Alexander Fredés, Art Director, graphic designer, illustrator, photographer writing about graphic design, art and life in general. Publishing and commenting about his illustrations, pictures, photos and artwork
14 November 2011
2 November 2010
traces of summer
the day is gray,
the autumn has been blowing in for a while
carrying drops and colored leaves,
summer is gone
the trees are already preparing themselves
for the waiting season
raindrops and the imminent cold
had made the colors ran down
as tears
over the face of summer
over an evanescent picture
of clare calypso-waters
summer is gone...
2 July 2010
destiny
churches everywhere,
hundred of crosses,
different interpretations of Christ.
a suffering man,
an agonized man,
a bleeding man,
crucified,
starved,
tired,
overwhelmed.
a male body is emerging off the bronze door,
he seems like being created or vanishing,
melting back in the metal,
floating and at the same time,
trapped in a thick and heavy magma
a cross is embossed on his chest.
his body hasn't neither feet nor hands
he is not crucified
he has a cross as a stigma deep carved on him,
soaring and dividing his chest
sealing, marking, wounding him
and leaving his body for ever
as a reminder, a gesture of passion.
(pictures: the door of the Basilica of St. Mary of the Angels and the Martyrs
in Rome, created by Igor Mitoraj in 2006)
in Rome, created by Igor Mitoraj in 2006)
1 July 2010
reminder
Rome was dumped and hot that summer afternoon.
I decided anyway to go to the famous graveyard called "Cimitero del Verano" and take some pictures of the sculptures that symbolized dead and sorrow and the most frightened feeling of the human race,
the unknown.
I decided anyway to go to the famous graveyard called "Cimitero del Verano" and take some pictures of the sculptures that symbolized dead and sorrow and the most frightened feeling of the human race,
the unknown.
Strong shadows fall almost as sharp knives creating a landscape that reminded me nightmares from my childhood when the sense of dead seemed to be most remote but always culturally present.
Now,
confronting my self with these images at my age resulted in another kind of feeling,
it becomes most present,
something that it would happen not to far away.
I wasn't afraid
but sadness, heaviness and displeasure invaded me
and I felt tired.
Now,
confronting my self with these images at my age resulted in another kind of feeling,
it becomes most present,
something that it would happen not to far away.
I wasn't afraid
but sadness, heaviness and displeasure invaded me
and I felt tired.
(the pictures where taken at Cimitero del Verano, Rome, with an iPhone)
23 June 2010
street-art in Rome
Made with crayons on the rough surface of the arid sidewalk the delicate faces reminded me baroque art.
7 June 2010
MAXXI—the museum of modern arts of the 21st century, Rome
It's a fantastic building!
Designed by Zaha Hadid gives a beautiful frame to the contemporary art. I don't know if the exhibition that has been curated for the opening is as important or good as the building itself but in any case it's worth a journey to Rome.
Designed by Zaha Hadid gives a beautiful frame to the contemporary art. I don't know if the exhibition that has been curated for the opening is as important or good as the building itself but in any case it's worth a journey to Rome.
14 May 2010
12 May 2010
grafitti
pretty good sources of inspiration
I like the idea of painting or writing on walls
it gets another perspective to what you are doing
and it has been done since before history (i e Altamira's)
I like the idea of painting or writing on walls
it gets another perspective to what you are doing
and it has been done since before history (i e Altamira's)
30 April 2010
an image
simple + lines + curves + nature + time
fading, gradually becoming paler
as sunlight taking away the brightness
as the time that fade away life
slowly less clear until it disappears...
fading, gradually becoming paler
as sunlight taking away the brightness
as the time that fade away life
slowly less clear until it disappears...
26 March 2010
remembering the winter
a simple glorious winter in Stockholm
a white shade covering shapes and textures
to just suspecting a sleeping nature
waiting, dreaming, breathing
but slowly
soundless
and cold
15 February 2010
traces of winter
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