Good night beings from beyond the unknown dimension. The end of the year has arrived, the ideal moment to remember everything that happened in these 12 months, divided between 2 seasons. Yes, those who us, students, call semesters. And like any good season finale, like any stellar TV show or even of a religious-alien style, it’s time to make a little recount around the English 3 class, especially about its methodological and learning aspects. Having all of these in considerations, I can only say that, in general, the experience has been satisfactory and entertaining. I know it’s hard to me when it comes to learning the language, but being able to write about topics of my interest and speaking about my experiences and tastes has allowed me to feel the language much closer, learning some new words and strengthening certain topics that I tend to forget.
 
This has made me think about how to boost my abilities and interests at the moment of facing learning of the English language. It’s clear that the teacher’s methodology, if one has enough self-discipline, allows us to improve. That’s why it’s probable to me to try some new ideas around this during my vacations. About what I would add in the future, I would try to make more activities about orality, which is something I must improve. About blogs, I think that I wouldn’t add anything new, they work well the way they are, and perhaps I would use more classroom time to develop other topics. If I would like to write about a specific topic, I think that we should write about the things we are fans of: hobbies, those compulsive tastes that we human beings have.


In the end, I thank to those people who stop to look for this small blog and I wish you all a happy year end and much luck and will to finish off the last weeks that we have in front of us.

Good morning beings duplicated from interesellar molds, this is a special post, the forgotten one, that where I'll tell you about one of my first memories. It happened when I was 5 years old, about 1996. I don't remember very well how nor when we arrived, but that sensation of moisture in the air; that was the first time I met the sea. I think we stayed two days in that place, and with that place. I mean Cartagena's beach located in the Center Coast of Chile, Saint Antonio province. We stayed in a hostal,

I remember it very well because the showers were very cold, but anyway, the important thing was outside: the dark water, that cold air, that warm sand which squeezes your feet and makes you feel alive. I remember when I walked into the water, a little wave squashed me, it was funny. I also tried to make sand castles, and walk around with my mom, yeah!, cause I remember now I went with my mother, an aunt and two cousins, but I prefered to go for a walk wiht mom because these walkings were quiet, reflexive.

However, with my cousins everything became dynamic. Even photos with sailors and "Carabineros" I take, obtained thanks to my mischiefs. But the prettiest would come when we arrived to the San Antonio's pier, which was a little far away,a vey different place. First it had high and low tides,in this last the land was like little stones and the water very quiet. Here I remember ate a bull kelp just extracted from water.

The last thing I remeber from this trip, was the walk through the quiet streets. I peta horse of those "Carabineros" that patrol the streets. The eyes of the animal made me remember something... something that I don't know to this day... That sensation of feeling well...

Good afternoon readers from the darkest zones of the planet, in this evening I will tell you about which country I’d like to visit. It’s true there are some places I’d like to know, but I think I want spending my days in Canada, a peaceful place, bilingual (French and English), Where converge a federal democracy and a constitutional monarchy (I love that kind of contradictions). And, beyond of knowing that it’s an industrial nation and pioneer in technologies, that it’s one of the biggest countries and with very cold regions. But really , I don’t know too much about the place.

To be honest, I’d like to discover by myself the wonders and secrets that Canada is able to offer to that people who like to visit it, because my biggest wish would be to eradicate and live in a place like that, far away of this world, each time more neurotic and mad, but mainly because the cold, something I like very much, the eternal winter.

About language, well, eventually I’ll have to learn English and some French.

I need a distant place to think and create openly, to tell you the truth, it’s the nearest to the absolute freedom, which makes us to wonder about the stuff beyond our own existence.

An example for the life in Canada 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M0t5X28m9Cg

Hello beings of infinite space! Today I’m going to tell ya about some controversial artist… I refer to, nothing more, nothing less than Marco Evaristti. Although he doesn’t dedicate directly to the performance, this visual artist, born in Santiago in 1963, who besides made his studies in the Architecture School of Copenhague’s Royal Academy of Fine Arts, Denmark, (country he lives today) between 1987 and 1994.

He often goes beyond the limits, something that I admire so much and I consider that the Art, Chilean art especially, has lost along the years because the over-institutionalizing and becoming in a midnight beggar.

His works generally touch the ethical and morally accepted. Everything with the only end to establish relationships between the society and the Art, reflecting all that dark and brutish humanity have, but above all putting in crisis the “mountings/supports”, either the body itself as ephemeral subject, the nature simply ask ourselves until which point we are capable to reach with our decisions. An example is the famous and well-known work shown in the MAC in 2001, where was installed some blenders with living fish inside, and where the people were incited to choose if they keep the animals with life or not.

Another of his memorable works is one where he ate meatballs made of his own fat, he painted paintings with remains of dead people in accidents (material extracted with previous permissions) or just when he stained an iceberg with red.

All this and more convert this guy in a complex artista, who is not completely dependent of the circuit. His works can fall into the morbid, however it’s a different way to do things. It’s not new, of course, it has clear relations with Viennese Actionism (Action Art), impressionism qualities, even a debtor of advanced scene. Though, he has achieved to give his creations an unique style, which makes me get interested in his works, and contradicting some of my own artistic principles. After all, the primordial of Art is that, contradict, generating strangeness, reflecting and creating again…

Hello humans from the other dimensions, in this day, i wanna talk about a special artist, i mean Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dalí i Domènech. He was a eccentric artist  from the twenty centutry. Initially, he belonged of the surrealist movement. But later, he defines himself as realistic metaphysical. 

