2009

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

What To Do My Psychology Project On

" ESCAPE TO EGYPT - THE REST "oil on canvas (80x100) - 2009

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Cruising Spots New York

Meetings 'ART

Group exhibition of painting

artistic twinning between the towns of

Corato and Positano

Positano - Museum Tours

10 to 25 October 2009

Michael Scarpa

critical note

Pasquale Pisani

Sciancalepore Paul - "Lay down, Lay" oil on canvas (50x60) - 2009

Paul Sciancalepore

Nicola Tullo

Franco Rutigliani

Vincenzo Padula

Vincenzo Piazza

Gregory Sgarra

Michele Macchia

Michele Vurro

Antonio Di Lemme

Paolo De Sario

Luigi Basile

Pasquale Guastamacchia

Vincenzo Petrizzelli

Giancarlo Angeloni

Costantino Ragusa

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Does Putting Clear Nail Polish On Warts Work?

"THE VOICE OF POSEIDON" oil on canvas (30x30) - 2009

Saturday, August 29, 2009

What Brand Is Jillian Michaels Wearing

"FACTORY OF DREAMS" oil on canvas (70x50) - 2009

West Coast Choppers Hot Models

"melancholy" oil on canvas (100x70) - 2009

Art Gallery "Red Bridge"

via Brera 2 - 20121 Milano

tel.: 02 86461053

The New Generation Award from Zorza

painting exhibition

Vittorio carter

Paola Ginepri

Tiziano Lombardini

Chika Mochida

Lucia Ragusa

Paul Sciancalepore

Henry Suzzani

Saturday, September 12, 2009 18:00

12 September to 4 October 2009

Friday, July 17, 2009

Ladies Wearing Girdles And Stockings.

The dawn of an August morning in 1980

I am alone.
I look around and observe the sea as calm as a lake. The
ripples dim view of the transparency of the water show highlighting faint streaks of blue, green, blue.

Nearby an old sailor with deformed fingers mend the net damaged.
A small fishing boat glides gently on its socket ready to take off for a fishing trip.
Peace reigns in the morning of August.

breathe the pure air full of iodine, which smells like algae.

A flock of seagulls walking hopping on the sand, others hovering in the air beating their wings slowly. I notice the white feathers, slender, pointed wings, I see their ecstatic aerobatics and the sudden dive in search of food.
A couple from the group. Elegant and stately, with wings open and firm, is moving ahead from the air, go toward the horizon, I follow them with envious eyes on their flight, feeling a sense of nostalgia impossible to describe.

In the distance a group of younger people, almost all of them from villages, each with an umbrella in hand to protect themselves from the imminent sunrise, women with wearing long black skirts, men with strange tattered swimsuits, trudging in single file along the shore, silently, advancing slowly into the water. It seems that their effort has a therapeutic effect for their rheumatism.

In the distance, shrouded by morning mist, I see the promontory of Capo Zeffiro u n agglomeration Rocky blacks, a natural gorge where the sea \u200b\u200b's so clear you can see the rays of the sun playing on the stones of the bottom ten meters below the water surface. resurface many memories in my mind.

Then I was young, with a passion for fishing underwater blood. Hours and hours immersed in the water without protective suit, armed only with a good air gun, goggles and full of bottom fish pinne.Il pushed me to face the sea almost daily I remember one day me and a friend of mine who shared my same passion, we decided for a fishing trip to Cape bream in the shallows.

Diving and scrupulous exploration among the rocks. Even the shadow of sea bream. A few minutes later decided to go alone in a depth of about ten meters. Suddenly a swarm of fish also notovoli size, came towards me mad .. I look around and I see in the distance the silhouette of a considerable tonnage of fish that comes up to me quietly. I begin to suspicious and suddenly there it was. The long body, pointed head, a pointed snout. And 'the shark "Blue Shark." Approaches majestically with slow and sinuous, fluid and effortless. It seems curious, I observe remaining at a safe distanza.Ma then I turn around approaching dangerously . I follow with a little 'apprehension of his movements. I have the distinct feeling he's going to assalirmi.Vedo the big mouth, strong triangular teeth. I hit him to death. My finger is ready to pull the trigger that will splash the auction. Fortunately , with a violent backlash, it disappears from my view. Meet the undisputed predator of the sea bed, it very safe swimming is one of the best experiences a diver can have.

back with his eyes on the beach.

