El Árbol de las Gallinas".</strong> Eli Pstyga, 1984<br />Tinta sobre papel, 46 cm x 32 cm<br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-115799778413522928?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1157569765570775422006-09-06T15:58:00.000-03:002006-10-06T11:54:58.303-03:00<div align="center"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/Fuera%20de%20aqui.jpg"></a><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>No has debido tocar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Lo que no debe ser tocado.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>No has debido deshonrar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>a la belleza y al amor verdadero.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;">¡Fuera de aquí!</span><br /></strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/Fuera%20de%20aqui.0.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/Fuera%20de%20aqui.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/Fuera%20de%20aqu??!.0.jpg"><strong><p></strong></a><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>"Fuera de aquí !". </strong>Eli Pstyga,2002<strong>.</strong></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/Fuera%20de%20aqu??!.0.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></p></span></strong></a></span></span><p></span><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Acuarela sobre papel, 63 cm x 40 cm</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-115756976557077542?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1156431112204178302006-08-24T11:43:00.000-03:002006-10-25T11:52:35.643-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/La%20sagrada%20flia.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/La%20sagrada%20flia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Ni la torre más osada,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">ni las críticas más encumbradas,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">ni el vuelo más soñado</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">pudieron frente al tranvía.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>"La Sagrada Familia",</strong> visión de Gaudí. Eli Pstyga, 2003.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/La%20Sagrada%20Familia.jpg"></a></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Tinta sobre papel.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-115643111220417830?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1151522664618835592006-06-28T16:23:00.000-03:002006-08-07T11:01:44.930-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/Mascara2.5.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/Mascara2.5.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>"Máscara". </strong>Eli Pstyga.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-115152266461883559?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1150899865955531512006-06-21T11:17:00.000-03:002006-09-08T17:51:34.246-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/La%20madre%20-%20Los%20ojos%20del%20alma.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" height="310" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/La%20madre%20-%20Los%20ojos%20del%20alma.jpg" width="260" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">La mirada que sin tocar acaricia.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;">La mirada que sin ver reconoce.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;">Es la mirada que </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;">a la vista </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;">es invisible.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>"La Madre- Los Ojos del Alma".</strong> Eli Pstyga, 1994</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">Óleo sobre tela, 100 cm x 120 cm</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-115089986595553151?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1150898614032685312006-06-21T10:57:00.000-03:002006-09-08T17:52:07.470-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/El%20Salto.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/El%20Salto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">“…Imagino una única salida: saltar.<br />…en el intento, tanta entrega, tanto deseo que brota, tanta vida que mi espalda se tensa, se rasga y se abre. Y descubro que tengo alas, fuertes y amplias. Y comienzo un vuelo ascendente...<br />…Mis alas se van iluminar con todos los colores del espectro, se van a mover salpicadas por mil luces desde los infrarrojos hasta los ultravioletas…”</span> </strong></span><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>"El Salto</strong><strong>".</strong> Eli Pstyga, 2005</span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Acrílico sobre papel, 44 cm x 48 cm <strong>.</strong></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-115089861403268531?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1150141698802293312006-06-12T16:46:00.000-03:002007-02-10T19:46:21.631-03:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">R A Í C E S. </span><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Un poquito después de empezar a caminar, </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">aprendí a sujetar un lápiz. </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Y descubrí la maravilla de trazar líneas, formas y mundos en un papel. </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">Hoy, me encantaría desnudarme</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"> y pintar con los dedos y las palmas de las manos, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">con los pies y aún con la nariz. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">Lo importante no es con qué </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">sino que el color salga desde la raíz.<br />El buen color sale de la raíz, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">y mientras haya raíces siempre van a salir colores. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">"Raíces". Eli Pstyga, diciembre 2001</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-115014169880229331?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1149691522179400592006-06-07T11:41:00.000-03:002006-09-08T17:46:07.856-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>El ojo de dios, abierto,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>contempla fascinado la guerra del viento y el túnel de las neblinas.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Se regocija si nos perdemos y también si lo encontramos.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Nos quiere solos y libres, seguros y oscilantes.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Inmóvil,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>agita el viento </strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>para despedazar nuestra soberbia. </strong></span><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/El%20ojo%20de%20dios.0.