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Anita-Vitoria

Anita tinha mais ou menos 1 mes e meio quando foi resgatada de uma enchente pela amiga de uma amiga, que precisou viajar a trabalho e a deixou conosco por 3 dias. Por ter sobrevivido a tragicas circunstancias recebeu o nome de Vitoria, mas eu so conseguia chama-la de Anita, Ninita. Entao ela passou a ser Anita-Vitoria para mim. Anita chegou aparentemente saudavel mas comecou a apresentar problemas, parou de comer, beber, e quando chegou ao veterinario ja nao havia muito o que fazer. Tomou soro mas teve febre, convulsoes, e nos intervalos olhava para mim. A causa provavel levantada foi Leptospirose, mas nao houve tempo para os exames. Anita faleceu dentro do carro, do meu lado. Dois dias depois viajei para Bogota, o que foi muito apropriado pois se eu ficasse passaria mais dias chorando. Mas la eu ainda sonhei com ela e comecei este retrato da pessoinha que passou como um raio pela minha vida. Anita was about 1 and a half month when she was rescued from a flood by a friend who needed to travel for work and left her with us for 3 days. Because surviving from tragic circunstances she was named Vitoria, but I just could call her Anita, Ninita. So she became Anita-Vitoria.

Anita arrived apparently healthy but started having problems, stopped eating, drinking, and when she arrived at the Vet there wasn`t much to do already. She took serum but had fever, convulsions, and in between she looked at me. A Leptospirosis was presented as the possible cause but there was no time for exams. Anita passed away in the car, by my side. Two days later I travelled to Bogota, which was very appropriated because I would have cried for days if I had stayed. But in Colombia I still dreamed of her and started this portrait of the baby who passed through my life like a gleam.

random panoramic-crap-DPI-mobile-pics part 9: Basel

random panoramic-crap-DPI-mobile-pics part 8: Salzburg

random panoramic-crap-DPI-mobile-pics part 7: Munich _the last

Ricardo by Ricardo

Este post-it de agradecimento estava colado no meu monitor depois que emprestei um CD pro Ricardo. Pior que nao consigo me lembrar de qual foi... Cream? The Zombies? Moody Blues? Stones?...
Mas o retrato ficou comigo :)
This thank you post-it was stuck on my monitor after I have lent a CD to Ricardo. The worst is that I can`t remember which... Cream? The Zombies? Moody Blues? Stones?...
But the portrait stayed with me :)

Kenzo by Carla

Invertendo as coisas agora. Este retrato-rabisco foi feito no escritorio, entre um croquis e outro, da primeira pessoa que eu vi na minha frente. Que era o Kenzo, cuja mesa era oposta a minha

Inverting things now. This doodle-portrait was made at office, between a croquis and another, portraying the first person I saw in front of me. Which was Kenzo, whose table was opposite of mine.

Carla by Mauricio

Meu retrato feito pelo Mauricio (mais aqui) no papel-toalha-de-mesa do Cafeina.

(e acabei de perceber que nas tres imagens era dia de lenco_com cedilha)
My portrait made by Mauricio (more of him) on a table cover paper at Cafeina.

(and just noticed it was head scarf`s day on the three images)

Carla by Bruno

Esta foi feita pelo Bruno para uma mensagem, catalogo, cartao, nem-sei-mais-o-que de Natal da firma (sim, eu ainda falo "firma"), e que acabou nao saindo. Bem que eu notei que naquele dia ele se sentou numa mesa perto de mim... E eu nem notei que estava sendo retratada. Bom ter amigos talentosos :)

This one was made by Bruno for a Christmas message-catalogue-card-whatever for the firm (yes, I do speak "firm"), which wasn`t produced after all. I noticed he had sat near by me that day... But didn`t noticed I was being portrayed. It`s good to have talented friends :)

