60x60cm
August 2010
mixed (iron, cotton, seta.yuta, canvas)
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Bottomless Women Playing Sport
Tutto comunica - ma a che livello esattamente?
guiltily I come in late.
I have read and reread the post by Rosita.
see again and her photo.
analyzed its lists.
And I'm a living witness that its scholarships are actually organized as follows.
I once saw him go out a tourniquet. And a serum
antivipera.
grants are Mary Poppins, the problem solvers made and finished.
Rosita, corresponds to her bags.
I mine, or my (depending on the period, the number of ballast that I paste to carry around), I feel ashamed a bit '.
not to carry it around, so that is closed, and therefore less than human beings with X-rays, no one can see that contains the primordial chaos.
which corresponds more or less like this (in fact this is the summer version reduced)
I do not what's in my bags.
fills them with the heat of war refugees.
But without criteria.
I assure you that there are only keys, wallet, documents, credit card and mobile phone.
Can I bring something back for centuries, from lipstick to charge batteries, without ever using it.
And have a desperate need exactly the day after I downloaded at home.
When stock exchange transfer only the 5 essential components mentioned above, the rest I leave them.
When I take a bag after a few months sometimes, I find things I was looking for a long time.
Sometimes even dinosaur eggs.
And I swear commitment. Sometimes I
cleaning cards and receipts when they prevent me from quickly find your wallet.
I try to organize them with several clutch.
But all that ends up in the clutch as if you disappear into a hole nero.
Resta nella pochette inutilizzato.
A volte tento di disciplinarmi passando a micro borse, seguendo la logica che individua almeno un 90% di cose inutilizzate negli effetti personali che mi incollo in giro per mondo.
Poi mi ritrovo con il cellulare in bocca, le chiavi in tasca e la borsa sempre aperta per esondazione di materia...
Quindi? Questo cosa comunica?
Che io sono come le mie borse?
O che le mie borse sono il subconscio della mia anima?
O che mi sfogo nel disordine interno/borsa per la pretesa di ordine estremo che impongo a me stessa nel quotidiano?
Non lo so, ma le mie borse sono irrimediabilmente così.
Forse quando le disciplinerò avrò raggiunto un nuovo livello of evolution ...
Or maybe I've lost a notch of creativity.
your case, that part of you?
Conscious, unconscious, subconscious, that you would like to hide, but that which disowned still can not help but bring you back, one that expresses your needs?
Who / What to say?
What / who follows you every day over the shoulder? 
guiltily I come in late. I have read and reread the post by Rosita.
see again and her photo.
analyzed its lists.
And I'm a living witness that its scholarships are actually organized as follows.
I once saw him go out a tourniquet. And a serum
antivipera.
grants are Mary Poppins, the problem solvers made and finished.
Rosita, corresponds to her bags.
I mine, or my (depending on the period, the number of ballast that I paste to carry around), I feel ashamed a bit '.
not to carry it around, so that is closed, and therefore less than human beings with X-rays, no one can see that contains the primordial chaos.
which corresponds more or less like this (in fact this is the summer version reduced)
I do not what's in my bags.
fills them with the heat of war refugees.
But without criteria.
I assure you that there are only keys, wallet, documents, credit card and mobile phone.
Can I bring something back for centuries, from lipstick to charge batteries, without ever using it.
And have a desperate need exactly the day after I downloaded at home.
When stock exchange transfer only the 5 essential components mentioned above, the rest I leave them.
When I take a bag after a few months sometimes, I find things I was looking for a long time.
Sometimes even dinosaur eggs.
And I swear commitment. Sometimes I
cleaning cards and receipts when they prevent me from quickly find your wallet.
I try to organize them with several clutch.
But all that ends up in the clutch as if you disappear into a hole nero.
Resta nella pochette inutilizzato.
A volte tento di disciplinarmi passando a micro borse, seguendo la logica che individua almeno un 90% di cose inutilizzate negli effetti personali che mi incollo in giro per mondo.
Poi mi ritrovo con il cellulare in bocca, le chiavi in tasca e la borsa sempre aperta per esondazione di materia...
Quindi? Questo cosa comunica?
Che io sono come le mie borse?
O che le mie borse sono il subconscio della mia anima?
O che mi sfogo nel disordine interno/borsa per la pretesa di ordine estremo che impongo a me stessa nel quotidiano?
