<?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-24317391</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:12:18.002-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Projeto Balbucio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-2868657127996165985</id><published>2007-06-09T00:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:33:45.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Site do Projeto Balbucio</title><content type='html'>Visite o site do Projeto Balbucio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.balbucio.com"&gt;www.balbucio.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-2868657127996165985?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/2868657127996165985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=2868657127996165985' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/2868657127996165985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/2868657127996165985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2007/06/site-do-projeto-balbucio.html' title='Site do Projeto Balbucio'/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114978352934967700</id><published>2006-06-08T13:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:22:13.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Depois de muita procura, o Balbucio agora tem a Casa.&lt;br /&gt;Simpática, pintada de verde-amarelo, a Casa será um local aberto para discussões sobre as mais diversas áreas artísticas e também será a área de produção e experimentação do grupo. De lá, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Etc. Rapadura&lt;/span&gt; continua.&lt;br /&gt;A inauguraçao, ainda sem data prevista, será uma prévia de tudo que ainda está por vir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sejam bem vindos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114978352934967700?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114978352934967700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114978352934967700' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114978352934967700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114978352934967700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/06/depois-de-muita-procura-o-balbucio.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114399268877782883</id><published>2006-04-02T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T12:44:48.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Para garantir uma maior segurança, devido ao jogo Ceará x Fortaleza, a programação prevista para o encerramento do II Seminário [bawbu'siu] foi alterada.&lt;br /&gt;A festa de encerramento com djs locais não irá mais ocorrer.&lt;br /&gt;A conferencia com o professor doutor Artur Matuck, com o tema "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Projeto Interpresença: pesquisa em mediatectura e comunicação interativa", ocorrerá as 18h.&lt;br /&gt;Agradecemos a compreensão e a presença de todos que nos  prestigiaram nesses dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114399268877782883?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114399268877782883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114399268877782883' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114399268877782883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114399268877782883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/04/para-garantir-uma-maior-segurana.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114343732971830459</id><published>2006-03-27T01:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:57:52.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/1600/ani%20arqui%203%20com%20local.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/320/ani%20arqui%203%20com%20local.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Etc. Rapadura - II Seminário [bawbu´siu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;DO LOCAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditório da Biblioteca de Ciências Humanas&lt;br /&gt;Av. da Universidade, 2853 - Benfica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO PÚBLICO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alunos, profissionais e professores de comunicação, artes e áreas afins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DA PROGRAMAÇÃO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 31 de Março de 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;19h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CONFERÊNCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Arte e Tecnologia: Como Politizar a Discussão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Prof. Dr. Arlindo Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Programa de Estudos Pós-Graduados em Comunicação e Semiótica da PUC-SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PERFORMANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Glossolalic Machine n#1: Cenácula [versão plugada]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Projeto [bawbu´siu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Curso de Comunicação Social da UFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 01 de Abril de 2006&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CONFERÊNCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Performance Dessacralizada&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Dr. Gilmar de Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Curso de Comunicação Social da UFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PERFORMANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Projeto [bawbu´siu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Curso de Comunicação Social da UFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EXPERIMENTAL JAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apresentação de música experimental com bandas e artistas locais&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 02 de Abril de 2006&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CONFERÊNCIA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Projeto Interpresença: pesquisa em mediatectura e comunicação interativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Prof. Dr. Artur Matuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Escola de Comunicações e Artes da USP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PERFORMANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Projeto [bawbu´siu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Curso de Comunicação Social da UFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FESTA DE ENCERRAMENTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DJs locais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INFORMAÇÕES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;balbucio@yahoo.com.br&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOS CONFERENCISTAS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arlindo Machado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Arlindo Machado é professor do Programa de Estudos Pós-Graduados em Comunicação e Semiótica da PUC-SP e do Departamento de Cinema, Rádio e Televisão da Universidade de São Paulo. Seu campo de pesquisas abrange o universo das chamadas imagens técnicas, ou seja, as imagens produzidas por meio de mediações tecnológicas diversas (fotografia, cinema, vídeo e atuais mídias digitais). Sobre esses temas, publicou os livros &lt;i&gt;Eisenstein: Geometria do Êxtase&lt;/i&gt; (São Paulo, Brasiliense, 1982), &lt;i&gt;A Ilusão Especular&lt;/i&gt; (São Paulo, Editora Brasiliense, 1984), &lt;i&gt;A Arte do Vídeo&lt;/i&gt; (São Paulo, Brasiliense, 1988), &lt;i&gt;Máquina e Imaginário: o Desafio das Poéticas Tecnológicas&lt;/i&gt; (São Paulo, EDUSP, 1993) e o CD-ROM &lt;i&gt;Ensaios sobre a Contemporaneidade&lt;/i&gt; (São Paulo, PUC, 1994), além de vários artigos em jornais e revistas do Brasil e do exterior. É também co-autor de &lt;i&gt;Os Anos de Autoritarismo: Televisão e Vídeo&lt;/i&gt; (Rio de Janeiro, Zahar, 1985) e &lt;i&gt;Rádios Livres: a Reforma Agrária no Ar&lt;/i&gt; (São Paulo, Brasiliense, 1986).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artur Matuck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;É formado em artes pela ECA/USP, onde, atualmente, é professor, e pós-graduou-se em artes visuais pela Universidade da Califórnia, &lt;st1:personname productid="em San Diego" st="on"&gt;em San Diego&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, depois de ter conseguido bolsa da Fundação Fullbright para fazer uma pesquisa sobre o copyright na Universidade de Iowa. Artista multimídia, videomaker, performer e escritor, Matuck desenvolveu também, em 1991, o projeto Reflux, na Carnegie-Mellon University, em Pittsburgh, e outro sobre escritura alterada por computador, na Universidade da Flórida, &lt;st1:personname productid="em Gainesville. Foi" st="on"&gt;em Gainesville. Foi&lt;/st1:personname&gt; um dos pioneiros em arte-comunicação no Brasil. Apresentou a videoinstalação &lt;i&gt;Alpha Centauri Stelo Binara,&lt;/i&gt; na 17ª Bienal Internacional de São Paulo (1983). Uma parte significativa do trabalho de Matuck tem inspiração ecológica como seu vídeo &lt;i&gt;Emanatio-Profanatio&lt;/i&gt; (1977), que trata do sacrifício de bezerros por um fazendeiro do Estado de Wisconsin, movido por razões políticas; e &lt;i&gt;Brahminicide&lt;/i&gt; (1977), que mostra o processo tecnológico de matança de porcos na cidade de Iowa. Numa perspectiva mais politizada, Matuck fez também &lt;i&gt;Maurício Prisoner&lt;/i&gt; (1981), reconstrução fictícia do lento processo de enlouquecimento de um militante tupamaro numa prisão uruguaia. Para a realização desse trabalho, Matuck utilizou apenas um ator, um pequeno quarto com uma escada e os objetos comuns ali encontrados. As imagens do mundo exterior vão se transfigurando lentamente em projeções interiores da fantasia alucinada do prisioneiro. Ainda em 1981, Matuck fez &lt;i&gt;Ataris Vort in the Planet Megga&lt;/i&gt; (primeira versão; haveria ainda uma segunda, preparada para a Bienal Internacional de São Paulo, em 1983), um enredo experimental de ficção científica, no qual o autor usa fartamente os efeitos eletrônicos a que teve acesso na Universidade de San Diego. Esse vídeo daria início a uma série de experiências, que se desdobrariam durante toda a década de 80 e começo dos anos 90, envolvendo uma estranha espécie de ficção científica videográfica, com exploração de recursos eletrônicos até então inéditos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilmar de Carvalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;É mestre em Comunicação Social pela Universidade Metodista de São Paulo (com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Publicidade em Cordel&lt;/span&gt;, Maltese, São Paulo, 1994) e doutor em Comunicação e Semiótica pela PUC - São Paulo (com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madeira Matriz&lt;/span&gt;, Annablume, São Paulo, 1999, prêmio Sílvio Romero, da Funarte, deste mesmo ano). Professor do Curso de Comunicação Social e do Mestrado em História Social da UFC. Mais de vinta títulos lançados e publicação de artigos em revistas nacionais e estrangeiras.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114343732971830459?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114343732971830459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114343732971830459' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114343732971830459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114343732971830459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/etc.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114305182976091449</id><published>2006-03-22T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:25:26.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Projeto Balbucio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Projeto Balbucio surgiu a partir da iniciativa do Prof. Dr. Wellington Junior, do curso de Comunicação Social da UFC, em desenvolver estudos relacionados à experimentação em arte contemporânea, principalmente em temas ligados ao seu objeto de estudo – a glossolalia (ou o dom das línguas).