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/El%20ojo%20de%20dios.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>"El ojo de dios".</strong> Eli Pstyga, 1994</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Óleo sobre tela, 35 cm x 45 cm</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-114969152217940059?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1149691078951339032006-06-07T11:25:00.000-03:002006-06-07T16:56:45.803-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>EL CORAZÓN.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Son dos brazos y dos manos que, desde un mismo origen, deciden acercarse. Los dos pulgares se tocan y forman un corazón.<br />La huella digital es única e irrepetible y nos identifica ante los demás. </div><div align="center">Sólo cuando entran en contacto,</div><div align="center">movilizan la energía y el corazón puede funcionar.<br />La identidad es la llave que pone en marcha el motor. </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/El%20coraz??n.1.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/El%20coraz%3F%3Fn.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>El motor de un país<br />es la fuerza de trabajo de sus brazos,<br />la energía creadora de sus manos<br />y la unión de un proyecto en común.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Es el corazón de una nación.<br /></div></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-114969107895133903?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1149690157879539432006-06-07T11:12:00.000-03:002006-06-07T11:22:37.886-03:00<div align="right"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="328" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/Angel%20Enamorado.1.jpg" width="222" border="0" /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>"Ángel Enamorado".</strong> Eli Pstyga, 2001</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div align="right"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/Angel%20Enredado.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong>"Ángel Enredado".</strong> Eli Pstyga, 2001</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-114969015787953943?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1149605585417618302006-06-06T11:46:00.000-03:002006-06-28T16:05:28.420-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/Elimanos.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/Elimanos.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/Elimanos.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Todo se ve </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>según los ojos</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>con que se mira.</strong></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Eli, </strong>alr.1969</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-114960558541761830?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1149174090876784192006-06-01T11:56:00.000-03:002006-09-08T17:40:12.840-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/Mato%20belo%20-%20El%20duende.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/Mato%20belo%20-%20El%20duende.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">En cada rama ,</span></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">en cada árbol,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">hay un duende</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">que cuida </span></strong></span><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">y exige</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">lo que le quitaron.</span><br /></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>"Mato Bello"/ "El Duende"-</strong><br />Eli Pstyga,1995.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Óleo sobre hardboard, 100 cm x 109 cm<br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-114917409087678419?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1149173732950861742006-06-01T11:47:00.000-03:002006-09-08T17:36:57.553-03:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hay un origen, </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">luminoso, bestial, desconocido. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Como a dios, el salvaje lo adora y le rinde obediencia.</span></span></strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/Origen.0.jpg"></div><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/Origen.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <strong>"Origen".</strong> Eli Pstyga,1990/93</span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Óleo sobre tela, 100 cm x 100 cm</span></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong><br /></p></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-114917373295086174?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1149102688542280192006-05-31T16:08:00.000-03:002006-09-08T17:34:49.016-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/Qu??"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/Qu%3F%3F%20placer.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>"Qué Placer".</strong> Eli Pstyga, 2001 </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Acuarela y tinta sobre papel, 45 cm x 34 cm</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-114910268854228019?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1149102357642833672006-05-31T15:59:00.000-03:002006-06-16T17:12:15.016-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/1600/EliDibuja.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6325/3026/320/EliDibuja.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>¿Cuándo comienza el camino? </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">¿Cuándo el lápiz en la mano empieza a girar y a dibujar?</span> </strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>"Eli dibuja</strong>", 1969</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-114910235764283367?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28554620.post-1149099877704031482006-05-31T15:18:00.000-03:002006-06-06T11:21:52.306-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>El ARTE es un intento.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Intento de decir, de mostrar, de vivir. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Es incierto el destino hacia el que va, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>sólo es tangible el camino que recorre cada día, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>en cada trazo, en cada pincelada, en cada palabra.</strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Eli Pstyga, 2006</span></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28554620-114909987770403148?l=arte-sudamericano.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eli Pstygahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09753196692411865852noreply@blogger.com0