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Le couvent de La Tourette, construit entre 1953 et 1960 à Éveux, près de Lyon, est la dernière grande œuvre de Le Corbusier en France. C’est une œuvre de maturité dont la force, la richesse et la complexité sont telles qu’en 1986 les architectes français l’ont choisie comme la seconde œuvre contemporaine la plus importante, après le Centre Pompidou de Piano et Rogers.

in http://www.couventdelatourette.fr/le-batiment/presentation.html

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Waking Life, Richard Linklater, 2001

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Henry Moore was the most important British sculptor of the 20th century, and the most popular and internationally celebrated sculptor of the post-war period. Non-Western art was crucial in shaping his early work - he would say that his visits to the ethnographic collections of the British Museum were more important than his academic study. Later, leading European modernists such as Picasso, Arp, Brancusi and Giacometti became influences. And uniting these inspirations was a deeply felt humanism. He returned again and again to the motifs of the mother and child, and the reclining figure, and often used abstract form to draw analogies between the human body and the landscape. Although sculpture remained his principal medium, he was also a fine draughtsman, and his images of figures sheltering on the platforms of subway stations in London during the bombing raids of World War II remain much loved. His interest in the landscape, and in nature, has encouraged the perception that he has deep roots in traditions of British art, yet his softly optimistic, redemptive view of humanity also brought him an international audience. Today, few major cities are without one of his reclining figures, reminders that the humanity can rebound from any disaster.

in http://www.theartstory.org/artist-moore-henry.htm

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José Sobral de Almada Negreiros was a Portuguese artist. He was born in the colony of Portuguese São Tomé and Príncipe, the son of a Portuguese father, António Lobo de Almada Negreiros, and a Santomean mother, Elvira Freire Sobral. Besides literature and painting, Almada developed ballet choreographies, and worked on tapestry, engraving, murals, caricature, mosaic, azulejo and stained glass.

in http://www.historygraphicdesign.com/the-age-of-information/national-visions-within-a-global-dialogue/906-jose-sobral-de-almada-negreiros

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The Bridges of Madison County, Clint Eastwood, 1995

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Anniversary

The time when was celebrated the day of my years, Is happy and no one was died. In the old house, until my birthday it was a tradition of centuries, And the joy of all, and mine was right in any religion. The time when my anniversary was celebrated, I had the great health of not understanding anything, Of being smart to and between family, And not having the hopes that others had for me. When I came having hopes, I did not know hope. When I came looking at life, I lost the meaning of life. Yes, what was supposed to be from myself What I was of heart and kinship. What I was of village evenings, What I was of loving me, being a boy, What I was - oh my God !, what just today I know I was ... How far away! ... (Neither I find it...) The time when my anniversay was celebrated! What I am today is like the moisty in the hall of the end of the house, Putting mold growing on the walls ... What I am today (and the home of those who loved me trembles through my tears) What I am today is they have sold the house, Is that they have all died, Just I am the surviving of myself as a cold match ... That time when my anniversary was celebrated... what love, as a person, this time! physical desire of the soul to find there again, On a metaphysical and carnal journey, With a duality of self to me ... Eating the past as a famine of bread, without time of butter in the teeth! I see it all again with a clarity that blinds me to what's here ... The table set with more places with better designs in the dishwasher, more cups, The sideboard with many things - sweets, fruit, the rest in the shade under the elevation, The old aunts, the different cousins, and it was all because of me, At that time when my anniversary was celebrated... Stop, my heart! Do not think! Lets the thought in the head! O my God, my God, my God! Today no longer is my birthday. Hard. Days add to myself. I'll be old when I will. Nothing more. Rage of mot have brought the past stolen in my pocket! ... The time when my anniversary was celebrated...

Álvaro de Campos

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Here is the same as there, my friend, All places in this world are like. If doomed thy life in grief to spend, What change can then thy fate amend, What from thy sou! the pain can strike? When pain doth wound the tired heart And grief doth tire the fevered eye, Some joy indeed the world's great art May to thy pained soul impart- What's this if joy in thee not lie? When on my restless couch I lie And count the throbbing of my breath, I see the joy of earth and sky Yet hate it alI; why should not I So keep my coward mind from death? True joy comes not from outward show But in our deepest soul doth rest. What matter if the sun can glow And stars at night look sweetly so When hearts are by their grief opprest? For when the darkness weighs thy thought, And night doth fall upon thy soul, Are not again thy sorrows brought? Is not thy mind in shadows caught? Do fears not back upon thee roll? I cannot do but hope; as mine Thy mind I see to hopes doth bend; I in my land and thou in thine We suffer both - our griefs entwine. Here is the same as there, my friend.

