Here’s an update of the APEX exhibition at The Crypt Gallery; great shots courtesy of Tobi Großkopf who attended the Opening Night Event. He came along his friend, Vera K. Wilde, a Bostonian writer and painter herself.
For an artist it’s always relevant to get others view on their work, and sometimes photographs can do just that. Thanks Tobi!
Rodrigo
Looking for some specific details and live inspiration for APEX I recently visited Dublin Zoo. It’s a great outing, and so different to the Zoo in my memories (see Telescope Safaris in a City of Millions). I took some good shots, specially of the wonderful creatures I was after…the primitive ones. I am particularly happy with a croc who looked at me with greedy eyes; the shot is just what I needed for my next piece.
Two of my all time favorite travel shots, one in Prague, Czech Republic and the other in Matmata, Tunisia. I love the similarities and the differences. Two opposite settings and yet the moment is the same: the feminine pause; perhaps a touch of vanity or practical self reassurance.
I was recently revising my college production and found this… a sunk pantheon-like dome part of a larger complex of cultural buildings partially buried under a park. This was the final Architecture assignment, done in a group of three: Gustavo Rosso, Guillermo Frusto and myself; what a great and unlikely team we made! We got a 10 for it, we were mad happy and went to celebrate on Guillermo’s small boat to Río de La Plata.
The official drink for the trip was a spectacular sorbet made of lemon ice cream and champagne, perfect for a sunny porteño’s December day. We were just off shore and, before we knew it we were totally drunk. I remember literally dragging myself from bow to stern, flat on a sunbathing mat, propelling with one arm through the narrow deck between the cockpit and railing for fear of falling overboard. To this day it is a mystery to me how we got back.
The paintings took part in the annual UBA – FADU exhibition. Apparently someone left a window opened, because one night a non unusual torrid storm fell on Buenos Aires and soaked the boards were my sheets were mounted upon, producing a dramatic marble effect which I felt was quite appropriate.