&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi a partir disso que cinco estudantes do Curso de Comunicação formaram o grupo junto ao prof. Wellington Junior e apresentaram, na exposição da 16ª Semana de Comunicação Social da UFC, em setembro de &lt;st1:metricconverter productid="2003, a" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:metricconverter productid="2003, a" st="on"&gt;2003, a&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt;&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt; performance intitulada &lt;i&gt;Glossolalic Machine #1 - Cenacula&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim de abril de 2004, o grupo volta a se apresentar na I Semana de Humanidades da UFC. Já acrescido de novos componentes, foi realizada a segunda máquina glossolálica: &lt;i&gt;Glossolalic Machine #2 - Torture&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No XXVI Encontro Nacional de Estudantes de Comunicação Social, ENECOM 2004, no dia 16 de julho, a performance &lt;i&gt;Cores Berrantes&lt;/i&gt; aconteceu durante todo o dia nas ruas do bairro Benfica e no Centro de Humanidades da UFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em novembro, o lançamento do livro Glossolalia: Voz e Poesia, do Prof. Dr. Wellington Jr. foi acompanhado da reapresentação da primeira máquina glossolálica, &lt;i&gt;Cenacula&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Durante a II Semana de Humanidades da UFC, o Projeto Balbucio organizou uma exposição artística com obras individuais de seus componentes: &lt;i&gt;Santinhos&lt;/i&gt;, do Prof. Wellington Jr.; &lt;i&gt;Digital Digital&lt;/i&gt;, de Tobias Sandino Gaede e Raquel Geller; &lt;i&gt;A Xapa&lt;/i&gt; e &lt;i&gt;Entre Palitos&lt;/i&gt;, de Jedi; &lt;i&gt;96010033518&lt;/i&gt;, de Juin.Além da exposição, na abertura do evento, na noite de 25 de abril de &lt;st1:metricconverter productid="2005, a" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:metricconverter productid="2005, a" st="on"&gt;2005, a&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt;&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt; performance &lt;i&gt;Save Our Souls &lt;/i&gt;foi apresentada. Também no transcorrer da Semana, o grupo apresentou mais duas performances: reapresentação das &lt;i&gt;Cores Berrantes&lt;/i&gt; e a inédita &lt;i&gt;Ternos&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da programação da II Semana de Humanidades, em Abril de 2005, o grupo apresentou as performances &lt;i&gt;SOS&lt;/i&gt;, no salão nobre da Reitoria da UFC, e &lt;i&gt;Ternos&lt;/i&gt;, na Avenida da Universidade.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Em comemoração aos 40 Anos do Curso de Comunicação Social da UFC, o Projeto promoveu o &lt;i&gt;Articulações -&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;I Seminário Balbucio de Arte Contemporânea,&lt;/i&gt; nos dias 14, 15 e 16 de junho, no auditório da Biblioteca de Ciências Humanas da UFC.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na performance &lt;i&gt;Gelo Ogival&lt;/i&gt;, no dia 11 de agosto, rememorando o episódio do ataque atômico à cidade de Hiroshima, o grupo construiu, &lt;st1:personname productid="em plena Avenida" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em plena Avenida" st="on"&gt;em plena Avenida&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt; da Universidade, um cemitério de gelo.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 23 agosto de 2005, o grupo abriu a exposição “Arte &lt;st1:personname productid="em Tempos Autorit￡rios" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em Tempos Autoritários" st="on"&gt;em Tempos Autoritários&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;”, organizada pelo Prof. Dr. Gilmar de Carvalho no Museu de Arte da Universidade Federal do Ceará, com a performance &lt;i&gt;Via Corpus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Em todas as suas apresentações, o Projeto Balbucio teve grande destaque na mídia cearense. O grupo foi matéria em todos os jornais da cidade. Além disso, o grupo foi destaque em inserções da TV local (TV Ceará, TV Verdes Mares, TV Jangadeirto e TV União) e emissoras de rádio (Rádio Universitária). Participou também do Projeto Entre-Lugares, na ONG Alpendre – Casa de Arte, Pesquisa e Produção, que investiga os modos de representação contemporânea em arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selecionado para o Projeto BNB de Cultura na categoria de artes visuais, o Projeto Balbucio encaminha suas atividades para o restante do ano e procura se firmar no panorama artístico cearense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114305182976091449?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114305182976091449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114305182976091449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114305182976091449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114305182976091449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/projeto-balbucio-o-projeto-balbucio_22.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114305020101725729</id><published>2006-03-22T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:56:41.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/1600/Fiandeiras%20129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/200/Fiandeiras%20129.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/fiandeiras"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fiandeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De dia, ela fia, tece, trama. Desfia, des-tece, des-trama, de noite. Dure dias, meses, eras, o tempo. Se de Ulisses só tem a ausência, ali permanecerá, fiel, a que fia, Penélope, urdindo o próprio devir, num eterno recomeçar, refazer-se; do dia que se faz noite que se faz dia que se faz... Quase moira de si mesma, não estivessem Cloto, Láquesis e Átropo pairando para além do monte dos deuses.