Carla by Indra

No ano passado, durante a Lange Nach der Museen (longa noite dos museus) em Berlin, participei de um eventinho do The Big Draw Berlin, que acontecia concomitantemente. Esse eventinho era chamado "Speeding Drawing" e la fui eu, crente que iria produzir desenhos rapidos de observacao numa acao coletiva de rabiscar. Mas nao era.
Primeiro entrei e notei que havia 3 mesas, e em cada uma, uma plaquinha: "homens", "mulheres", "homens e mulheres". Houve uma certa confusao por parte das pessoas, a maioria nao sabia direito onde se alocar. Bem, me sentei na mesa das mulheres, pois sou menina. Depois de um tempo distribuiram papeis e fomos instruidos a desenhar quem estivesse na nossa frente. E ainda obter/incluir informacoes como signo, e-mail, aniversario, o que ele/ela havia comido no cafe da manha, etc. E ai percebi que sim, a mesa "mulheres" era para meninas, mas aquelas que gostavam de meninas. Como a "homens" era gay e a outra, hetero. Cai numa especie de clubinho de solteiros disfarcado de SketchCrawl.

Nos trocamos nossas "obras", e aqui esta o meu retrato feito pela Indra que, fosse eu lesbica, provavelmente teria me ganhado naquela noite. Porque a gente conhece gente bacana nas situacoes mais improvaveis :)

Assim que receber o retrato que eu fiz (dela, e se ela ainda o tiver), posto-o aqui. Last year, during the Lange Nacht der Museen (the long night of museums) in Berlin, I took part of a little event of The Big Draw Berlin, which happened concomitantly with that. This little event was called "Speed Drawing" and there I was, believing I would produce quick drawings by observing in a collective action of doodling. But it didn`t mean that. First I noticed there were 3 tables, and over each one, a signal: "men", "women", "men and women". There was some confusion from the people, most of us didn`t know where we should locate ourselves. Well, I sat at the women`s table because I`m a girl. After some time papers were distributed and we`re instructed to draw the person in front of us. And we still should get/include some infos like zodiac, e-mail, date of birth, what he/she had had as breakfast, etc. And then I noticed that, yes, the table "women" was intended for girls, but those who like girls. As well as the "men" was gay and the other, hetero. I had fell into a kind of little singles club disguised as SketchCrawl.

We exchanged our "masterpieces" and here is my portrait made by Indra who, if I was a lesbian, probably would have got me that night. Because we meet nice people in the most unlikely situations :)

As soon as I get her portrait I`ve done (if she still has it), I`ll post it here.

post sem nome #8

Na hora de salvar o arquivo me veio a cabeca "a tua presenca morena", do Caetano:

"A tua presenca

Entra pelos 7 buracos da minha cabeca

A tua presenca

Pelos olhos, boca, narinas e orelhas"

* Pena que o que entra pode ser bom ou mau

no name post #8

A song by Caetano came to my mind when I was saving this file:

"Your presence

Enter through the 7 holes of my face

Your presence

Through the eyes, mouth, nostril and ears"

* Too bad that what enters can be good or evil

sticker & doodles

Tenho que pedir desculpas pela longa ausencia no blog. Tem feito um calor insuportavel no Rio, mais insuportavel do que aquilo de que eu ja costumo reclamar horrores. E _para mim_ tudo se torna mais dificil no calor, principalmente com obra em casa (leia-se: uma infra-estrutura errante), vira o caos.

Mas ai vem o outono e espero que com ele venham as folhas amarelas... Com azuis, verdes, vermelhos, pretos... ;)

I have to apologize for my long absence from this blog. It has been intolerably hot in Rio, more intolerable than what I use to complain about f... all the time. Much more than anyone who is in NY or Europe can ever imagine. And _for me_ everything becomes harder when it`s hot, and construction works at home (it means: a nomad infrastructure) turns the chaos on.

But here comes the Autumn and I hope it comes the yellowish leaves... With blues, greens, reds, blacks... ;)