tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69549609126689674922024-03-13T10:56:50.626-07:00Julieta TriangularExperimentos cromàticos
en pentagramas musicalesJulieta triangularhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390808404603569031noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954960912668967492.post-72970779876902977422010-08-01T21:46:00.001-07:002011-02-01T07:52:12.515-08:00Amistad Silente<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TGCfVr8S9KI/AAAAAAAAAGc/D41hukvuQf8/s1600/karla.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TGCfVr8S9KI/AAAAAAAAAGc/D41hukvuQf8/s320/karla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503573939568440482" /></a><br /><br />Ladradores de ojos en conjunto a Colectivo Lepidopteros.<br />Videoclip en super8 y HD<br /><br />Dirección: Julieta Triangular<br />As.Direccion: Diego Barrera<br />Sonido Ignacio Cea,<br />Arte: Francisco Muñoz,<br />P. d Campo:Iván Timm,<br />Foto Fija: Sebastian Ballek<br />Maquillaje: Marianela Lopéz<br />Cámara: Rodolfo Martineau<br />Vestuario: Arlekin<br />Interpretes: Javiera Garcés<br />Carla Prado Puig<br />Agustina.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZPl4t3SZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Io_WVgqcqBM/s1600/karlaconejo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500671507178146194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZPl4t3SZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Io_WVgqcqBM/s320/karlaconejo.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Próximamente...<br /><br />Sinopsis: El poeta ha invadido la luna, cada vez tiene más hambre, cada vez es más violento. Intenta hacerse daño, para volver a escribir, <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TG7wjyq7cFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BQW1guQ_OTA/s1600/espejos.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TG7wjyq7cFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BQW1guQ_OTA/s320/espejos.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507603892008611922" /></a><br /><br />busca al animal herido el que calmará sus dolores<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TG66YXK7aUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LCaW4F7kwHE/s1600/algodones.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TG66YXK7aUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LCaW4F7kwHE/s320/algodones.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507544322020174146" /></a><br /><br />tras divisar a un conejo...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TG7vfZgIqUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hQboDYDwVa0/s1600/agustinabuen.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TG7vfZgIqUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hQboDYDwVa0/s320/agustinabuen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507602717021350210" /></a><br /><br /> se encuentra a una misteriosa mujer, que le recordarà quien era, cuando tenìa corazòn, quien era cuando ella estaba dentro de el.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZO-p4KGII/AAAAAAAAAFE/bkPSEMGjNMI/s1600/karla.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500670833179891842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZO-p4KGII/AAAAAAAAAFE/bkPSEMGjNMI/s320/karla.jpg" /></a><br /><br />"Nuestra identidad ya no interesa, es como si hubiésemos invadido el silencio"<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZPP_Mrj_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Q5TST9mrGYY/s1600/ja.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500671130960891890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZPP_Mrj_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Q5TST9mrGYY/s320/ja.jpg" /></a><br /><br />"En estas calles de espejos, ya nadie nos toca"<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TG62LNOAe5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/kvgNnAV8WKY/s1600/karlanieve.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TG62LNOAe5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/kvgNnAV8WKY/s320/karlanieve.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507539697963924370" /></a><br /><br />"El corazón es un animal en peligro de extinción"<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZPyedGVlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/enTPxen4I7g/s1600/jar.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500671723466806866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZPyedGVlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/enTPxen4I7g/s320/jar.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />"El poeta y su corazòn ardian un mismo cuerpo"<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TG8Ge8cQINI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SxmHhIs6nI0/s1600/japose4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TG8Ge8cQINI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SxmHhIs6nI0/s320/japose4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507627997987872978" /></a><br /><br /><br />"En el principio <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TILwu_Sk3pI/AAAAAAAAAHk/34IAcMNmYCw/s1600/karlagag.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TILwu_Sk3pI/AAAAAAAAAHk/34IAcMNmYCw/s320/karlagag.