tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90952678413018258792024-03-13T21:25:50.024-06:00Dibujos y SueñosEntre lo que pienso y lo que hagoAmalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-53389594026657191082010-03-15T17:16:00.004-06:002010-03-25T18:20:26.389-06:00Mel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gF6f6SwZ00L7TjPgX819cD21qqOkTHENU8aDkZlcIArhvf2WbUwctB_Vl1iLUL7jQ4CpDr_ltt1QO7BKK9VBYI84EJFv75Pwid63-5PgA4oUEIpMnm6DN3ZJbZA45pe0e1aN_ZSizII/s1600-h/Amalia+del+Cid.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449262945832824498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gF6f6SwZ00L7TjPgX819cD21qqOkTHENU8aDkZlcIArhvf2WbUwctB_Vl1iLUL7jQ4CpDr_ltt1QO7BKK9VBYI84EJFv75Pwid63-5PgA4oUEIpMnm6DN3ZJbZA45pe0e1aN_ZSizII/s320/Amalia+del+Cid.JPG" /></a> <em><strong>Uno de los perfiles de la tristeza<br /></strong></em><div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-32833061810296512102010-03-13T21:49:00.005-06:002010-03-25T18:20:54.683-06:00Más grafito<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGp4bkFC9XrAxBGSJqzJxH4koT1MBOjTSQV1sVSAZdpriv-xfRY7bCDqr8k-BWWr22jLnBbzn56L9taiS49Wh1cypTRGtpu3sEkKPfhAXjweQHgK9iSpfK-nCw0zG_uT-UoNzrjurXK1c/s1600-h/3033s+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448331609703523394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGp4bkFC9XrAxBGSJqzJxH4koT1MBOjTSQV1sVSAZdpriv-xfRY7bCDqr8k-BWWr22jLnBbzn56L9taiS49Wh1cypTRGtpu3sEkKPfhAXjweQHgK9iSpfK-nCw0zG_uT-UoNzrjurXK1c/s320/3033s+copy.jpg" /></a><em><strong> Aquí, un dibujo que hice hace un par de semanas.</strong></em><br /><div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-1045487425360656132010-03-13T21:48:00.004-06:002010-03-25T18:21:26.507-06:00Alejandro<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBCtTermp0bhGWGwqdrdWGc9SrvtBVwLBJ1rBmhzM0zITsfdYKj9V1BrLZ61sZg1qjDjEilllQTGNeW84PzvZAnievrOx6kMX10TgVyl_LFOe71579tMsYeY8KAF8KHdi6r8ATM5PfO4/s1600-h/2032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448331515744099538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBCtTermp0bhGWGwqdrdWGc9SrvtBVwLBJ1rBmhzM0zITsfdYKj9V1BrLZ61sZg1qjDjEilllQTGNeW84PzvZAnievrOx6kMX10TgVyl_LFOe71579tMsYeY8KAF8KHdi6r8ATM5PfO4/s320/2032.jpg" /></a><em><strong> Alejandrito, mi sobrino, momentos antes de soltar una carcajada.</strong></em><br /><div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-57413474531717690642010-03-13T21:46:00.005-06:002010-03-25T18:22:24.031-06:00Señora<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTOBl_99LRqxYIlUE_iCTZBqN_tjWShykf8Q6JkeXxcaRUEKOhUQlVl0HOfEPDNGFNfLfUCXTDGeCFOkIwzMOYQ1Ah9n1bX6lORw4znxa2_VHW1B9-6u8lOPZ8vrP5gRJT4D_C8ZlXB4g/s1600-h/1031.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448331339876394162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTOBl_99LRqxYIlUE_iCTZBqN_tjWShykf8Q6JkeXxcaRUEKOhUQlVl0HOfEPDNGFNfLfUCXTDGeCFOkIwzMOYQ1Ah9n1bX6lORw4znxa2_VHW1B9-6u8lOPZ8vrP5gRJT4D_C8ZlXB4g/s320/1031.jpg" /></a><strong><em>Un dibujo chiquitito, en lápiz grafito. </em></strong>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-53776470730645688582010-02-10T20:34:00.004-06:002010-03-15T10:04:17.182-06:00Pensando...