Non lo so, ma le mie borse sono irrimediabilmente così.
Forse quando le disciplinerò avrò raggiunto un nuovo livello of evolution ...
Or maybe I've lost a notch of creativity.
your case, that part of you?
Conscious, unconscious, subconscious, that you would like to hide, but that which disowned still can not help but bring you back, one that expresses your needs?
Who / What to say?
What / who follows you every day over the shoulder?
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Orbit Car Starter Programming Guide
TUTTO COMUNICA - EVERYTHING COMMUNICATES
I do not know why, but when I think of this phrase I think of my bags. A personal and professional.
You know, you're wondering why?
I think the content the bag of a woman is really the discovery of a world and a mode of being.
We are what we carry.
a careful analysis of grants feminine product companies could gain infinite number of stimuli and opportunities.
Everyday I drag behind the city, and indeed for the city (everywhere I travel for business or pleasure), two weights.
always seems ready to leave for a mission impossible, charge weight and embellishments, tools and ideas and all the people who know me for years asking me the same question: But what do you carry? It 's all I need one? (Click here to do business for companies product, the whole business is superfluous)
I open my bags!
PC BAG / BRIEFCASE
- a 13-inch Mac laptop
- a red box with: pc power supply, reducing power adapter, multi
country - with a black box: 2 / 3 USB sticks, 1 hard disk recorder with a USB cable to repay the notes on a PC, a multi card reader, a USB cable for iPod, a PC data cable / Bb
- 1
calculator - a hard disk backup
STAFF BAG - BB + Headset
- I-Pod
-
Wallets - Purses
- Mini Kit medicine
- phone book (there is ever lost all numbers registered on the phone?)
- Agenda (still can not use those electronic)
- Cartons for the pens (one for each color pencil + rubber + + mine)
- Diary notes A5 strictly elastic recoil
- Camera (it's my second visual memory)
-
Tissue Paper - Tissue humidified
- lipstick + lip pencil
- Brush / mirror
- White Musk perfume oil
- Eyeliner
- Business Cards
- Patches
- Booklet notes expenditure or current account held
- Keys to the House
- Keys office
- Toothpaste / Toothbrush Travel
- Crema per le mani
- Metro
Visto quello che mi porto dietro ogni volta che sono a Londra saccheggio tutti i prodotti travel compliant da Boots (creme, colluttori, dentifricio, etc.). Mentre a Roma trovo i quaderni appunti.
E voi? Cosa vi portate dietro?
Cosa vi identifica?
Cosa comunicate? 
I do not know why, but when I think of this phrase I think of my bags. A personal and professional.
You know, you're wondering why?
I think the content the bag of a woman is really the discovery of a world and a mode of being.
We are what we carry.
a careful analysis of grants feminine product companies could gain infinite number of stimuli and opportunities.
Everyday I drag behind the city, and indeed for the city (everywhere I travel for business or pleasure), two weights.
always seems ready to leave for a mission impossible, charge weight and embellishments, tools and ideas and all the people who know me for years asking me the same question: But what do you carry? It 's all I need one? (Click here to do business for companies product, the whole business is superfluous)
I open my bags!
PC BAG / BRIEFCASE
- a 13-inch Mac laptop
- a red box with: pc power supply, reducing power adapter, multi
country - with a black box: 2 / 3 USB sticks, 1 hard disk recorder with a USB cable to repay the notes on a PC, a multi card reader, a USB cable for iPod, a PC data cable / Bb
- 1
calculator - a hard disk backup
STAFF BAG - BB + Headset
- I-Pod
-
Wallets - Purses
- Mini Kit medicine
- phone book (there is ever lost all numbers registered on the phone?)
- Agenda (still can not use those electronic)
- Cartons for the pens (one for each color pencil + rubber + + mine)
- Diary notes A5 strictly elastic recoil
- Camera (it's my second visual memory)
-
Tissue Paper - Tissue humidified
- lipstick + lip pencil
- Brush / mirror
- White Musk perfume oil
- Eyeliner
- Business Cards
- Patches
- Booklet notes expenditure or current account held
- Keys to the House
- Keys office
- Toothpaste / Toothbrush Travel
- Crema per le mani
- Metro
Visto quello che mi porto dietro ogni volta che sono a Londra saccheggio tutti i prodotti travel compliant da Boots (creme, colluttori, dentifricio, etc.). Mentre a Roma trovo i quaderni appunti.
