brigatta.

tenho outro blog a correr, o brigatta, onde eu e a punklette queremos mostrar algumas das coisas que andamos a fazer no âmbito do character design e da street art, bem como outros objectos artísticos que contribuam para o nosso vil domínio do mundo.

vanguardas [ 1 ].

" Museums, cemeteries! Truly identical in their sinister juxtaposition of bodies that do not know each other. Public dormitories where you sleep side by side for ever with beings you hate or do not know. Reciprocal ferocity of the painters and sculptors who murder each other in the same museum with blows of line and color. To make a visit once a year, as one goes to see the graves of our dead once a year, that we could allow! We can even imagine placing flowers once a year at the feet of the Gioconda! But to take our sadness, our fragile courage and our anxiety to the museum every day, that we cannot admit! Do you want to poison yourselves? Do you want to rot? "
in manifesto futurista | filippo tommaso marinetti | 1909


rissa in galeria | umberto bocionni | 1910

"We will sing of the great crowds agitated by work, pleasure and revolt; the multi-colored and polyphonic surf of revolutions in modern capitals: the nocturnal vibration of the arsenals and the workshops beneath their violent electric moons: the gluttonous railway stations devouring smoking serpents; factories suspended from the clouds by the thread of their smoke; bridges with the leap of gymnasts flung across the diabolic cutlery of sunny rivers: adventurous steamers sniffing the horizon; great-breasted locomotives, puffing on the rails like enormous steel horses with long tubes for bridle, and the gliding flight of aeroplanes whose propeller sounds like the flapping of a flag and the applause of enthusiastic crowds."
in manifesto futurista | filippo tommaso marinetti | 1909

interlúdio.

antes que o meu pensamento se consagre em definitivo à máquina, ao febril mundo novo, onde "pontes (...) transpõem rios, como ginastas gigantes" , "aviões (...) propulsores tagarelam ao vento" e comece a cantar "as grandes multidões excitadas pelo trabalho, pelo prazer, e pelo tumulto", antes disso tudo, ficam aqui os pacientes calhaus de épocas artesanais e serpenteantes ornamentos vegetalistas.

[ pouco ] vaga.

- ...dá-me vontade de dizer: a arte não é para todos...
- ele chamava-te puta de esquerda...
- eu ia-lhe aos cornos!
:)