tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41125807977473703922024-03-14T09:59:29.706+01:00Stateless Dancer DiariesA dreamer's inquiring mind's random stories. Hang gliding over a milky forest. Diving in a marine cemetery. Tangled light weeds in my fingers.statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-43983315401745333952018-06-11T22:34:00.001+02:002018-06-11T22:35:33.627+02:00EsToy Akí H o L a
He vuelto...
Es difícil decir... cuántas veces he MuErTo desde EnToNcEs...
Los SiLeNciOs consumidos. La iNeXPloSióN.
Muchas veces penséstatelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-8753680933091336042013-05-20T14:07:00.000+02:002013-05-20T14:07:43.225+02:00DuDAs CoN eL IDEaL
Dicen que la primera frase de un libro es la más
importante ya que abre la puerta de la aventura, de la idea, del
comienzo de un destino cambiante... pues lo realmente valioso e
interesante es aquello que se mueve de un estado a statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-48116150780252162912013-05-18T01:53:00.001+02:002013-05-18T01:53:08.591+02:00But Badalona soothes meThey were not as afraid as I am.
statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-72501520279757542222013-05-18T01:51:00.001+02:002013-05-18T01:51:04.400+02:00Barcelona treats meWith colours.
statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0Glories, Glories41.404205 2.1904728tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-11794380289002307272013-05-13T15:57:00.001+02:002013-05-13T15:57:21.747+02:00PeaceOne day after the storm, the cold, the darkness I saw light and I followed... Even missing the love I gave away and thrown to the trash.
These flowers, the sea breeze, a good friend at Gavá beach.
Happy.
statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-20274603489600935892013-05-10T15:24:00.001+02:002013-05-10T16:16:06.769+02:00Lost in the Lines
That one lost in between the lines of a random angle of Museu Blau (Edificio Fórum, designed by Jacques Herzog and Pierre de Meuron, Barcelona), it's me.
A bit far away seems and fragmented in the distance. The only organic form in there. As quiet as real a friday afternoon.
You feel you are a tiny ant in that huge nearly empty space, concrete everywhere and all of a sudden, someone is statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-64221886283672822092013-05-09T16:47:00.000+02:002013-05-09T16:47:22.445+02:00Missing
There's silence.
statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-19167796022732130162013-05-08T19:54:00.000+02:002013-05-08T19:56:12.953+02:00En el fondo del mar
Me contaba mil mentiras como el camaleón, según dónde estuviéramos, adaptaba sus coartadas.
Yo a veces creía que eran verdades, me juraba que así era... pero luego se emborrachaba y se equivocaba de coartadas, se entrelazaban las mentiras y los nudos se notaban... entonces yo le cuestionaba, y se le giraba la cabeza como un perro loco resabiado. De statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-34793176175485919362011-06-10T17:24:00.000+02:002011-06-10T17:24:42.207+02:00LoVe can Turn DangerousGirl from the North, from the Mountains, she belongs..He said No, she heard MaybeShe wandered in Noes and Killing ThoughtsKnifes vanishedThreats for Noesstatelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-7580655057267684462011-03-03T16:10:00.000+01:002011-03-03T16:10:15.942+01:00Gatos/Cats - Marissa Campúa
Last acquisition from Marissa Campúa.
statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-20840176420311060102011-01-04T19:40:00.000+01:002011-01-04T19:40:36.908+01:00Number 22
An incomplete drawing for an incomplete interaction.
23 was about to come...
And he came.statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-13257108755739732252011-01-03T10:39:00.000+01:002011-01-03T10:39:04.249+01:00DesencuentrosQue son Encuentros
Aprender a amar es perder el miedo.
AMA
No hay mejor vida que esa.Pase lo que pase.
Amar es vivir al limite.
Llora, levantate y sigue adelante.
No estas sola.
AMAstatelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-58729376829392486942010-06-24T15:57:00.001+02:002011-01-03T11:15:54.463+01:00ReleaseAnd finally, the time for it arrived.
A wild animal managed to escape from those constrains, the pretty matrix cages...
Quiet for a while. Generating the power. Charging. Plotting. And, ZAAASSSSSS !!! ...the chance was there!!!
