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Foodborne illness are timeless in our species and making sense of the Body. Timeless is the art to convey a web of contradictory nuances. Slow means semantically explores the maelstrom of danger and consciously postmodern routine.

The body is a communicative expression, bright counterpoint to an animal merely abstract. It is the conception of an ideal material form. Worldview is made flesh, is philosophy constructed by the juxtaposition of bones and blood. Figures that respond to community universe, a visual democracy. An instrument of power, and if power is contingency. A beautiful and extravagant contingency.

The Irish writer George Bernard Shaw confessed: "We now know that the soul is the body and the body the soul. We say they are different because they want to persuade us that we can keep our souls if we enslave our bodies, "and there the preamble to the analysis of the consistency of that objective reality which denotes the existence of an idea. We can prematurely, play become an ideal object, element, substance touch. The ability to push a thought, an imagination smell, taste perception, distinguish the texture of a reflection.

And, as we have learned in previous publications, Art is that Gemini, beautiful danger, host of power, categorical statement of the unthought. Art can create pacifism and rainbow floral altruism … as well as establish and implement foundation dictatorial orthodoxy convince hungry spirits and satisfy disagreements and mental anarchy, the extreme point of tyranny. The art is transposed into a major key melody, as in the viscera of an advertisement for chocolates. In poetry, novels and television melodramas slave. In impressionist paintings free from objection, without abandoning meditation amarillismos radial impostados, stormy. Art marveled at the hippies, but terrified by the impetuous Classicism, rapt and Christian foundation of massive horror and panic.

All channeling is a consequence of the invisible hand of man, this builder of subjectivities and, in parallel, empirically verifiable theories. That is why its unknown function on this earth, is a symbol of parsimony. And in my brief tour through the streets of contemporary, I have been demonstrator (Like the vast majority of citizens) of eating disorders: either the Bulimia, Anorexia and, among many other cluster. And confess, which tamed lion's roar, which in recent years I have been a permanent concurrent thereof. A sort of positivist research (Painful word, I understand) of the same, a repetitive element face. And in my brief background notes, I can find explicit art in this cave corpse, skeletal, propulsive multiple semantics.

Old paintings molded mainly female aesthetics. Voluptuous, a naturally striking image, colorful, cross a lustful glance, three-dimensional, as if built to break the rules structuralist theory of logic and thus convert the native brush strokes likelihood touch. It was a typical construction carnal, sexual and food. The human being had to the ownership of the banquet. Being a navigator of great celebration, adorned with tables distinguished, aristocratic, with extensions and dimensions peculiar to the works of Shakespeare. The body volume was the stereotype of beauty and wellness drive. And all the universe of cultural supplies, art generating opportunities for reflection and, dutifully, he invoked the collective unconscious, the communitarian ideal of moral value, and all its specializations. Undoubtedly, when we invoke the concept art here, we implement all forms of disciplinary statement as painting, music, novels … and in terms of our modernity, Advertising.

In completely vulgar terms, we can debate on the construction of power in medieval painting, Classicist, Romantic (Among the many of the wonderful history), such as advertising tools of the amount of art and desire to formal implementation. The so-called global example, the stylistic unity. At the end of the road, we all want to unite in one body, but consists of individual branches. And solace to my heart to admit that in such visual concepts and not visual-art was a persuasive tool of domination and fascination. Elementary, so elementary as philosophy.

Contradictions beautiful story. In recent decades, a new twist is designed for ¿avoid boredom? The body size is now expressed in terms of masculinity and muscle. The volume seems to be becoming patience and tolerance, resistance, Gynexin Scam and no decline in malnutrition in fatal fainting. The doom and flogging obedient Tempo andante, bars dancers compounds. Our artistic culture denotes immateriality, inconsistency, bony units to the point of collapse. Eternity in the immutable condition, the static capacity to move freely in prosperity with our body. We are your prisoners, when actually we should enjoy how big qualities Hedonists. The Soul, Spirit, no amount for themselves. They are not autonomous or self-serving. They are not emancipated, do not work with your own elixir. Their food is rudimentary, limited. Limp, because it is ethereal. And modernity has required us to interpret the subject as a curse, as the very hell on earth, we moisturize and we satanic fires burn slowly. Well, salvation is not in the air, but the correspondence between body and soul. Nevertheless, to discover this wonderful theory, the branch acted quickly. And … change the board changed the game, assuming the risk of dying in the battle of knowledge and awareness.

