Tapestry of History
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Tapestry of History

Este año 2008, se inició con una invitación: Volver a Guatemala a trabajar en un mural con los compañeros de ECAP (Equipo de Capacitación y Ayuda Psicosocial) y de otras organizaciones que se convocaban a crear un taller de muralismo.Este año 2008, se inició con una invitación: Volver a Guatemala a trabajar en un mural con los compañeros de ECAP (Equipo de Capacitación y Ayuda Psicosocial) y de otras organizaciones que se convocaban a crear un taller de muralismo.

Report #9: June 2007

Report #9: June 2007

The first statement of this Report # 9 will be that the School of Art and Open Studio of Perquin celebrated its second birthday on March 2007 and we are now transiting the third year of art in Morazán, always with new challenges, some easier to go through than others but, the school is alive, it is expanding and like a healthy baby, it is starting to give the first steps in many new directions in Morazan and beyond El Salvador.

The first statement of this Report # 9 will be that the School of Art and Open Studio of Perquin celebrated its second birthday on March 2007 and we are now transiting the third year of art in Morazán, always with new challenges, some easier to go through than others but, the school is alive, it is expanding and like a healthy baby, it is starting to give the first steps in many new directions in Morazan and beyond El Salvador.

Report #8: December 29, 2006

Report #8: December 29, 2006

Ten days in Buenos Aires find me still with difficulties on how to write this report, this “conversation”. The multiplicity of events and the overwhelming episodes of the last few intense months make me feel that I do not know where or how to start. As always, at a point like this, I wish I were a poet! Not being one, I convoke Roberto Juarroz, an Argentina poet, unfairly unknown outside Argentina, but revered here for his innovative metric and his austere poetics. He says: “ A net of gazing eyes, keeps the world united, it does not allow it to fall”.

Ten days in Buenos Aires find me still with difficulties on how to write this report, this “conversation”. The multiplicity of events and the overwhelming episodes of the last few intense months make me feel that I do not know where or how to start. As always, at a point like this, I wish I were a poet! Not being one, I convoke Roberto Juarroz, an Argentina poet, unfairly unknown outside Argentina, but revered here for his innovative metric and his austere poetics. He says: “ A net of gazing eyes, keeps the world united, it does not allow it to fall”.