Gulls continue their aerobatics, the old fisherman continues to mend the net, the fishing boat is now pointing to a ' horizon. Without suddenly I find myself wanting to close a large goiter upside down, the whole rotten planking, side panels still intact. I look more carefully and I seem to see the outline of the camouflaged beautiful girl in the dim light of dawn. I twenty-four years, she was eighteen. It was the night of a ten August .

I withdraw precipitously from that place, fearing that the guilt and bitterness buried in my memory, they can return to haunt me.

suddenly grows a rosy glow on the horizon. At last the sun rises. A new day begins on the beach in White.

I can take a picture to set The magic moment that life goes on. Gulls screech brightly, the fish come back to draw smooth lines with no end in water. Some crabs flee quickly in any direction in order to prevent my feet.

's time to return to the harsh reality of every day.

f.scordino

Saturday, April 11, 2009

What Other Jobs Can Psychiatrists Do

"FACTORY OF THE CLOUDS" oil on canvas (100x70) - 2009

Spectrobes Ocarina Cheats

"Crucifixion" oil on canvas (30x25) sketch - 2008

What If A Human Takes Rimadyl

" POSITANO in an interior oil on canvas (50x50) - 2009

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Pokemon Gold Hm Remover

Senerchia ------ RETURN

The return trip from Senerchia was perhaps more traumatic having been eye witness of one of those tragic events that leave indelible marks in their esistenza.Nei early days of the earthquake was going to form a complex of solidarity that led thousands of volunteers, most of all young people from all over Italy to reach the villages most affected by natural disasters to rescue and relief Staples, working in chaos totale.Per my part I had difficulties with the port authorities in obtaining necessary documentation for the shipment from Palermo. There was a strong demand for caravans and several young people, like me, had gone from all regions to bring their media centers terremotati.Quello I'm about to tell you the tragic story of one of loro.Era time to leave Senerchia orrori.Dovevamo and its share to reach Naples, where we would board the vessel for Palermo.La rain grew more violent. I took a look at what was left of the road in steep down that a little later we would face to reach the ss .91 I put behind the wheel, start the car and cautiously affront slowly downhill. I walk a few hundred yards when the car suddenly began to slide on the thin layer of ice that had formed on the asphalt. Touch the brakes, engage the lower gear to slow the pace as much as possible but inutilmente.La car starts to skid paurosamente.Non I can do is try to keep as much as possible to the center of carreggiata.Eravamo aware of what would could occur at any moment but we did not panico.Se taken from the car had deflected to the right we were going to end up in the air of a deep gully on the left we were going to beat on the rocky side of the hill. The car continued its wild ride gliding over slabs of ghiaccio.A sometimes lurched to the left to other destra.Quando all seemed lost, the left wheel of the car violently hits a large boulder in the middle of the road causing a sharp turning to the left and the car slipped out of control one of the few and narrow trazzere usually used by farmers, but get caught unharmed. Even in this situation comedy comes to help an agent of the forest with his off-road it takes away from that awkward position put him on the strada.Rivolgiamo warm thanks to the Eternal Father for the narrow escape and with the utmost attention and we start over again without further incident we reach the ss . 91. After a few km we take the Naples-Salerno clogged by excessive vehicular traffic on both carriageways . The incessant rain is compelled to move slowly. After a few kilometers away, near a large pitch we see a car upside down on the side of the road opposta.Rallentiamo considering giving a fleeting glance of many an incident that we encountered during our journey. We would continue the race if the soldier who acted as escort I had bfatto notice a human body lying beside the car. Lock your car on the emergency lane. The traffic was heavy on both lanes. Through them was extremely risky, but entrusting my fate Buana which until then had protected me through the roadway . I can avoid the cars sped at breakneck speed despite the rain and hit the affected area. The body was lying to a young man whose age was over forty years, the position of the body was not decomposed but lying on his back as if asleep. The arms close to body, her face sprinkled with a beard is not shaved for days. His eyes were open but not off, the slender build. Apparent injuries but did not notice sometimes on the mouth was forming a bubble of saliva mixed with blood. was evident that he had a great difficulty in breathing. I wanted to help but did not dare touch it. I kneel beside, put his hand on his forehead to make him feel my vicinanza.Mi I bring the truck with tarpaulin which covers the body soaked by rain. Gently squeeze his left hand but it was cold. I have tried to facilitate free breathing from the mouth the mixture of mucus and blood. My friends while you were using to block one of the many sirens wailing ambulances sped to reach the scene of other incidents. I continued to remove mucus from the mouth as soon stopped breathing. The military after all successful attempts to block the Green Cross ambulance. The doctor and nurses that went account of serious injuries, with extreme caution using that broken body and leave for the hospital in Salerno not before reassured me that if I had not worked as I had done that young man would certainly have died of suffocation. Then came the traffic police. A car agent collects the personal papers of the poor young man. I hear the policeman by the surname and place of origin, Biella. Palermo reached but the vision of that young man was always able to get news and viva.Non despite several phone calls made to both hospitals and to those of Naples, Salerno. Finally I decide to call Biella contacting people with that surname.

