{"id":54818,"date":"2023-06-08T12:30:00","date_gmt":"2023-06-08T11:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mottodistribution.com\/site\/?p=54818"},"modified":"2023-06-08T09:55:46","modified_gmt":"2023-06-08T08:55:46","slug":"rasto-mircea-sorin-albutiu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mottodistribution.com\/site\/?p=54818","title":{"rendered":"Rasto. Mircea Sorin Albu\u021biu."},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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You see what I see? On the bed, we see the soft touch of the light filtered by the curtains that open to the morning’s gestures.
Each day images appear, certain of new discoveries in a foreign land. In the silence of the journey towards creating a picture, feet scratch the sand and the body inscribes a shape in our gaze. Now, places are inhabited by languid, curious gestures and unspoken words. In Mircea’s images, bodies speak, movements express a time saturated with waiting. The echo emerges from the artist’s expression, through the unconscious perspective of lenses, mediators of a broader vision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Tu v\u00eas o que eu vejo? Sobre a cama, vemos o toque suave da luz coada pelas cortinas que se abrem aos gestos da manh\u00e3. A cada dia surge o registo, na certeza de uma nova descoberta no pa\u00eds dos outros. No sil\u00eancio do percurso para o desenho, os p\u00e9s riscam a areia e o corpo inscreve uma forma no olhar. Agora, os lugares s\u00e3o habitados por gestos languidos, curiosos e pelas palavras n\u00e3o ditas. Nas imagens de Mircea, os corpos falam, os movimentos expressam um tempo saturado da espera. O eco surge na express\u00e3o do artista, atrav\u00e9s do inconsciente \u00f3tico das lentes mediadoras de uma vis\u00e3o maior.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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You see what I see? On the bed, we see the soft touch of the light filtered by the curtains that open to the morning’s gestures.Each day images appear, certain of new discoveries in a foreign land. In the silence of the journey towards creating a picture, feet scratch the sand and the body inscribes […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":87,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[14,7223,1579],"tags":[9106,6737,7980,9103,5478,9104,9102,9105],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mottodistribution.com\/site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54818"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mottodistribution.com\/site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mottodistribution.com\/site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mottodistribution.com\/site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/87"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mottodistribution.com\/site\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=54818"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.mottodistribution.com\/site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54818\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":54827,"href":"https:\/\/www.mottodistribution.com\/site\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54818\/revisions\/54827"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mottodistribution.com\/site\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=54818"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mottodistribution.com\/site\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=54818"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mottodistribution.com\/site\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=54818"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}