paintings / cuadros

It turns out that I didn’t take photos of all the paintings that those hands came from ... but here are some of Manuel Gómez-Moreno González’ (complete) paintings --

Resulto que no tomaba fotos de todos los cuadros de donde pertenece los fotos anteriores de las manos ... pero aquí hay algunos cuadros (completos) de Manuel Gómez-Moreno González --

some information: the most important Granadan artist of the 19th century, he was a painter and an archeologist, a professor of the School of Arts and Crafts and professor of the School of Fine Arts in Granada; chairman of the Board of Trustees of the Alhambra and the Royal Chapel and considered to be the father of Granada’s archaeological and fine arts museums.

algunos datos: el mas importante artista granadino del siglo XIX, fue un pintor y arqueólogo español, profesor de la Escuela de Artes y Oficios y catedrático de la Escuela de Bellas Artes de Granada; presidente del Patronato de la Alhambra y del de la Capilla Real, considerado padre de los museos Arqueológico y del de Bellas Artes de Granada.  

with these hands / con estas manos

from the paintings of Manuel Gómez-Moreno González:

 

heatwave / ola de calor

self portrait with music  /  autorretrato con música

 

night  /  noche

 

garbage | architecture  /  basura | arquitectura

 

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hot  /  caliente

 

 

 

bodies / cuerpos

Last week was Corpus, a big party with religious overtones, though once upon a time, it was the other way around. 

There’s still a solemn procession through the streets accompanied by a youth orchestra who play dirgelike music but the processions have generally merged with the annual féria. 

A little bit of history: the Catholic kings used this holiday to Christianize the population which had been under Muslim rule for eight centuries. According to some accounts, they instructed the town hall to invest a lot of money in the fiesta and urged the people to celebrate until they “appeared crazy,” hence all the gold and silver ...

Here’s what part of it looked like where I live:

 

 

 

Then, later that day the trees exploded:

relatos / tales

#1 

My health, my rights, my home, my pension

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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the open bar

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

#3

 

for Lynn Behrendt

in a sort of response to her collage here: http://lynnbehrendt.blogspot.com.es/

About a week or so ago, N'jara ran into the living room with something kinda big, not a mammal, hanging from her mouth, dropped it onto the floor and as you can see, licked her lips (do cats have lips?) in hot anticipation of ... fun. 

It took a minute 'til I got a good look at it, and a few days until I was able to identify it.

 

She got bored with it pretty quickly after knocking it unconscious or scaring it close to death, so I moved it a bit out of her way (under my worktable) to let it die in relative peace, which took about two days. 

To give a better idea of its size:

 It's about 7.5 centimeters big, and after bagging it (to preserve it and yes, I will no doubt use it in a box) here it is laid onto a postcard with a single die below it (really, no pun intended).

After some speculation and consultation with my cousin's husband, Steve, I'm pretty sure this is a Golden Ringed Dragonfly – Cordulegaster boltonii, because of its size.

 Indigenous to Spain, though it would normally be found close to water. And incidentally, the first photos of it were on the same film disc download as this:

a notebook I couldn't resist buying in Prague.