call me responds to the twelfth an elderly person. I was explaining what I wanted to know when the lady starts crying and the other between sobs and tells me that this young man was his son, married with a child, started from Biella in the car with a trailer hitch to be delivered to the Irpinia earthquake . What initially had been taken to hospital in Salerno but given the serious injuries the doctors found they felt should be transferred to hospital in Naples where he died a few days later. He told me that he knew of a person dying son remained close to helping him live a few more days. I expressed some words of comfort but I lacked the courage to say that this young man was io.Ancora today remember the tears of this mother destroyed by the agonizing pain of losing a young son to the extreme generosity and selfless sacrifice in the chronicles of the time not devoted even a paragraph. These are the real heroes whose memory will always remain alive in the memories of people who have had the good fortune to meet during the course of their lives.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

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Senerchia (AV) on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

Senerchia 1980 - in '
hell and back I passed the elderly. . Now it's just time to remember.

A decade later, I am reminded of the incredible journey that I made that tragic day of 28 November 1980.
The Irpinia earthquake occurred 23 November 1980 and struck the central Campania and Basilicata bringing death and destruction, above all in small villages perched on the slopes of the mountains.
The dramatic images broadcast by the press and TV, deeply impressed my mind of southern Africa. In the office there was no talk of that earthquake, commenting on the images of desolation and death, and we wondered what we could do to bring some 'expression of solidarity with the people tortured.

I was particularly struck by the poignant chronicle made by a stranger in a small town cronista.Parlava dell'avellinese, Senerchia , located at 600 meters high, almost completely destroyed and not yet reached by rescue workers.

But seeing the earthquake is one thing, living it and all else. I've heard and experienced.

It happened when I decided to make themselves useful from Palermo with my new car, a Fiat Supermirafiori with cart in tow.

By bus loads of medicines and clothing me and my co-worker assigned to the port of Naples Senerchia small village of 876 inhabitants located 600 meters above sea level in hilly area.

There we document on ' route to go. Senerchia center Irpino Alta Valle del Sele is located Avellino south-east of the capital and the border with the province of Salerno. To reach the village you must follow the Salerno-Reggio Calabria, exit at Contursi Terme and follow the ss .91.

We follow the letter but that path a few miles from Contursi , we are stopped by a police patrol. The military warned that it is not prudent to continue because bands of thugs stop the car of the rescuers and they take over everything. We recommend that you bring us in their next station with the hope that the sergeant can help us. We are greeted with the utmost courtesy and understanding, but we are told that, given the tragic situation, it was virtually impossible to assign a military for protection.

This does not discourage us in any way We were determined to continue with or without escort.

Took note of our determination, the marshal gets in touch with an old phone pinned next to the board expressing its full availability and ready to join us.

