Twelve Years & 11289.5 Kilometres Later
Saturday, September 21, 2013
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| Irma Perez, Buenos Aires |
Many times I have proposed to local artists
that we collaborate on some project. Except for Nora Patrich and Juan Manuel Sánchez (Argentine painters, married to each
other who left 8 years ago in separate airplanes) I have had few takers.
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| Irma, Nora & Alí |
So I must cheerfully state here
that 12 years later and 11289.5 kilometres later I worked with Nora Patrich and
we used the same beautiful sofa.
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| Linda Lorenzo, Vancouver, 2001 |
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| Nora & Linda |
Homero Simpson Dijo Una Vez...
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Guest Blog
Roxana
Buenos Aires
On Posing Nude for the First Time
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| Nora Patrich, Roxana & Alex |
Homero
Simpson dijo una vez: "No puedo decir la palabra teta sin reirme como
escolapio". Mi timidez se describe perfectamente con esa frase. Y se
comprueba constantemente en mi vida cotidiana; cuando me visto tapando alguna
parte de mi cuerpo que quiero disimular, cuando me sonrojo al recibir un
cumplido o cuando evito decir alguna palabra que me avergüence pronunciar. Con
todo esto, es difícil creerme si digo que hubo una ocasión en la que participé
desnuda en una sesión de fotos. Y mucho más difícil es creerme si afirmo que me
sentí totalmente cómoda al hacerlo.
Y es que
siempre consideré al cuerpo humano como una de las más bellas herramientas del
arte. Por que es eso, una herramienta que se usa para expresar. Es incalculable
la cantidad de sentimientos, sensaciones e ideas que el cuerpo puede transmitir
con una imagen. Quizás por eso fue que cuando me propusieron posar para una
pintora y un fotógrafo sin portar ningún tipo de ropa me entusiasmó tanto la
idea, y ese entusiasmo aplastó inmediatamente a las dudas que podían provocar
la timidez y la inseguridad que crónicamente acompañan mi vida.
Creí que
iba a tener problemas en el momento de desvestirme, pero no resultó así. Fue
extraño, pero sentía una confianza hacia los dos como si los conociera de años.
La comodidad es un requisito fundamental en situaciones como esta. No sólo por
el tema de estar totalmente desnudo frente a otra persona, sino también porque
si no hay comodidad no hay base donde apoyarse para expresar ni para capturar
expresiones y el resultado de esto puede ser decepcionante.
Mr Kwan's Fee
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Sitting behind me at a Microcosmos Quartet
concert this last Sunday I heard a couple talk tango. I turned around and we
were soon comparing notes on dancing in Buenos
Aires. They told me they loved Buenos Aires. Mr. Kwan was particularly
pleasant even though I had explained that in my mother’s Manila Tagalog, kwan
is that which women have that men don’t. Mr. Kwan just smiled. Mrs. Kwan told
me that the only wrinkle in their fine trip was that they had to each pay a $75
entry fee to Argentina.
I began to worry. I know that this is some sort of reciprocal reaction to our
Prime Minister’s resolve to get fewer Latin American immigrants and students in
Canada.
I called the Argentine Consulate in Montreal (there is no consulate in Vancouver) this morning. The woman who
answered was quite firm in telling me using those awful Argentine bureaucratic terms
“corresponde” (it corresponds) and “no corresponde.” She told me that being from Vancouver
Montreal was not my Consulate for any consultation but the one in Toronto was.
She did manage to give me the information
that I wanted. When I enter Argentina
with my Canadian Passport I must show my Libreta de Enrolamiento and the
authorities will wave the $75 fee.
Until President Carlos Menem eliminated the
obligatory military service in Argentina
a man’s most important document was the Libreta de Enrolamiento which was a
sort of combination identity and draft card. Since the draft was obligatory there
were methods (expensive ones) in which one could get the document and somehow get
a stamp that said one had served or that one had been found ineligible for some
health reason.
I obtained my Libreta at the Argentine Embassy
in Mexico City.
Few if any Argentines living in that country had attempted to fulfill their patriotic duty.
The consulate staff rustled up an ancient one from 1926 and if you note the map within the document
there were provinces not yet provinces and territories not yet that.
If you read in illustration you will see that
I finished my service in the Argentine Navy in marinería furriel. That meant that
I undertook all my responsibilities in a dangerous desk job. You might also note
by my signature that I was still carrying in August 1961an Esterbrook pen with
an italic nib. I still have the pen, but alas it now sports a normal nib.
I look forward to flashing my extra
special, and obviously not quite obsolete libreta at the authorities at the Ministro Pistarini
Airport in Buenos Aires this coming Sunday.
As for that number on the cover of the document, 588737 it is embedded in my memory. That was me for 24 months.