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhZ7QUttSlYOAKf-R7kaCV5u0qzUrJcfQetXYJomPDiRALvkzcY1q7IvJIw4mHbNuiMPSH8mvR1wVJjx1PaCZ2qf0nNo7gV81y9Ao0NBANrXEhx9CEdOqrw7MLXWBCS9HIrEyD1ta3dM/s1600-h/Amalia+del+cid.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436809407172545490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhZ7QUttSlYOAKf-R7kaCV5u0qzUrJcfQetXYJomPDiRALvkzcY1q7IvJIw4mHbNuiMPSH8mvR1wVJjx1PaCZ2qf0nNo7gV81y9Ao0NBANrXEhx9CEdOqrw7MLXWBCS9HIrEyD1ta3dM/s320/Amalia+del+cid.jpg" /></a><em> <strong>Un dibujo con trazos rápidos y algo burdos. Los ojos entrecerrados por el sol y el cabello agitado por el viento.</strong></em><strong><br /></strong><div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-79808693275440025642009-12-16T17:28:00.004-06:002010-03-15T10:04:40.455-06:00Amparo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-iV1kOYuZBWwvaBjAPtqTQBESlWuk5_mv_OP8XhlFw75e9zwSDfFTfqDqcitrUWRaKwrCs4XU4EeCnAyabQHLZBqzoBf7PboqHOZ8n09Bns8QGG67Hn6_5cY81KPhkkjVkREwOeX6yQ/s1600-h/AMPARO.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415980179203026322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-iV1kOYuZBWwvaBjAPtqTQBESlWuk5_mv_OP8XhlFw75e9zwSDfFTfqDqcitrUWRaKwrCs4XU4EeCnAyabQHLZBqzoBf7PboqHOZ8n09Bns8QGG67Hn6_5cY81KPhkkjVkREwOeX6yQ/s320/AMPARO.jpg" /></a><br /><strong><em>De nuevo, regalo de cumpleaños. Como siempre, tarde.</em></strong>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-89009768985080026382009-10-29T15:49:00.004-06:002009-10-29T16:00:48.689-06:00Dibujo viejito<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicuTmGbYaHGQPctnKa27Kb9dI5gWM6ugg8knBoCRQZXJpK7qoIzeL0dB1zW5w12rhrVIZJxegGHSiD4CfWrP-eeU5JAIt7PxfTVGB5EvGdNcKVzxBrpcRrjm8nltkbjuOsCGET2gq-d_g/s1600-h/DETALLE.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398142417614997458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicuTmGbYaHGQPctnKa27Kb9dI5gWM6ugg8knBoCRQZXJpK7qoIzeL0dB1zW5w12rhrVIZJxegGHSiD4CfWrP-eeU5JAIt7PxfTVGB5EvGdNcKVzxBrpcRrjm8nltkbjuOsCGET2gq-d_g/s320/DETALLE.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><em>Una noche, hace dos años, me puse a copiar un detalle de una bella pintura de Caravaggio. No lo terminé. El resultado fue este boceto que hoy publico sólo porque me trae buenos recuerdos. </em></strong></span></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-58953438223254264272009-10-26T17:05:00.007-06:002009-10-29T16:03:49.735-06:00Erotismo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdnxQwfewJYOFXvxKJ1fPD12WghOYPpoco9ndtmv2jcHuddP9BxB2U1E_u8yQ0z6pHbjXeywI0I8h71-D6HqWnELJx4naiq5Nqho5rVEHCXRFQfOmJLqxCFraBHNyIdjogZ9VrBYQEX4/s1600-h/PLACER.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397804759967379394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdnxQwfewJYOFXvxKJ1fPD12WghOYPpoco9ndtmv2jcHuddP9BxB2U1E_u8yQ0z6pHbjXeywI0I8h71-D6HqWnELJx4naiq5Nqho5rVEHCXRFQfOmJLqxCFraBHNyIdjogZ9VrBYQEX4/s320/PLACER.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi3C2CUSpTysR2K7vbtZ_Y9BZbbzvsda4akpL0WQiYiF_WSsY62qzH4ZJj2CzdALPvjgcuJ1l9peW6XX6HpcAVUrYeNdXmksqLu1t9p5buxWMeLSUKBPIzExmpETkpdJ_5kiYh1mvYXDk/s1600-h/PLACER.jpg"></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><strong>No hay mucho que decir respecto a este dibujo... Me gustó hacerlo. </strong></em></span></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-39976446999230023202009-10-12T18:13:00.003-06:002009-10-12T18:28:21.185-06:00Cofrecito<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWMf0Eo_phs3K-PeXM3l0bxnUjV8VIa4HhRQoMQy3hEPoprxKWpqEJcqAT1bN1ECVbcBkVKInQ0bjYcEWq5LrrfTGMC6nKn7Jz9jh09x09XLu4hZcGp2rNTku0-DkltfMapoJUSUGKcIM/s1600-h/COFRE.