After twenty minutes comes the military, we express our gratitude for his willingness to marshal shall be apportioned in a heavy rain mixed with snow. The road has continuous traps, depressions, rocks, tree trunks. But we can achieve the former, Laviano . The show that presents itself to our eyes is truly terrifying. Not a house standing only distressing but rubble. You can not continue. There is help in a patrol of the forest with a shovel makes his way through the rubble. When an agent comes to know of our destination, the paper shows us that some countries, Santomenna , Castelnuovo of Conza , Marra, Valva and Senerchia have not yet been achieved by rescuers.

Still determined to pursue, reach Santomenna .

here the disaster was complete. Large fallen walls, whole buildings gutted, lines of cars of private rescuers, some ambulance, many camper.Avanziamo slowly, but after a few kilometers, we see a group of men who beckons us to stop. We realize now that those individuals were not policemen, but a gang of misfits that we had talked about the military. Still annoyed that the car more scared, but ready to use all means to not overwhelm us.

asking us now to deliver all that we deliver without making a fuss or we would have even taken the car. We try to make them understand that we will not deliver anything. Even after the lance qualifies desist from their purpose. All that remains is the dialogue. Wonder who was his head comes forward a young well-dressed, under the circumstances, with a slight facial hair, with his left hand clutching a kind of club, with the other he stroked continually mento.Mi gave the impression that we were ashamed of what he would do.

appartammo.Gli We said that we come from Palermo, we have come a long way just to bring a bit 'of relief to the people who really need it, we'd do anything not to lose the merchandise.

unexpectedly change his expression, the look becomes less grim and hints at a smile. I grab her hand firmly clasping me tight to whether kissing on the cheeks, as is the custom in Palermo, tells me that he is from Palermo, for an attempted murder had been confined to that country pending trial and, finally, that would let me go. He asked me a few bottle of insulin for his diabetic mother. The contented and wished him good luck. We said goodbye to good friends recommending that if I were to make further unpleasant encounters, I could say I was a friend of "face of an angel".

back with a rain insistente.Ancora few more miles and we would see the turning for Senerchia .

the rain now you add even snow. We take the uphill road. The'auto begins to lag, the wheels slip easily avoid fallen trees, ravines, landslides, but when the road becomes very steep, the car stops. Vain attempts to restart. Once again, we find solace in the forest which was the outpost of rescuers with a few soldiers. Hook the car to one of their vehicles towed pesanti.Veniamo difficulties, because the road greatly uneven, until the only town square, 600 meters above sea level. We got out the tired and cold. Immediately felt the earth shaking under our feet, causing dizziness. Piled a few feet away we see dozens of coffins. We are told that they are intended the dead who have yet to be pulled from the rubble. I can not find a home untouched, just rubble, empty streets, an eerie silence. Only a few forest digging with shovels and picks.

partially gutted the church acted as a shelter.

Not a roulet or camper, only so much snow and freddo.Veniamo greeted by a priest intent to place a large tent. Some survivors are close to the car but do not ask for anything. Expect. They look bewildered and incredulous. Not known children. An old woman asks softly, when relief would come, because they are exhausted by fatigue and suffering, have dug their own hands nude looking for relatives buried in the rubble. I asked why not intend to leave, go down and get to sicuro.Mi say they never leave what remains of their homes, which also face the winter in a tent. Go meant to be defeated, losing the few things, animals, crops. Distribute warm clothing, the priest deliver all the medicine. More we can not assure you that if the soldiers would arrive soon with their mechanical, food and medicine.

The photos were taken by my friend and colleague, Louis Cusumano, who died prematurely. From a talented photographer amateur give us a real and tragic testimony of what was left of Senerchia , one of the most charming towns in Irpinia, a town of great history of ancient and medieval tradition where once was admired for its beautiful scenery, its churches, its artistic and religious traditions.

When I returned to Palermo I struggled to get used to life forever The memory of that shot and killed people, proud of her country, determined to remain there, to face the winter, destruction, will live forever among the my memories.

F. Scordino