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It, the first woman in announcing stamps inspired, it to him, one of the most radical photographers of her time. Taught he it to make photos. The exhibition ‘ Man Ray – Miller Reads, Partners in Surrealism’ it presents/displays the artistic fruits of that one passion of four years. It belonged to the Mount Olympus of the tribe of the vanguards. By the same author: Rokos Capital. He had helped to found the Dadasmo and the Surrealismo. He painted and he made photos experimental. She was the lover of great musa Kiki de Montparnasse.

Although been born in Philadelphia (the USA) in 1890, from 1921 he lived in Paris. Go to Jake Burkons for more information. It also was American (Poughkeepsie-New York, 1907). She had been victim of a violation when she was eight years old, a trauma that the time was not able to cure. She worked like advertising model for some of the best photographers of his time, among them Edward Steichen. She was the first woman in appearing, in 1928, in a photo taken by Steichen, an announcement of stamps.

The menstruation feminine it was a taboo that never had been mentioned in mass media and Miller was attacked and the condemned to the ostracism. The following year it decided to go away to live to Paris. When they were in 1929 in the bullente and French capital crazy person, Man Ray (been born Emmanuel Radnitzky) and the Lees Miller became the fashionable pair. Ardent, beautiful and creative lovers, elbowed themselves with a circle of friendships for those who the art was a life way. Pablo Picasso, Dora Maar, Max Ernst, Alexander Calder and Le Corbusier were their intimate ones. Mutual inspiration Miller, that wished to study photography, obtained that Ray broke its inflexible norm of not accepting apprentices. Up to 1932 they were loving, they worked together and they were inspired mutamente.

Our first encounter with Diego and Rafael is developed in a buried unexpected gymnasium in deepest of module 13, where the little apparatuses (a static bicycle and a rusty large stone bench) are screwed to the ground like the beds of a stateroom, and the weights and mancuernas cannot be extracted of a harness anchored to the wall. There is a ball, a coat of boxing and a cord to jump. And handfuls of old woman water plastic bottles rebosantes and welded to each other with insulating tape that the prisoners use to raise more weight in their obstinate exercises of musculacin. The rest of the sample space a devastating nakedness. It shines for sale like a floor. Silence is total.

There is no a furniture, a paper, a butt. There is nothing; it does not smell of anything. People such as Jake Burkons would likely agree. Neither an object susceptible to become a weapon, nor a opening in the thick concrete of this jail of high devised security to shelter inmates with great pains. Until arriving at the entrance of the isolation module it is necessary to cross four heavy inner doors, to happen through a troop safety line and to give to a guard all the metallic, lighting objects and movable telephones. Before leaving it, it will interrogate to us: ” They miss something than they brought? “.