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391871310482183922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWMf0Eo_phs3K-PeXM3l0bxnUjV8VIa4HhRQoMQy3hEPoprxKWpqEJcqAT1bN1ECVbcBkVKInQ0bjYcEWq5LrrfTGMC6nKn7Jz9jh09x09XLu4hZcGp2rNTku0-DkltfMapoJUSUGKcIM/s320/COFRE.jpg" /></a><strong><em> Es un dibujo extremadamente sencillo, de esos que se hacen cuando no se quiere pensar en algo que no sea trazo, línea, sombra o luz.</em></strong><br /><div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-79246238782543961932009-09-16T12:36:00.004-06:002009-09-23T09:53:50.202-06:00Sara<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-R1-pRjCmq-ZGyilD5nRquwYSU4AgEKTbdtQoMtbo690WncqXh4yF1LuisDP41kyQPW7-UfNBZJEHMw-Ju8v09L0O8xrrNju0mZNsANhY6J-S9LU3nX4d0vmrYfo2Jj0fTEFfZAIgz48/s1600-h/SARA.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382136184356989666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-R1-pRjCmq-ZGyilD5nRquwYSU4AgEKTbdtQoMtbo690WncqXh4yF1LuisDP41kyQPW7-UfNBZJEHMw-Ju8v09L0O8xrrNju0mZNsANhY6J-S9LU3nX4d0vmrYfo2Jj0fTEFfZAIgz48/s320/SARA.jpg" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></em></strong><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Con un mes de retraso, pero aquí está. Dediqué este fin de semana al regalo de cumpleaños de Sarita, una buena amiga. Fueron días feriados y el clima de mi cuarto apremiaba (el de mi pueblo, no). Felicidades, Sara.</span></em></strong> </div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-70145995518846816782009-08-18T16:46:00.007-06:002009-09-29T18:46:56.920-06:00Ludwin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWyW1anlhLwwuWTK9Wu0s8R6e91I0MBlVzx83F8zOzvaQy54375cjh0YMj3oe0uQjoUOp6tqHkSLmArsjXuUk1y-ZNnQUF6_lnUwGgBPGNc6wHxaNhGMwnU70cHiFoJSkCkQbrwlbcN3I/s1600-h/Ludwin.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371439605496286914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWyW1anlhLwwuWTK9Wu0s8R6e91I0MBlVzx83F8zOzvaQy54375cjh0YMj3oe0uQjoUOp6tqHkSLmArsjXuUk1y-ZNnQUF6_lnUwGgBPGNc6wHxaNhGMwnU70cHiFoJSkCkQbrwlbcN3I/s320/Ludwin.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjruR2OfVUY7xOC1_EwdVh1-91smkbsM5KkGyc-FV_rBTkjpPld31Dg54R8pLygNkT9nhQlvkgkEBIiU62-Adh29I7gKaHZniAHG8LgM9cUbSfeIbNr9rcwEa_0cCorwbLyMJ7eKe66wBY/s1600-h/Ludwin.jpg"></a><strong><em>Regalo de cumpleaños para un excelente amigo. Fueron dos noches de desvelo, cerca de 12 horas de trabajo, pero creo que el esfuerzo valió la pena, porque él también lo cree. </em></strong></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-54705103755468163312009-07-13T17:09:00.006-06:002009-07-16T08:54:38.279-06:00Jessly<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9oX8n4MWGsxGKTTli7M1HsQ4q9rWUqpp6S5DAGl6osLaoOHOot2up3X1MXcmYW4e5TrIbfYbovABrMrRV0K6Wjxpj8RoAUDatui4O9QAHQZptKOh-6Yvk0zmSaTgzsKa3fG4uBQms7U/s1600-h/JESSLY.