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A três Moiras, filhas de Nyx, noite profunda, têm e sustêm o destino (no grego, moira = destino), que não passa de um fio que a Fiandeira fia, a Distribuidora mede e a Inflexível, corta. Morte e vida; passado, presente e futuro; princípio e fim; cópula, nascimento; todos os ciclos da vida dependem da vontade e do trabalho habilidoso das mãos de fiandeiras. Habilidade algoz de Aracne, a tecelã lídia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mesmo em fúria, a protetora das artes sabia-se vencida, não podia deixar que a arte da moça se perdesse. Compadecida, não deixaria que o suicídio se consumasse. Aracne, não morreria, mas seria a aranha que é hoje; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ad infinitum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, presa à própria teia. Do ventre, o fio de sua existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A aranha/mãe de Louise Bourgeois. Vênus. Grande Mãe. Pernas-grades, ameaçadoras e acolhedoras. Vulva dentada. Um abismo. O materno e o feminino expandidos ao limite. O gênero transcendido. Porque se trata da possibilidade de renovação e manutenção da vida, da existência, num sentido mais ontológico. Terrível, mas quem pode resistir ou prescindir? Se o grão de trigo não morre, fica só, não renasce. Sublime: morte e vida em jogo simultaneamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114305020101725729?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114305020101725729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114305020101725729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114305020101725729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114305020101725729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/fiandeiras-de-dia-ela-fia-tece-trama.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114304990315617641</id><published>2006-03-22T14:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:08:20.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/1600/DSC01722%20c%3F%3Fpia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/200/DSC01722%20c%3F%3Fpia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/viacorpus"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Via Corpus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um álbum com gravuras de 13 artistas, encontradas, por acaso, num antiquário &lt;st1:personname productid="em Copacabana. Encomendadas" st="on"&gt;em Copacabana. Encomendadas&lt;/st1:personname&gt; para celebrar alguns dos “êxitos” do milagre econômico do Regime Militar, elas vieram para o Ceará através da exposição “Arte &lt;st1:personname productid="em Tempos Autorit￡rios" st="on"&gt;em Tempos Autoritários&lt;/st1:personname&gt;”, organizada pelo pesquisador Gilmar de Carvalho. As gravuras estabelecem relações entre arte e transportes, arte e encomenda. Dialogando com a exposição, o Projeto Balbucio apresentou a performance &lt;i style=""&gt;Via Corpus&lt;/i&gt;, na qual os &lt;i style=""&gt;performers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; formaram uma via com os próprios corpos e entoaram canções com temas nacionalistas e trechos de textos da época, em referência à temática dos transportes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114304990315617641?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114304990315617641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114304990315617641' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114304990315617641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114304990315617641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/via-corpus-um-lbum-com-gravuras-de-13.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114304918294577059</id><published>2006-03-22T14:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:39:42.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/1600/gelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/200/gelo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/geloogival"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gelo Ogival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A obra rememora o episódio do ataque da bomba atômica à cidade de Hiroshima. Em uma das faixas da Avenida da Universidade, em Fortaleza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;performers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; trajados com macacões industriais montaram um “cemitério de gelo”, no qual cerca de duzentas barras do material – número que faz referência aos mais de 200 mil mortos pela bomba - ficaram dispostas como lápides no interior de um gradeado de madeira. A instalação discute as relações da dimensão espiritual do episódio, relacionando o gelo – de aspecto duro, mas com uma aparência leve e suave, que derrete com a luz do sol – às vítimas do ataque, que derreteram com a radiação. Houve um toque de sirene e foram distribuídos panfletos, que traziam um texto contra a barbárie, a guerra, a violência e o fundamentalismo. A apresentação durou até as barras de gelo derreterem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114304918294577059?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114304918294577059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114304918294577059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114304918294577059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114304918294577059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/gelo-ogival-obra-rememora-o-episdio-do.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114304893663983395</id><published>2006-03-22T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:57:49.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/1600/9601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/200/9601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/96010033518"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;96010033518&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96010033518&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, de Juin, também trabalha as sombras, mas com outra perspectiva. O artista preenche sombras humanas com os números que socialmente têm importância na vida do retratado. Número do telefone, nascimento, RG, CPF, conta no banco, agência, tudo isso reunido num imenso rodamoinho, como sulcos duma impressão digital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114304893663983395?