was thinking if I put or not put a picture in my blog. At first I thought of not doing so, wanted to text only, but now I see a little dry, both paragraph without image that oxygenated. Also I do not know how to do that "Read", which lay at the end of a brief introduction to post on many blogs, and more digestible the first look at the page. I have decided that from time to time I will put paintings of women, the photos are too specific and make me hard, I can not imagine who serve as models as symbols but as specific subjects. I prefer the painting because it has all the power of an image built to be a symbol, a product of the imagination meant to be enjoyed not only by sight, but with thought. The problem with the paint (or at least with that I like most at this time, tastes are short me) is that the great paintings of women almost always made from the look of a man. The painting is a predominantly male art historically has always been so. Women who left us for contemplation are products of the imagination of a man. He is a man who thinks them, the dreams, set the canon of proportions, dressed, given the pose, color, gesture, and if they have a lot of skill, a touch of life, enough as to make them live in our collective imagination for centuries. But for all his skill, there is something in them that betrays us as spectators, the look with which we look is that of a woman looking at a man, they look at us. So my favorite painter of women is the Venetian Giorgione, he painted Judith and Venus with eyes closed or looking elsewhere. Judith painted it with the sword and the man to his feet as a Salome without the stain of his crime, but with an air of heroin. A painted Venus dreaming, as he let his hand rest on the pubic ... Giorgione knew that for him the inscrutable mystery was what they dream and what women fantasize, which is what when your eyes are looking back at us is not a reflection of the eyes that look. Giorgione not revealed himself the mystery of his painting, kept it with all the enigmatic charge.
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