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358087097154240562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9oX8n4MWGsxGKTTli7M1HsQ4q9rWUqpp6S5DAGl6osLaoOHOot2up3X1MXcmYW4e5TrIbfYbovABrMrRV0K6Wjxpj8RoAUDatui4O9QAHQZptKOh-6Yvk0zmSaTgzsKa3fG4uBQms7U/s320/JESSLY.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em>Este es el retrato de una gran amiga: Jessly Obando. De ella he aprendido mucho de cuanto la vida tiene para enseñar.<br /></em></strong><div><div><div></div></div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-48815897607122826022009-07-10T17:57:00.006-06:002009-07-10T19:01:56.344-06:00Jader y Joseph<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmgXzu_51B60czZsN7Kb4CmmfDTTxNtHtywyYeJthv7Ax1aSEMET8L8sxpAxdGcHGNBk-KvD6tqe0S6mR-ioXXfOZuFy46X3dRQ5DVT1KeORzCuNPlOPsh_CTzrw6bm3p6624jpWh4rA/s1600-h/Jader+y+Joseph.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356993348034722498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmgXzu_51B60czZsN7Kb4CmmfDTTxNtHtywyYeJthv7Ax1aSEMET8L8sxpAxdGcHGNBk-KvD6tqe0S6mR-ioXXfOZuFy46X3dRQ5DVT1KeORzCuNPlOPsh_CTzrw6bm3p6624jpWh4rA/s320/Jader+y+Joseph.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div></div><strong><em>Es común que una madre abrace a su hijo, es menos frecuente que un papá lo haga. Estos son Jader y su hijo, Joseph. El niño acababa de nacer y su padre recién lo conocía; pero ya lo adoraba.</em></strong></div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-69020446840308929172009-07-07T09:40:00.009-06:002009-07-13T17:48:32.600-06:00Anna<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikazkzP4k21V6MpXY2XeX3GDl-KqgF13TBAIrG69SgqowD4EW3OEc0qe8q1kYpwB3L_7lX1AqrYN-di5HHPAIJIkHXGrxNkI4-RBeoFklOJDWThOAjbzdODOzSuDUIqDMFe9LmhRYIdJg/s1600-h/ANNA.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358095677955752130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikazkzP4k21V6MpXY2XeX3GDl-KqgF13TBAIrG69SgqowD4EW3OEc0qe8q1kYpwB3L_7lX1AqrYN-di5HHPAIJIkHXGrxNkI4-RBeoFklOJDWThOAjbzdODOzSuDUIqDMFe9LmhRYIdJg/s320/ANNA.jpg" /></a> <strong><em>Una mañana vi el rostro de esta muchacha en una de esas revistas que uno suele tomar prestadas en los aviones. Guardé la página por un par de años y un día de tantos, cuando me acordé de ella, hice este dibujo.</em></strong>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-74428284479335584652009-07-07T09:14:00.007-06:002009-07-13T17:09:51.940-06:00Paul McCartney<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzKSh5grZUgNtfU6xmiZNwEzCGHzQNInRMijQ-KZatMBtmYT0pZ0Ant9-aFgKBq_I64_GlsQRKLQ4AGPmB2P9ZdtlxRocKesB2ktNr07Qe9phhti9CQfL963eWm9cT1CaJq4PtzLoAaY/s1600-h/PAUL.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358085826682400946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzKSh5grZUgNtfU6xmiZNwEzCGHzQNInRMijQ-KZatMBtmYT0pZ0Ant9-aFgKBq_I64_GlsQRKLQ4AGPmB2P9ZdtlxRocKesB2ktNr07Qe9phhti9CQfL963eWm9cT1CaJq4PtzLoAaY/s320/PAUL.jpg" /></a> <strong><em>Me encanta dibujar a Paul. Su expresión tiene un poco de inocencia y otro tanto de mística. Aunque tal vez no lo dibuje por eso, sino sencillamente porque lo adoro.