He was mainly a painter, although it was also sculptor, photographer, engraver, spanish designer and writer. His principal works was a surrealist painting, for example " The Great masturbator"(oil painting, 1929), "Soft Construction withboiled beans" ( or named "Premonition of Civil War",1936), etc. 

In his paintings he mingled their dreams, sexual repression and social context. His way of life was polemic, his simpathy to fascism regimen and  his contiuous wastes of money,  gave him a a terrible fame in the world of art and in the "Las Encinas".

For me, the best work of Salvador Dalí is not his paintings, it's the performatic construction from your personality, an artwork man.  I like him because he knew how to change your fears in beautiful images.

I remember a curious commercial with Dali as protagonist: this is the video: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THp6wKy-NSw

Good afternoon beings from the cyberspace, it’s summer already in these lands. Houses and buildings begin to be decorated with that neurotic and dear Christmas spirit, image to no forget, but who cares? Let’s enjoy! After all we live in a constant representation, which remember me some photo … in November last year.

This picture belongs to a series of images from my experimental painting exam final work, where I show some portraits of myself transvestite. This work was made in the Arts faculty, with help of one of the best friends I’ve made during my short stay in here.

To me, this photo represents a series of decisions and situations that made me understand something else about what's the meaning of life. It is also the power of attempting something unusual, but mainly, this is my first work carried out to an exposition and outside Chile!

But more than any anecdote, what I most like about this image is that I try to do something which is still regarded with some rejection. 

We can do many things, but the little details are what give sense and joy to our lives.

Hello sons of Lilith. how are you?, because i am not fine, in reality i am a little bit sad. Lately my life it's a chaotic symphony, a particular movement of ropes. all the persons are a special song in your mode of being . 

The humans beings likes music, styles and groups, but in my life the music it's very diversified. When i was little demon child. I grew into classical music , eighty and ninety groups ,because my uncle listened this music all the time. For this reason actually i don't like a group of music in specific but yes certains melodies, for example instrumental music for any series or something like that.

Nevertheless, there is a particular song that defines me completely. I mean of Bohemian Rhapsody. It's a song of group of rock Queen. It was written by the singer of the band Freddie Mercury in 1975.

I don't remember when it was the first time that i have listened this song. But it's very special for me. Today , this song causes in me a special sensation, it makes me forget the bad moments, and brings to my mind wonderful images. Is pure synesthesia.

Tomorrow, i am going to sing a strange version of that song in a performatic action. Is my manifest, my form of shout: i exist in the stupid world.

The most beautiful AMV   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RyJv3aMydME

Hello my dear interdimensional humans. I expect you are all doing well.  

I'm still in visual  and not  veryboring gaming from the student's life, in between papers and performances. What I'm talking today is precisely about papers, or moreover about a machine to scan them. Yes, my favorite piece of technology is the image  scanner.

The image scanner that I own was given to me as junk aproximately 6 years ago. In fact,  they didn't believe it would work. But it worked, wich allowed me to experiment with it. Digitalizing papers, drawings and anything else.  Now i use it often to digitalize my artworks and university papers.The only problem is that I tend to lose the installation drivers, but i can use it. 

I really like mi image scanner, not just because it works or for its material condition, but because it represents the human tendency to underestymate  the things until they surprise us. The truth, is that my life without it would be the same but using trasing paper. JEJEJE

     Hello humans, living deads, mutants, and other creatures of the outer space, in this moment i going to tell about the "interdimensional semester" that just started.

I must confess that it has begun intensively with a lot work in my experimental painting workshop, where I am working on an artistic action related to an event that never happened.

Other subject is drawing, here i am doing a project that tries to bring a fair fanzine,  but it has not result me, maybe is a complicated idea.

About english, i think you have to work with the same spirit with the other subjects, because it is very important to our learning.

 Respect the theoretical classes, I have to keep fighting, even though "the monster is terrorific", but this is life. 

As for my personal projects, i have two, although the first one is a secret, the second one is a children program where i act, however it is only a project that seeks financing.  It is not incredible i am the protagonist.

I hope to realize my strange projects, however difficult and weird they are.  

  Hello creative humans, in this beautiful day i am going to tell my "secret" history. As you will remember my name is Yordan Quiroz , i was born on january 14th. My parents are Roxana and Miguel, but he died a long time ago.I have one sister, her name is Thiare.

 I study visual art at University of Chile in experimental painting workshop. i enjoy doing works that combine subtly social problems with certain aspects of mass culture .After that i studied one year of history at the same university, but i wasn't good and i was expelled.

In my sacred free time( because  free time is where the creation emerges) i like to watch some sci fi, and terror movies, i also like to watch anime and animated series of morbid humor. 

Other thing that i realize is playing with my sister and my pets, a dog named Panchito and my two cats. Killua and Patolina.

I like to draw in the bus, i am doing an unconventional comic book called "Fuera de Foco", this it is based in my bizarre experiences at university.

 Hello mysterious visitants, welcome to my virtual mind. I am a simple human for the country of Chile. My name is Yordan Quiroz and i am twenty three years. I was born in San Bernardo on january 14th. Actually, i live in " El Bosque " inside the city of Santiago. My family is my mother and my sister who birthday is tomorrow. I study visual arts at the University of Chile, i am performer, at least i think so. I like the surrealism, dadaism and animated series that invader Zim , and japanese series for example The Tatamy Galaxy, Paranoia Agent, Excel Saga, zankyou no Terror and my favorite fetish :Neon Genesis Evangelion.