Friday, October 22, 2010
Biblioteca ou Ensaio sobre Multiplicação de Planos*, 2010, David Oliveira
Biblioteca ou Ensaio sobre Multiplicação de Plano (Library or Essay for Multiple Planes) is an Installation Art where three sculptures ( 240cmX180cm) stand creating visual spaces and questioning the classic overview of a perspective as at the same time by using windows the author creates the suggestion of a non real space.
The drawings and the method used are proper of a tridimensional object – sculpture – building a visual game that explores the use of a line as a basic element for a composition.
Library is the start point for the study of space.
Materials: Iron, burned wire, steel string
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
mom
sculpture made in Antwerp (Belgium) 10/2010
made gluing together wooden stick straight on the clay,
finish the figure just take off the clay from the hole between the wood,made this open the figures in wood (made that, now have the silouette of the clay), e fix it better with an armature, but, sorry for this, the sculpture felt in the floor and just tried to fix again withouth clay and for repair the pieces broken I've tried an interpratation.
tha name mom is just a game between the name light(of the lamp) and light as the weight of the figure, and also a joke that I think every one will see in a different way.
mom
2010
30x35x170(with the base)
wood stick and paint
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
"point of view of the world form a male" and "when I was like that, I thought me biggest"
two new stuff made in wood paper from size 110x90; 180x65; 140x80 with charcoal and wood color
I'm workin' up on my identity, I am the child, the girl is my girlfriend and the old man and woman are tipical sardinian old people..
I'm still searching the expression in the hands and in the face, like an obsession, I think next step will be to delete the body and keep only the hands and the eyes.
but..in the naked girl the hands are bigger then truth and the eyes don't tell so much...
i' m not sure what I mean whit that..but I think someone from the other side of the window will understand what i mean.
robberto
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