Alexander Search

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The Truman Show, Peter Weir, 1998

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Dame Paula Rego, (born 26 January 1935), is a Portuguese-born British visual artist who is particularly known for her paintings and prints based on storybooks. Rego’s style has evolved from abstract towards representational, and she has favoured pastels over oils for much of her career. Her work often reflects feminism, coloured by folk-themes from her native Portugal.

Rego studied at the Slade School of Fine Art and was an exhibiting member of the London Group, along with David Hockney and Frank Auerbach. She was the first artist-in-residence at the National Gallery in London. She lives and works in London.

in http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artists/paula-rego-1823

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The Casa das Histórias Paula Rego was designed by the architect Eduardo Souto de Moura. The building makes use of certain aspects of the region's historical architecture, which is here reinterpreted in a contemporary way. It can be immediately recognised thanks to its two pyramid-shaped towers and the red-coloured concrete used in its construction. The land and trees which previously existed at the site are incorporated as fundamental elements, while four wings, of varying heights and sizes, make up the building. The building itself is subdivided into rooms which lead into one another and are laid out around the higher central room which houses the temporary exhibition. The building's interior has 750m2 of exhibition space, on top of the technical and service areas, and is decorated in neutral shades and paved with the blue-grey marble of Cascais. The building also houses a shop, a café which opens onto a verdant garden and an auditorium with 200 seats.

in http://www.casadashistoriaspaularego.com/en/building/casa-das-hist%C3%B3rias.aspx

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Zelig, Woody Allen, 1983

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Mommy, Xavier Dolan, 2014

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She's Gotta Have It, Spike Lee, 1986

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Disabled

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn, Voices of play and pleasure after day, Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.                       About this time Town used to swing so gay When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees, And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,— In the old times, before he threw away his knees. Now he will never feel again how slim Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands, All of them touch him like some queer disease.                        There was an artist silly for his face, For it was younger than his youth, last year. Now, he is old; his back will never brace; He's lost his colour very far from here, Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry, And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race And leap of purple spurted from his thigh.                          One time he liked a blood-smear down his leg, After the matches carried shoulder-high. It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg, He thought he'd better join. He wonders why. Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts. That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg, Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts, He asked to join. He didn't have to beg; Smiling they wrote his lie: aged nineteen years. Germans he scarcely thought of, all their guilt, And Austria's, did not move him. And no fears Of Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled hilts For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes; And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears; Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits. And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers.                              Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal. Only a solemn man who brought him fruits Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul.                       Now, he will spend a few sick years in institutes, And do what things the rules consider wise, And take whatever pity they may dole. Tonight he noticed how the women's eyes Passed from him to the strong men that were whole. How cold and late it is! Why don't they come And put him into bed? Why don't they come?

Wilfred Owen 

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Frank Lloyd Wright was born on June 8, 1867, in Richland Center, Wisconsin. After college, he became chief assistant to architect Louis Sullivan. Wright then founded his own firm and developed a style known as the Prairie school, which strove for an "organic architecture" in designs for homes and commercial buildings. Over his career he created numerous iconic buildings. He died April 9, 1959.

in http://www.biography.com/people/frank-lloyd-wright-9537511

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Cave of Altamira and Paleolithic Cave Art of Northern Spain

Seventeen decorated caves of the Paleolithic age were inscribed as an extension to the Altamira Cave, inscribed in 1985. The property will now appear on the List as Cave of Altamira and Paleolithic Cave Art of Northern Spain. The property represents the apogee of Paleolithic cave art that developed across Europe, from the Urals to the Iberian Peninusula, from 35,000 to 11,000 BC. Because of their deep galleries, isolated from external climatic influences, these caves are particularly well preserved. The caves are inscribed as masterpieces of creative genius and as the humanity’s earliest accomplished art. They are also inscribed as exceptional testimonies to a cultural tradition and as outstanding illustrations of a significant stage in human history.

in http://whc.unesco.org/en/list/310

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Otto Dix has been perhaps more influential than any other German painter in shaping the popular image of the Weimar Republic of the 1920s. His works are key parts of the Neue Sachlichkeit ("New Objectivity") movement, which also attracted George Grosz and Max Beckmann in the mid 1920s. A veteran haunted by his experiences of WWI, his first great subjects were crippled soldiers, but during the height of his career he also painted nudes, prostitutes, and often savagely satirical portraits of celebrities from Germany's intellectual circles. His work became even darker and more allegorical in the early 1930s, and he became a target of the Nazis. In response, he gradually moved away from social themes, turning to landscape and Christian subjects, and, after serving in the army during WWII, enjoyed some considerable acclaim in his later years.

in http://www.theartstory.org/artist-dix-otto.htm