</em></strong>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-75469123476361698762009-06-29T15:37:00.005-06:002009-07-13T17:50:12.479-06:00Miniaturas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxI5lk8u9NiN5EV5YnnX4kUfbLE_OnhkjlWAwX_qZURykqm6Ezl5WTA3l32BSbWOu60iy36bLty07kp0hDPFkvEiSzwMt4bBu5oFPVbMCuGLVfVw_D_3Jj9Zzlx7a1UzXwdPjt0S1YcY/s1600-h/amaliita7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352868395733215234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxI5lk8u9NiN5EV5YnnX4kUfbLE_OnhkjlWAwX_qZURykqm6Ezl5WTA3l32BSbWOu60iy36bLty07kp0hDPFkvEiSzwMt4bBu5oFPVbMCuGLVfVw_D_3Jj9Zzlx7a1UzXwdPjt0S1YcY/s320/amaliita7.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhN-6BhkRQxofvZxu1d-VA3gVp-M4JoRsv30BkzqrXQkLDW0fNeMC7QG8NGt3ChkdF72s9FFhs78DpnZ1F4CsazzBE8cthejBspAFM_ODjtjbozsnR2_cbJDudUJ5TgJ2i6W4PwS-rz94/s1600-h/amaliita11.jpg"><em><strong><span style="font-size:0;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352867754161234226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhN-6BhkRQxofvZxu1d-VA3gVp-M4JoRsv30BkzqrXQkLDW0fNeMC7QG8NGt3ChkdF72s9FFhs78DpnZ1F4CsazzBE8cthejBspAFM_ODjtjbozsnR2_cbJDudUJ5TgJ2i6W4PwS-rz94/s320/amaliita11.jpg" /></span></strong></em></a> <div><em><strong>Esta libretita es casi del tamaño de mi mano (que es bastante pequeña), aún así quise hacer en ella dibujos un poco complicados. Creo que no quedaron tan mal... Aquí una muestra.</strong></em></div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-57907943080739491332009-06-10T15:12:00.019-06:002009-07-03T08:53:04.049-06:00Janis Joplin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX6SooyEUyxoTyLB3H6ObRzzWDTkU9jQL8zdjq9qZbDptBMGciZTc9EA-UbDLyn2VQh4kGKWN2caQ_GTiSlWD8VAdIhK449vCGwcT1wLqSQV8-Sv_2s1OKvGVFLgrLYSTt-ZHUC246gEg/s1600-h/delcid18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346202076778958018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX6SooyEUyxoTyLB3H6ObRzzWDTkU9jQL8zdjq9qZbDptBMGciZTc9EA-UbDLyn2VQh4kGKWN2caQ_GTiSlWD8VAdIhK449vCGwcT1wLqSQV8-Sv_2s1OKvGVFLgrLYSTt-ZHUC246gEg/s320/delcid18.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"></span></strong><em>Una de las mejores voces que la humanidad ha dado. La voz de Janis tiene poco que envidiarle a la guitarra de Jimmy Hendrix. Este es un sencillo dibujo en grafito en honor a esta gran artista.</em></span><em> </em></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-14993682937716955002009-06-10T15:11:00.017-06:002009-06-18T20:21:15.384-06:00Lucy LSD<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMdYrRyjy62YppJTk61W3Hh2V8PP02NseZKjHL2N-hZ1TmXe09zuE62QHv1gm2vzmrs-t_o7N3AnvguChbTGg8W2nkmWs0JF-l3-9sEI7-dEXXjrHT4JF1BuXtwgMog61-DL9MtR1O28/s1600-h/delcid16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345809600422064178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 221px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMdYrRyjy62YppJTk61W3Hh2V8PP02NseZKjHL2N-hZ1TmXe09zuE62QHv1gm2vzmrs-t_o7N3AnvguChbTGg8W2nkmWs0JF-l3-9sEI7-dEXXjrHT4JF1BuXtwgMog61-DL9MtR1O28/s320/delcid16.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >Uno de esos dibujos que hacés en un arranque de 'inspiración' luego de escuchar una sicodélica canción de Los Beatles.