<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379055778597956213</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:08:39.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cómo miran tus ojos</title><subtitle type='html'>Ensayo Fotográfico Documental.   
 En memoria de Mario Alberto Nívoli, detenido-desaparecido en Córdoba, en 1977.    Realización:  María Soledad Nívoli  
Gustavo D’Assoro.    Asistencia y colaboración:    Manolo Ferraro.    Rosario, 2007</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comomirantusojos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2379055778597956213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comomirantusojos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cómo miran tus ojos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859809357151840371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379055778597956213.post-2210505052634578074</id><published>2009-03-13T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:57:10.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR2x_c2MmIU/Sbsc_jgjGDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_8yWhPdsVm8/s1600-h/postal003%2Bpie+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR2x_c2MmIU/Sbsc_jgjGDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_8yWhPdsVm8/s400/postal003%2Bpie+copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312872063602726962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busqué entender la desaparición de mi papá de muchas maneras. Los libros y las personas que lo conocieron cumplieron ampliamente la tarea de contar, pero nunca llegaban a decir todo eso que necesitaba sobre la muerte, la tortura, el sufrimiento o la pérdida.&lt;br /&gt;Muy tarde comprendí que persiguiendo las huellas de su muerte había olvidado buscar las de su vida: la cadencia de las palabras, los gestos fugaces, las muchas maneras de mirar o de mirarse, las dos o tres formas típicas de reírse o suspirar, las manías imperceptibles y cotidianas, la relación muda con las cosas del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Hace pocos años tuve la feliz ocasión de ver al fin proyectadas una serie de diapositivas que mi papá sacó en su viaje de estudios a Bariloche, en 1965. Me sorprendí y a la vez me desilusioné: de un total de sesenta imágenes, él sólo aparecía en ocho, mirando para un costado, de lejos o apenas visible en medio de los árboles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las reuniones que tuvimos con Gustavo desde comienzos del 2005, y en paciente revisión del material con el que contábamos, pudimos descubrir lo que nos guió en la construcción de este ensayo fotográfico documental: si bien mi papá no estaba contenido o explicitado en las cincuenta y dos diapositivas restantes, allí estaba su mirada, su perspectiva particular, y un modo de representarse el mundo a través de la cámara.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces pensamos que la experiencia efímera de la mirada -que hace reconocer la vida- estaba impresa en las imágenes que él había elegido sacar.&lt;br /&gt;Usando esa forma de encuadrar el mundo y tratando de repetirla, fuimos recorriendo los lugares de su vida. Buscamos -con su mirada- calles, flores, árboles, frentes, ramas y barandas interpuestas.&lt;br /&gt;Sus diapositivas de Bariloche y los sucesivos intentos de reproducción que guiaron nuestro viaje, me ofrecieron la ocasión de andar sus caminos, encontrarlo un poquito en sus lugares, recuperar fragmentos de su vida y sentir –aunque sea fugazmente- cómo miran sus ojos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2379055778597956213-2210505052634578074?l=comomirantusojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comomirantusojos.blogspot.com/feeds/2210505052634578074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2379055778597956213&amp;postID=2210505052634578074' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2379055778597956213/posts/default/2210505052634578074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2379055778597956213/posts/default/2210505052634578074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comomirantusojos.blogspot.com/2009/03/busque-entender-la-desaparicion-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>cómo miran tus ojos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859809357151840371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xR2x_c2MmIU/Sbsc_jgjGDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_8yWhPdsVm8/s72-c/postal003%2Bpie+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379055778597956213.post-571088721654111842</id><published>2009-03-13T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:52:58.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR2x_c2MmIU/SbqSFjEubeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oO9NHhiLhO8/s1600-h/panelarbolblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR2x_c2MmIU/SBFD6wbeXgI/AAAAAAAAACg/8Eo8xTW_Gow/s400/postal004_pie_copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busqué entender la desaparición de mi papá de muchas maneras. Los libros y las personas que lo conocieron cumplieron ampliamente la tarea de contar, pero nunca llegaban a decir todo eso que necesitaba sobre la muerte, la tortura, el sufrimiento o la pérdida.&lt;br /&gt;Muy tarde comprendí que persiguiendo las huellas de su muerte había olvidado buscar las de su vida: la cadencia de las palabras, los gestos fugaces, las muchas maneras de mirar o de mirarse, las dos o tres formas típicas de reírse o suspirar, las manías imperceptibles y cotidianas, la relación muda con las cosas del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Hace pocos años tuve la feliz ocasión de ver al fin proyectadas una serie de diapositivas que mi papá sacó en su viaje de estudios a Bariloche, en 1965. Me sorprendí y a la vez me desilusioné: de un total de sesenta imágenes, él sólo aparecía en ocho, mirando para un costado, de lejos o apenas visible en medio de los árboles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las reuniones que tuvimos con Gustavo desde comienzos del 2005, y en paciente revisión del material con el que contábamos, pudimos descubrir lo que nos guió en la construcción de este ensayo fotográfico documental: si bien mi papá no estaba contenido o explicitado en las cincuenta y dos diapositivas restantes, allí estaba su mirada, su perspectiva particular, y un modo de representarse el mundo a través de la cámara.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces pensamos que la experiencia efímera de la mirada -que hace reconocer la vida- estaba impresa en las imágenes que él había elegido sacar.&lt;br /&gt;Usando esa forma de encuadrar el mundo y tratando de repetirla, fuimos recorriendo los lugares de su vida. Buscamos -con su mirada- calles, flores, árboles, frentes, ramas y barandas interpuestas.&lt;br /&gt;Sus diapositivas de Bariloche y los sucesivos intentos de reproducción que guiaron nuestro viaje, me ofrecieron la ocasión de andar sus caminos, encontrarlo un poquito en sus lugares, recuperar fragmentos de su vida y sentir –aunque sea fugazmente- cómo miran sus ojos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2379055778597956213-4515458547035495417?l=comomirantusojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comomirantusojos.blogspot.com/feeds/4515458547035495417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2379055778597956213&amp;postID=4515458547035495417' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2379055778597956213/posts/default/4515458547035495417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2379055778597956213/posts/default/4515458547035495417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comomirantusojos.blogspot.com/2008/04/presentacin.html' title=''/><author><name>cómo miran tus ojos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859809357151840371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xR2x_c2MmIU/SBFD6wbeXgI/AAAAAAAAACg/8Eo8xTW_Gow/s72-c/postal004_pie_copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