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114304893663983395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114304893663983395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114304893663983395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114304893663983395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/96010033518-96010033518-de-juin-tambm.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114304846959715731</id><published>2006-03-22T14:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:56:27.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/1600/chapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/200/chapa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fotolog.com/achapa"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Xapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Xapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, de Jedi, constrói corpos através de radiografias de pessoas diferentes. Cabeça de menino, ombro de senhora, pernas fraturadas, dispostas em grandes expositores luminosos, realocados, já não mais faziam parte dos corpos dos seus antigos donos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114304846959715731?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114304846959715731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114304846959715731' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114304846959715731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114304846959715731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/xapa-xapa-de-jedi-constri-corpos.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114301093942246188</id><published>2006-03-22T03:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T15:35:07.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/1600/digital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/200/digital.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/digitaldigital"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Digital Digital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Digital Digital&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, de Tobias Sandino Gaede e Raquel Geller, de perto, é um aglomerado de pequenas digitais dispostas aparentemente ao acaso. Cinco largos passos dados para trás, faz tudo mudar de figura, literalmente: o que parecia acaso, era na verdade um painel ampliando aquela mesma digital que se repetia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;O código não tem intuito, mas é intuitivo em sua eterna, pois ideal, função. Os dígitos, que somados a mais dígitos e ordenados criteriosamente formam o código digital, aqui são descartados e em seu lugar são introduzidas impressões digitais, sem nenhuma lógica mais complexa do que a continuidade da linha originada da própria linha que constitui a existência individual de cada digital. É o código formando ele mesmo. É a digital digital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114301093942246188?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114301093942246188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114301093942246188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114301093942246188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114301093942246188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/digital-digital-digital-digital-de.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114301066005575639</id><published>2006-03-22T03:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T04:13:10.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/1600/santinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/200/santinhos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/ossantinhos"&gt;Santinhos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Na instalação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Santinhos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; do Prof. Wellington Jr., uma pequena capela montada nos jardins da Reitoria da UFC teve suas paredes internas completamente revestidas por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;santinhos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; de candidatos. No interior, uma televisão transmitia propagandas eleitorais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114301066005575639?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114301066005575639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114301066005575639' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114301066005575639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114301066005575639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/santinhos-na-instalao-santinhos-do.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114301037970247564</id><published>2006-03-22T03:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:18:50.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/1600/gesso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/200/gesso.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/ogesso"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Germinando de uma grande massa de gesso, pedaços de corpos se uniam a um só corpo. Sentimentos de angústia, dor, prisão. Cada parte emitia um pulso, em sintonia com os sinais de telégrafo. Na perspectiva do homem como centro de tudo e no centro da terra, a performance dialogava com o sentimento e valores da pós-modernidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114301037970247564?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114301037970247564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114301037970247564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114301037970247564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114301037970247564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/sos-germinando-de-uma-grande-massa-de.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114300739610157005</id><published>2006-03-22T02:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T03:03:16.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/1600/joaodeterno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/200/joaodeterno.