</span><br /></span></em></strong><div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-82979975749838973982009-06-10T15:11:00.016-06:002009-06-18T20:21:15.385-06:00Luces y sombras<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4HZTPBSsj9ul9hovgeM05u2zDlT2iygMEDmHP6w3r-_qW-C8ymWY9yA504GAxibhZlhELTjtI1iq8_gGq8zDdfvzsBid1nFz1RqmO93PblORfoQ_nv8C-tXMDNI7M_pTZxP8xFSPngMA/s1600-h/delcid17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345809738423537554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 221px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4HZTPBSsj9ul9hovgeM05u2zDlT2iygMEDmHP6w3r-_qW-C8ymWY9yA504GAxibhZlhELTjtI1iq8_gGq8zDdfvzsBid1nFz1RqmO93PblORfoQ_nv8C-tXMDNI7M_pTZxP8xFSPngMA/s320/delcid17.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><em> <span style="font-family: georgia;">Alguien me pidió un autorretrato, de un día para otro. Empecé a hacerlo cuando el reloj marcaba en punto las doce de la noche, lo terminé a las seis de la mañana del día siguiente.</span></em></strong></span>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-85201911921092219482009-06-10T15:09:00.007-06:002009-06-18T20:21:15.385-06:00Niñito<strong><em></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3SIbT8v3glJIhLU6YGHrZj2inpbUm04-QlZIGkpu7678dCtKt0LxZCfWeB9ma0V4f4MDg44PR_zmVqOy_7b-9NolIFKDGZJoOVV6FZUdUCczb66Pn1vASzLj0xNXDUzcy9Jp3ZzdZkg0/s1600-h/delcid15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345809465144466850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 211px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3SIbT8v3glJIhLU6YGHrZj2inpbUm04-QlZIGkpu7678dCtKt0LxZCfWeB9ma0V4f4MDg44PR_zmVqOy_7b-9NolIFKDGZJoOVV6FZUdUCczb66Pn1vASzLj0xNXDUzcy9Jp3ZzdZkg0/s320/delcid15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><strong><em>Encargo de un cliente. Entonces, el niño tenía dos años, ahora debe tener casi cuatro. Pero el dibujo sigue conmigo, debido a problemas de comunicación. En estos tiempos...</em></strong></span><br /><div></div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-56811995113147289572009-06-10T15:08:00.011-06:002009-06-21T23:46:19.543-06:00Muchacha con velo<strong><em></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjTix6EDSxIpn6IHJ1AZKtWA68WISWjRrcZdijToGH4xarWGuYhBQr6IBanTDq_A3gNCLInG6oDHEfe1p4KjmicdSxYhAbVcefJS3rqM0SoTBP4v98cx4fpubByG5t8q6cZjy-Uc0xTzk/s1600-h/delcid14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345808956275267666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjTix6EDSxIpn6IHJ1AZKtWA68WISWjRrcZdijToGH4xarWGuYhBQr6IBanTDq_A3gNCLInG6oDHEfe1p4KjmicdSxYhAbVcefJS3rqM0SoTBP4v98cx4fpubByG5t8q6cZjy-Uc0xTzk/s320/delcid14.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em> <span style="font-family:georgia;">La obra original (y genial, única e irrepetible) se titula 'El Cántaro Roto' y fue pintada por el francés Jean-Baptiste Greuze en 1785. Esta es sólo una humilde adaptación en carboncillo. (Enero, 2008)</span></em></strong><br /><div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-28255898895755857662009-06-10T15:06:00.006-06:002009-11-07T09:48:30.881-06:00Muñequita de trapo<strong><em></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4-Zc0cf9Bd2nAKn35dilPe8fdJ-IPATnpKEuiiMMmDLFjLwpsIaY2KSBaJYotw2quzja4H_OHQUmFdefJ0nRZlFyXge2a6txV6uYUjvvsOrO04anXzIBtHOfeF8vpmZzhAJSB-y0iDI/s1600-h/delcid13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345808676066622066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4-Zc0cf9Bd2nAKn35dilPe8fdJ-IPATnpKEuiiMMmDLFjLwpsIaY2KSBaJYotw2quzja4H_OHQUmFdefJ0nRZlFyXge2a6txV6uYUjvvsOrO04anXzIBtHOfeF8vpmZzhAJSB-y0iDI/s320/delcid13.