Corps accepted as a participant, a new bishop. But death gave innate psychic annihilation, as intimate as the sigh. Corps, took the body. Completely debilitating, dethroned its material essence, his heroic consistency. And, of course, the ingredients neutralized by the instruments the Arts grants (available on the market and intangible). Power has managed to reconstruct an imaginary ideal universal, a shining paradigm to respect and revere. From the position of the spirit, has a hungry body, whitish and pale, weak and full hollow-eyed, hungry and skinny, nourished hair without color and movement, dry skin in the wilderness of thought absurd. A tin stomach, a princess in extinction. A constant torment, beat hearts overwhelmed by a tired, flat, prostrate and faint.

We ate, Aristotle: "The purpose of art is to embody the secret essence of things, not copying its appearance," and since that time, countless philosophers, writers and thinkers we explained the inevitable fusion of Body and Soul as two elements completely inseparable and interdependent. And that is where the art, just establishes a role of mediator and from the standpoint of autocratic rule, the judge. Was not this last, the position of United Colors of Benetton with his controversial ads? Only by way of exemplification. Fashion is a field of power which elevates and revolts. Persuade, repairing induction strategies artistic formulas to generate pulses of constant (or increasing) consumption. However, there is a purpose imperceptible, Machiavellian own Jurassic. Discipline that immerses its principles in making social stereotypes by building a Normal Picture, understanding the latter as absurd categorization of our species for purely doctrinal and wild. The objective is to seek mental domination, imprisoning the specific material property, corporal. To sum up the words, tie our wrists so that we could write the book. Cover our eyes that we can not read the history and ideological teachings.

This is when one begins to reduce and compress the Arts. It crumbles, it inspects. Analyzes to be able to find meaning and selects those benefits, rejecting his evil Gemini, your bloody side. View a company wan, gaunt, emaciated, seeking unity and recognition. Trying to compose a communication acceptance, a welcome to the group as a whole. Those who fail this goal postmodern, find peace in solitude or, paradoxically, in the same Art. And it's really intense to watch a human being with body types allowed, draw the outline of a woman (or man) like a small sewing pin. No wonder there understand that obviously there is beauty, beauty. Today, generally speaking, are mediated acceptances. Is key to interpret the dependence of media art. Revere him as the tool of salvation, the hand that rocks the cradle of the world. It is the path to power.

It is possible that in our present, a large body paint, is an act of artistic vanguard. A strangeness, an adventure, a risk of success. And, of course, there are a number of institutions that support countless atrocities. Here only generate a discussion completely superficial and unscientific. It is a small opening to cognition.

There's a line of Thales Master I discovered recently: "The happiness of the body is based on health, the understanding, in knowledge," and that's when my fascination with Epicurus was reborn through the flames of a fire arduous slow. Are not those indescribable moments of pleasure so deeply conditions seeking to conceive our animality? So there I am among the mirror and the mirror my eyes. Between the image and our image. Among the true figure, and the composition of my Soul / Mind catechized. The skeleton is a living heart, it may be a dysfunctional apparatus that will soon give in to oblivion. And that was from the outset, the goal. What about art?, There is to accomplish the goal. The maniacal dictator.

Again, I propose an invitation to genuine thought. Recalculate the intrinsic values ​​and the Universal History of Fine Arts, as symbols of nature and the spiritual magic of the species. Our beautiful Gemini, as horizontal as vertical. So equipped with vertices and undulations. As unintelligible and mysterious. Rich powers, anxious and unexpected. Humbly, I hope will soon discover to reconnect with postmodern art popular (mass) expelling all the indignities and outrages that have occurred with your name and exercise. The Body to be reassessed and care. The image of a man should expound his humanity and jurisdiction. Its infinite capacity and endurance. Never a weakness and mental stunting based on fictions. He has invented a better life. A well nonexistent, and liar. It is, as unfortunate conclusion, the possibility of absolute domination. A weak body is a weak mind to be sublimated and easily persuaded. The meat becomes dummy, a puppet entirely controllable and obedient. Art was born to free, well then, just … be free. Reconciled in fidelity to our magic, back to the fullness of artistic rebirth. We await the pleasure and paradise.