tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13711434506513001062012-01-04T21:56:42.763-03:00Todo se predispone a la magia...Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-61735942896047974002010-12-15T18:47:00.002-03:002010-12-22T11:48:46.459-03:00La máquina que piensa, lo hace a su imagen y semejanza.<br />La máquina que piensa se corresponde con lo pensado.<br />Y las ideas se mueven, giran, vuelan alrededor de la máquina que las pensó. <br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/TRIb.js?width=460px&amp;height=692px"></script>0,90 x 0,75 x 0,75 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-6173594289604797400?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-5945644772732164462010-12-15T18:40:00.001-03:002010-12-22T11:49:43.086-03:00La infancia es el espacio del juego, el territorio de la aventura.<br />El hierro trae de vuelta aquellos días de sueño y los pone a jugar sobre las ruedas del Ford T.<br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/Ws9o.js?width=460px&amp;height=501px"></script>0,30 x 0,30 x 0,35 mts<br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/f6Ng.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,30 x 0,30 x 0,35 mts<br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/sNzF.js?width=460px&amp;height=483px"></script>0,30 x 0,30 x 0,35 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-594564477273216446?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-19268929932697138112010-12-15T15:19:00.001-03:002010-12-22T11:50:56.075-03:00El caballo es la elegancia y la fuerza. Lo visceral y lo apacible. Hierro y terciopelo. Rebeldía y majestad.<br />El salto es una búsqueda, una exploración. Es un instante singular. Es la captura del movimiento. <br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/qnwz.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,38 x 0,17 x 0,30 mts<br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/FHp7.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,38 x 0,17 x 0,30 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-1926892993269713811?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-46779848177640506912010-12-15T15:08:00.001-03:002010-12-22T11:55:20.582-03:00Un segundo antes del salto, el caballo relincha: aquí estoy, así me muestro. Soy salvaje, sé quién soy.<br />Un instante antes del salto, el animal concentra en sí la esencia del movimiento. <br /><br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/7Nx7.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,35 x 0,17 x 0,24 mts<br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/nw8f.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,35 x 0,17 x 0,24 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-4677984817764050691?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-48339209501680442782010-12-14T13:31:00.001-03:002010-12-22T11:56:03.830-03:00Hay otros más grandes que yo.<br />Los reconozco y los admiro.<br />Para ellos, la flor.<br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/HVH9.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,95 x 0,50 x 0,50 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-4833920950168044278?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-58112553415496607002010-12-14T13:25:00.001-03:002010-12-22T12:12:08.744-03:00En el aire hay un instante de incertidumbre antes de entregarse al fluir del movimiento. <br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/LUj1.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,38 x 0,17 x 0,30 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-5811255341549660700?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-69135062686075810882010-12-14T13:17:00.001-03:002010-12-22T12:06:17.904-03:00Un montón de fierros reflejan la frescura del animal feliz. La cadena suelta invita a escapar. Pero la mirada inocente dirigida al amo es un lazo invisible.<br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/NKLu.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,75 x 0,30 x 1,00 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-6913506268607581088?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-24572997762252593462010-12-14T13:05:00.001-03:002010-12-22T12:02:44.811-03:00Los dientes de hierro. La boca abierta, a punto de morder. <br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/hAU0.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,35 x 0,60 x 1,50 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-2457299776225259346?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-74841454912075630082010-12-14T12:42:00.001-03:002010-12-22T11:57:06.467-03:00Transformación, cambio, creación.<br />Con el hierro de mi jaula construí alas. Con las alas me hice pájaro. Y eché a volar. <br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/FwzI.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,85 x 0,30 x 0,55 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-7484145491207563008?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-74957203360402787832010-12-14T12:38:00.001-03:002010-12-22T11:57:59.189-03:00Lo masculino y lo femenino.<br />La comunión con la otra parte.<br />Juntos son uno. Separados no son la mitad de uno. <br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/79R5.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>1,10 x 0,17 x 0,24 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-7495720336040278783?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-21659765914366589662010-12-14T12:33:00.001-03:002010-12-22T11:59:10.942-03:00El colibrí investiga, viaja inquieto entre árboles y arbustos.<br />Para alejarse, vuela hacia atrás. Un segundo antes, el universo se detiene. Todo desaparece.<br />Sólo quedan, entrelazados, el colibrí y la flor.&nbsp; <br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/OGcd.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,60 x 0,35 x 0,40 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-2165976591436658966?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-36409478837919729002010-12-14T12:24:00.001-03:002010-12-22T11:59:52.253-03:00El hierro cuenta la historia de un pájaro mínimo sintiendo a la flor. <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><script src="http://zoom.it/hDwi.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,50 x 0,25 x 0,25 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-3640947883791972900?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-32694850752535132442010-12-14T12:17:00.004-03:002010-12-22T12:00:42.102-03:00Aquí y allá. Esto y lo otro. La búsqueda eterna. El viaje sin fin. El hierro y el fuego. La idea y la obra.<br />El colibrí.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><script src="http://zoom.it/HOT8.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,32 x 0,30 x 0,45 mts</div></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><script src="http://zoom.it/XDn4.js?width=460px&amp;height=692px"></script>0,32 x 0,30 x 0,45 mts</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-3269485075253513244?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-68979612498779617942010-12-10T18:01:00.004-03:002010-12-22T12:10:15.131-03:00El caballo joven juega, observa, curiosea. Más allá del hierro, el mundo se abre. Listo para ser descubierto. <br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/Ksjv.js?width=460px&amp;height=306px"></script>0,30 x 0,17 x 0,35 mts<br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/BJ31.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,30 x 0,17 x 0,35 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-6897961249877961794?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371143450651300106.post-65692803133861590822010-12-10T17:06:00.008-03:002010-12-22T12:08:25.262-03:00Los ojos clavados en un punto. Las patas sobre la tierra.<br />Como una flecha, apuntando al objetivo. Certeramente lanzado hacia él.<br /><br /><script src="http://zoom.it/5gjx.js?width=460px&amp;height=693px"></script>0,30 x 0,17 x 0,35 mts<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1371143450651300106-6569280313386159082?l=lasbestiasdefierro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martin Grazianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01398977772235557676noreply@blogger.com0