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"><em><span style="font-size:+0;">Dibujo del último regalo de cumpleaños que recibí de mi abuela paterna. Murió algunos meses después.</span></em></strong></span> <div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-90015709815772751472009-06-10T15:05:00.007-06:002009-06-18T20:21:15.385-06:00El eterno rebelde sin causa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowffjYhxAVoWhdLwax7uL95pbVWheC6CqMeEf2pKjz9d7vMNtVPoU7d2YXdu7lQzmIIbTFfjRPNs0tmAcWMiVRC_ff8giACVAr2uZg6Q0Uleyg2FStJSUKr64zh20lPp4Nz86HwJqqqA/s1600-h/delcid12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345808167652762338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 260px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowffjYhxAVoWhdLwax7uL95pbVWheC6CqMeEf2pKjz9d7vMNtVPoU7d2YXdu7lQzmIIbTFfjRPNs0tmAcWMiVRC_ff8giACVAr2uZg6Q0Uleyg2FStJSUKr64zh20lPp4Nz86HwJqqqA/s320/delcid12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong style="font-family: georgia;"><em>“Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.” Palabras de James Dean... eternamente joven. Murió a los 24 años. Este es un pequeño retrato de uno de los más grandes íconos del cine, que cautivó a millares de mujeres, y también a muchos hombres, con su mirada de miope.</em></strong></span><br /><div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-65847111851560886852009-06-10T15:04:00.008-06:002009-07-03T08:43:41.526-06:00Dos leyendas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheFBR5vB6nIlCC4R1cGomzKTPM1XjhtrB__jvRd3FXjNnY8DwLMz0IdDG-o-mqna32tITjAC51Cn0ROHFPhZvO_VuZ0hWLMQ7GfWhn1LVeiMCWgovBjWVnM0u2fBafP1dJ_k2c33d9NnU/s1600-h/delcid11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345808005216634162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheFBR5vB6nIlCC4R1cGomzKTPM1XjhtrB__jvRd3FXjNnY8DwLMz0IdDG-o-mqna32tITjAC51Cn0ROHFPhZvO_VuZ0hWLMQ7GfWhn1LVeiMCWgovBjWVnM0u2fBafP1dJ_k2c33d9NnU/s320/delcid11.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em> <span style="font-family:georgia;">Paul McCartney y John Lennon, integrantes de la banda Los Beatles. Cuando dibujás con carboncillo, cualquier error es fatal. Por tanto, pido se me disculpe cualquier rayita fuera de lugar. (Octubre, 2008)</span></em></strong><br /><br /><div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095267841301825879.post-33856036903525098052009-06-10T15:02:00.007-06:002009-07-03T08:44:11.208-06:00Otra vez Paul<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Sld4NlkXhFV5NfngCaVH7eZnec3tXFJkJGpY3IHTXWGzypdfGBlpl6fNiSsVlMBjA7N8Nbk8itbMgPDdqKtfElypv87q4VQE0AZohYdM385E3XI2jugC_pbVwrNbLgAvVMqh8vr6mMY/s1600-h/delcid10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345807810770786914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Sld4NlkXhFV5NfngCaVH7eZnec3tXFJkJGpY3IHTXWGzypdfGBlpl6fNiSsVlMBjA7N8Nbk8itbMgPDdqKtfElypv87q4VQE0AZohYdM385E3XI2jugC_pbVwrNbLgAvVMqh8vr6mMY/s320/delcid10.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em> <span style="font-family:georgia;">Experimentando con tiza pastel...</span></em></strong><br /><br /><div></div>Amalia del Cidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671952900777519183noreply@blogger.com1