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513233583908904594" /></a><br /><br /><br />sólo existía el amor...sólo existía la sangre<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TG8Iw1TBtfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_nQdrbzHFEw/s1600/stop10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TG8Iw1TBtfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_nQdrbzHFEw/s320/stop10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507630504331032050" /></a>Julieta triangularhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390808404603569031noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954960912668967492.post-62627943059457385482010-08-01T21:30:00.001-07:002010-08-01T21:43:47.661-07:00La SedInterpretes: Lua Ruiz Vecino<br />Dominique A<br /><br />Sinopsis: Dos mujeres sobre un ajedrez, viven un secreto. Una de ellas ansia despertar, dejar de esconderse debajo de la cama.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZLHAlcGeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wta2NpZlZ_4/s1600/lua.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZLHAlcGeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wta2NpZlZ_4/s320/lua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500666578667837922" /></a><br /><br />Dejemos que los sonidos sean ellos mismos<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZLWkR4EeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iKLq1tC0K78/s1600/LUADOM.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZLWkR4EeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iKLq1tC0K78/s320/LUADOM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500666845947498978" /></a><br /><br />Tu lengua en mi garganta<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZMwHfMTKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ta-knvIit1Y/s1600/baile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZMwHfMTKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ta-knvIit1Y/s320/baile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500668384406949026" /></a><br /><br />Somos propiedad de un experimento de fuego<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZL4iQJwhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/od09VPr6wD8/s1600/luiao.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZL4iQJwhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/od09VPr6wD8/s320/luiao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500667429518950930" /></a><br /><br />sometidas a la angustia de las estrellas<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZMNWqt9cI/AAAAAAAAAEs/atq7kyx7Zp8/s1600/domia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZMNWqt9cI/AAAAAAAAAEs/atq7kyx7Zp8/s320/domia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500667787186402754" /></a><br /><br />La niña nocturna, debe dejar de esperar<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZMgkgH_sI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fFm5zvnifCA/s1600/nocturna.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZMgkgH_sI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fFm5zvnifCA/s320/nocturna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500668117317582530" /></a>Julieta triangularhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390808404603569031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954960912668967492.post-34848916327170958892010-08-01T21:13:00.000-07:002010-08-01T21:46:30.480-07:00Confusas Particulas de LunaCortometraje en super8, con mùsica de UKE y Aterciopelados<br />Interpretes: Lucia Perlado Sotodosos<br />Carlos Martìn Sanchez <br />Maquillaje: Ana Maria Morales<br /><br />Sinopsis: Despuès de un eclipse, una niña extraviada en el bosque se encuentra a un piloto, cuya misiòn es pintar a mariposas amnèsicas. La niña intentarà evitar que continue torturandose y viva. El aceptarà su propuesta, sòlo si ella antes le enseña a bailar, a olvidar.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZGjbuEM6I/AAAAAAAAADc/Mkkb1Tt7knA/s1600/29289_1313796124142_1207844602_30715356_3972203_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZGjbuEM6I/AAAAAAAAADc/Mkkb1Tt7knA/s320/29289_1313796124142_1207844602_30715356_3972203_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500661569429975970" /></a><br /><br />Las mariposas pierden la memoria despuès del primer amor, aceptan existir sin desear.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZGJoLXFiI/AAAAAAAAADU/HVwIOF7Wzxs/s1600/29289_1313694121592_1207844602_30715226_4208309_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZGJoLXFiI/AAAAAAAAADU/HVwIOF7Wzxs/s320/29289_1313694121592_1207844602_30715226_4208309_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500661126097475106" /></a><br /><br />Piloto: Les pinto, para que nuevamente sean pasajeras de las canciones.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZG4uERlSI/AAAAAAAAADk/w3jhCT8oOVI/s1600/29289_1313796164143_1207844602_30715357_6328650_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZG4uERlSI/AAAAAAAAADk/w3jhCT8oOVI/s320/29289_1313796164143_1207844602_30715357_6328650_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500661935132218658" /></a><br /><br />NO TENGAS MIEDO, SEAMOS TACTO<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZHW-B7PXI/AAAAAAAAADs/1LaGG4m6I3w/s1600/29289_1313796364148_1207844602_30715361_5547979_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZHW-B7PXI/AAAAAAAAADs/1LaGG4m6I3w/s320/29289_1313796364148_1207844602_30715361_5547979_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500662454813408626" /></a><br /><br />Bailar, bailar, hasta que las làgrimas se sequen.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZHxBU5yFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kllhhSNAYaY/s1600/29289_1313694241595_1207844602_30715228_6705882_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywO4XnNd8_0/TFZHxBU5yFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kllhhSNAYaY/s320/29289_1313694241595_1207844602_30715228_6705882_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500662902374910034" /></a>Julieta triangularhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390808404603569031noreply@blogger.com0