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/ternos"&gt;Ternos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;No meio do trânsito, homens altos e bem vestidos limpavam os vidros dos carros no sinal. Ao invés de pedir um trocado, os limpadores davam moedas aos motoristas. A performance &lt;i style=""&gt;Ternos&lt;/i&gt; lidou com a inversão de valores e os antagonismos. Limpeza, sujeira. Rico, pobre. Bom e ruim. Numa referência ao maniqueísmo de idéias, os &lt;i style=""&gt;performers&lt;/i&gt; causaram a sensação do inesperado, numa situação tão presente no dia-a-dia das grandes cidades. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 54pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114300739610157005?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114300739610157005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114300739610157005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114300739610157005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114300739610157005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/ternos-no-meio-do-trnsito-homens-altos.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114300675732586660</id><published>2006-03-22T02:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T02:52:37.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/1600/cores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/200/cores.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/coresberrantes"&gt;Cores Berrantes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Espanto e estranhamento eram as primeiras reações de quem passava pelas ruas de Fortaleza. As cores estavam vivas, caminhando pela cidade. Numa grande brincadeira com a cor e os caminhos por onde a gente percorre todos os dias, a performance &lt;i style=""&gt;Cores Berrantes&lt;/i&gt; trouxe bom humor e o envolvimento com o público. Vestidos com macacões de cores extravagantes, os &lt;i style=""&gt;performers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; conseguiam interagir com os passantes apenas com a presença colorida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114300675732586660?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114300675732586660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114300675732586660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114300675732586660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114300675732586660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/cores-berrantes-espanto-e.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114300604358877576</id><published>2006-03-22T02:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:53:18.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/1600/fig%2007.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/200/fig%2007.6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.fotolog.com/machinetorture"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Torture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Doze metros de móveis antigos da universidade formavam uma torre, palco da segunda performance do Projeto Balbucio. Distribuídos ao longo da imensa obra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;performers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;emitiam pulsos glossolálicos que faziam referência à tortura, sofrimento. A obra, entitulada de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Glossolalic Machine #2 - Torture, refere-se ao período&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; perseguição político da Ditadura Militar no Brasil, lembrando os 40 anos deste momento da história do país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trabalhando sob a perspectiva de “o abandono em que vivemos é um tipo de tortura”, “apesar do abandono, ainda conseguimos fazer arte” e “o abandono da ditadura”, a performance também fez um manifesto contra o descaso com o Centro de Humanidades, local onde fora montada e apresentada a performance, dentro da programação da I Semana de Humanidades da UFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114300604358877576?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114300604358877576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114300604358877576' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114300604358877576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114300604358877576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/torture-doze-metros-de-mveis-antigos.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24317391.post-114300270951632137</id><published>2006-03-22T01:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:15:25.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/1600/Primeiro%20Dia%2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1174/2520/200/Primeiro%20Dia%2021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/cenacula"&gt;Cenacula&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma moeda num porquinho e tudo começa. Cinco homens vestidos com macacões industriais e meias na cabeça, dispostos em círculo, como uma grande vagina dentada composta de falos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A cada depósito de dinheiro, feito pelo público, um pulso glossolálico, uma língua estranha. A performance &lt;i style=""&gt;Cenácula &lt;/i&gt;é a primeira de uma série de máquinas que comporão o projeto &lt;i style=""&gt;Glossolalic Machine&lt;/i&gt;, idealizado pelo professor doutor Wellington Júnior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 54pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24317391-114300270951632137?l=balbucio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/feeds/114300270951632137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24317391&amp;postID=114300270951632137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114300270951632137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24317391/posts/default/114300270951632137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balbucio.blogspot.com/2006/03/cenacula-uma-moeda-num-porquinho-e.html' title=''/><author><name>João Vilnei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06052400211060141066</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