At the end of the day the nature of one is stronger than any reason, any cage, any matrix...
Carmen San Diego
statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-33090487623465957072010-05-08T13:36:00.002+02:002010-05-08T13:36:15.660+02:00Caos dentro del Caos
Dicen por ahí que cada uno tiene un lugar que ocupar y que éste no puede ser reemplazado por ninguna otra persona. Me pregunto qué pasa con aquellos cuyo lugar es no ocupar ningún lugar, aunque técnicamente eso sería imposible, puesto que si existes, ocupas un lugar en el espacio-tiempo. Hay quienes ocupan un lugar en perpetuo movimiento, como las aguas de un río que se renueva cada año. statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-6206075361055075982009-12-04T15:29:00.003+01:002011-01-03T11:15:54.463+01:00My Christmas Cards / Mis postales de NavidadThese are the Christmas cards I made in watercolours for 2009/2010. Estas son las postales de Navidad que he realizado en acuarela para 2009/2010.statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-34948476247595674412009-10-24T11:56:00.003+02:002009-10-24T13:23:39.991+02:00Dot.Dot.Dot, dot.Dot, dot, dot.Dot, dot, dot, dot.Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.Dot, dot, dot, dot, statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-82091510274493282792009-10-18T21:22:00.013+02:002011-03-15T22:15:33.857+01:00Impotent
Without the possibility to go forward or backwards...
The energy is stuck in a frozen point.
It doesn't flow in any direction.
ANY direction is GOOD as long as it FLOWS.
It takes two energies to flow and move on...
:::Hopefulness of disentanglement:::
:::Willingness of liberation:::
...of what has been contained.
Recuperate what has been left behind.
Completion.
Move on to a different state.
statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-19519843211359130832009-10-17T15:10:00.000+02:002009-10-17T15:12:25.613+02:00PelícanoOld Watercolourstatelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-46963189212178474452009-10-13T23:33:00.006+02:002011-01-03T11:17:44.039+01:00The Beetle in the Eye of the White BearAn innocent beetle was attracted by the warm light of a white candle, during a dark, long, cold, quiet and lonely night...It flew around in the gloom towards its light, dancing and buzzing, aroused by the spark of the serene flaming candle.With curious gentleness it softly landed in the oily wax, dying instantly with a last thought of warmness and naivety.Its death, wasn't in vain. Death is statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-1696818686836650272009-10-13T11:25:00.003+02:002009-10-13T11:28:48.040+02:00OnixA watercolour...¡¡¡Hoy es Martes y 13!!!statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-9300264492349985972009-10-13T11:17:00.002+02:002009-10-13T11:21:53.315+02:00The summer is goneDrawing made with soft oils and scratching...I'm happy...But I'm missing something yet. It's a secret well kept.I have the feeling that if I say it, it will fade away...statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-34784688312449823342009-10-10T08:31:00.004+02:002009-10-10T08:47:17.679+02:00Number 92Drawing watercolour number 92.Release of a sleepless night. My thoughts maintain me awake... and I breath and breath, to go back to myself... my exhausted body ignores the blessing warm duvet, slave of the woken mind...Humming like the cars on the street, through the windows, light finally is back.statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-8982844920104319432009-10-04T20:09:00.003+02:002011-01-03T11:17:44.040+01:00Ce que je suisAnimation about a girl who is stalked by a cloud, ...a dark one. Constantly seeking, travelling, experiencing, but the cloud, never leaves her. She finds random beings, characters from a city, whom, from time to time, they bring sunshine for a moment, for meeting again and again, the dark cloud,... Battles and storms overlaid with small spots of sunshine. statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-8748167334791787962009-10-02T12:57:00.007+02:002011-01-03T11:16:10.573+01:00Underwater portraitThose bubbles of breath were of my own self capturing the reflection from underneath within the water stream collapsing upwards in movement for eventually disappear at contact with the air surrounding me...Movement fades the self into something else.statelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112580797747370392.post-33862878571456757842009-09-27T14:49:00.002+02:002009-09-27T14:51:15.711+02:00The Searcherstatelessdancerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14176311735687925373noreply@blogger.com3