E voi? Cosa vi portate dietro?
Cosa vi identifica?
Cosa comunicate?
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Thesis Statement On Abortions
Siam TRE piccoli PUNTINI DI SOSPENSIONE
Adoro 'giocare' con le parole.
Leggere libri tutto in un fiato per me è semplice.
Dopo una, due frasi, dalla concatenazione di verbi, aggettivi, sostantivi, articoli e punteggiatura sgorgano immagini. Il film corre veloce, l'ultima pagina del libro arriva.
Facile, naturale.
Se la magia non si realizza, il libro torna sullo scaffale, nell'attesa di qualche mobile che zoppichi per avere uno scopo nella vita.
Non sono rigida, nell'utilizzo delle parole.
Credo nell'utilizzo di segni tipografici per dare ritmo, spessore e tono alla prosa.
Tutto il necessario perché ciò che penso possa essere trasposto su carta o schermo nel modo più vicino al mio sentire, così che, chi legge possa sentire con me, possa equivocare il meno possibile quello che sto cercando di comunicare. Entri nella mia testa, veda quello che vedo io (ovviamente non sono una scrittrice, quindi al massimo, chi mi legge potrebbe avere un bagliore di fumetto... e I, undaunted, I try the same.)
Ma
There is a but (oh my God more but to be honest ... But one thing at a time)
MA.
The millions of dots that Rosita spreads like confetti to the Carnival
a.me.fanno.venire.il.prurito.
It seems to me that the text has chickenpox.
And I scratch.
I think there are elements in precise and definite number will not give less emphasis than they repeat endlessly. Three dots
leave open doors, sometimes they leave you there, hovering, suspended between what the writer would suggest, what would you guess, and it lets your imagination. To your interpretation.
Three dots do not close, they are a slight downhill or uphill sweet.
You decide which way to go. Chickenpox
of dots, however, brings to mind a landslide.
I break free from the sentence. Throws me off.
not let me get more in the spirit of the writer's thought, I'm away.
It makes me think that there is not too said, and if you do not want to tell me enough, I'll go elsewhere.
Three is the perfect number ...
(he said, lowering the glasses on his nose and whip the air with his baton)
Adoro 'giocare' con le parole.
Leggere libri tutto in un fiato per me è semplice.
Dopo una, due frasi, dalla concatenazione di verbi, aggettivi, sostantivi, articoli e punteggiatura sgorgano immagini. Il film corre veloce, l'ultima pagina del libro arriva.
Facile, naturale.
Se la magia non si realizza, il libro torna sullo scaffale, nell'attesa di qualche mobile che zoppichi per avere uno scopo nella vita.
Non sono rigida, nell'utilizzo delle parole.
Credo nell'utilizzo di segni tipografici per dare ritmo, spessore e tono alla prosa.
Tutto il necessario perché ciò che penso possa essere trasposto su carta o schermo nel modo più vicino al mio sentire, così che, chi legge possa sentire con me, possa equivocare il meno possibile quello che sto cercando di comunicare. Entri nella mia testa, veda quello che vedo io (ovviamente non sono una scrittrice, quindi al massimo, chi mi legge potrebbe avere un bagliore di fumetto... e I, undaunted, I try the same.)
Ma
There is a but (oh my God more but to be honest ... But one thing at a time)
MA.
The millions of dots that Rosita spreads like confetti to the Carnival
a.me.fanno.venire.il.prurito.
It seems to me that the text has chickenpox.
And I scratch.
I think there are elements in precise and definite number will not give less emphasis than they repeat endlessly. Three dots
leave open doors, sometimes they leave you there, hovering, suspended between what the writer would suggest, what would you guess, and it lets your imagination. To your interpretation.
Three dots do not close, they are a slight downhill or uphill sweet.
You decide which way to go. Chickenpox
of dots, however, brings to mind a landslide.
I break free from the sentence. Throws me off.
not let me get more in the spirit of the writer's thought, I'm away.
It makes me think that there is not too said, and if you do not want to tell me enough, I'll go elsewhere.
Three is the perfect number ...
(he said, lowering the glasses on his nose and whip the air with his baton)
one two three
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