tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42240778758367476862024-03-14T00:20:15.635-07:00arteliriolilian goulartLilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-75854284927993144032014-08-03T21:16:00.002-07:002014-08-03T21:16:43.909-07:00arvores ou calçadas?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Lilian Goulart, 2014.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">nanquin, lápis e esferográfica sobre papel.</span></div>
Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-19965864933471251272014-07-25T19:13:00.001-07:002014-07-25T19:13:44.580-07:00a árvore e a cidade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Brasil, 2014.</span></div>
Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-10729987886248573142014-04-06T20:53:00.001-07:002014-04-06T20:53:34.765-07:00o lírio e a lira<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Nanquim e esferográfica s/papel</span></div>
Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-56973547181890957822014-04-06T20:49:00.000-07:002014-04-06T20:49:16.686-07:00Um desenho sobre Gaia (Terra) quando se separa de Urano (Céu).<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Técnica: Lápis de cor e canetas hidrográficas s/ papel</div>
Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-42903811631216288342014-04-06T20:43:00.003-07:002014-04-06T20:43:58.071-07:00Blume e Valè em uma só<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Técinica: canetas, canetinhas, lápis de cor e pastel seco s/ papel reciclado.</span></div>
Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-25499040162537564092013-09-08T19:10:00.001-07:002013-09-08T19:10:27.150-07:00Primavera<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-19584139487142371872013-08-18T18:59:00.002-07:002013-08-18T19:00:39.764-07:00José e Maria<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-61960211420927764252013-08-18T12:19:00.000-07:002013-08-18T12:19:15.378-07:00ser flor, pedra ou bicho que voa?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">fotografia, desenho com nanquim e computação gráfica/ Lilian Goulart</span></div>
Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-18548419796747076492013-08-13T19:15:00.000-07:002013-08-13T19:15:15.534-07:00nega <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Imagem: Lilian Goulart 2009 a 2013</span></div>
Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-25563611440449572462013-07-28T10:05:00.000-07:002013-07-28T10:05:13.110-07:00a moça, o livro e a bolsa amarela<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-74673744260146709692013-07-18T19:00:00.001-07:002013-07-18T19:00:25.902-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-14576634949677912222013-07-13T21:31:00.003-07:002013-07-13T21:32:31.274-07:00Tem dias que são tão bonitos, mas não são inteiros...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mas que espécie vens tu a ser?, perguntou Léo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sou um palhaço, respondi eu e coleciono instantes...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagem: Lilian por Lih</span></div>
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<br />Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-46630730258914779272013-06-03T20:47:00.000-07:002013-07-13T21:34:01.883-07:00a menina e o jardim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Um espantalho menina, com todos os jardins e trigais na cabeça, e no coração um rapaz que dançava de longe numa casinha toda enfeitada de luzes e pedurucalhos coloridos. O rapaz a viu de longe, mas sem que se aproximasse muito, uma moça de vestido esvoaçante veio até ele e o arrastou de lá. Ele se foi, mas foi olhando para trás, porque tinha certeza que ali, naquela menina de palhas e flores não havia espantos e sim encantos!<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Texto adaptado de uma história de Elisa Langsdorff Goulart </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagem: Lilian Goulart</span><br />
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Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-53249171194630340942013-05-02T20:33:00.000-07:002013-05-02T20:33:08.982-07:00flores <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Quando eu flor...</b></div>
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<b>Quando tu flores...</b></div>
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<b>Quando ele flor...</b></div>
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<b>Nós flores seremos,</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;">(frase colhida do mural de Luciano Lima)</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;">(flores e lilian por lilian)</span></b></div>
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Mesmo sabendo que ela era uma ursa panda de uma capa de caderno qualquer</div>
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e ele um urso panda de pelúcia vindo do outro lado do<br />
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Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-22182759336371231092013-01-16T18:37:00.000-08:002013-01-16T21:23:44.148-08:00rosa chá<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #ea9999;">Durante uns seis meses vou ter que testar flores nos cabelos...</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999;">... e no coração.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Lih</span></span></div>
Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-80176582878760454762013-01-14T14:31:00.000-08:002013-01-15T17:34:45.178-08:00batom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Coisas fortes acontecem, difíceis. Mas existe uma paz que excede a todo entendimento e também existe o batom.<br />
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Lilian Goulart<br />
<br />Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-7090175861129040972012-12-17T16:16:00.001-08:002012-12-17T16:16:41.684-08:00papel <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sou Lilian de Oliveira Goulart, nasci em Taguatinga, DF. Mas pouco fiquei por lá. Sou filha de Antônio F. de Oliveira e Mariana A. Goulart de Oliveira.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Meu pai, gostava de experimentar novos horizontes e minha mãe ia junto. Dos quatro filhos que tiveram, cada um nasceu em uma cidade diferente. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Nestas idas e vindas por tantas cidades, muitas vezes tinha que criar meus próprios amigos e muitos deles eram em forma de desenhos. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Comecei com desenho e música desde muito pequena. Segundo relatos de minha mãe, antes de falar eu cantava "gungunando" enquanto comia papinhas. Meu primeiro desenho, que minha mãe emoldurou, fiz com 5 anos de idade (depois vou ver se ele ainda existe, há tempos não o vejo mais).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Comecei a fotografar e a registrar momentos, objetos, o céu, pessoas nas ruas.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Estudei Artes Visuais na Faculdade Federal de Goiás, com habilitação em Design Gráfico, numa época em que não se tinha computadores disponíveis. Portanto, tudo era feito à mão. Tive o privilégio de ter como professores: Cléa Costa, Maria Veiga, Ciça Fittipaldi, Angelos Ktenas, Carlos Sena, Anaí Jorge, Edna Goya, Soraya Kalil, dentre outros.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Estudei Música com Rachel Araújo Campos, Vera Jane Pires e posteriormente no Centro Cultural Gustav Ritter em Goiânia, Goiás. E assim a vida prossegue...</span><br />
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<br />Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-71113470201312013062012-12-05T19:15:00.001-08:002012-12-05T19:15:32.837-08:00de vidro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-87648921230937833982012-11-30T13:05:00.000-08:002012-11-30T13:05:09.118-08:00mamãe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mamãe, hoje é o aniversário dela.</div>
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Amo tanto essa moça!</div>
<br />Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-34926120413259266632012-11-27T06:04:00.000-08:002012-11-27T06:04:37.753-08:00Amelie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-92074925008391506302012-11-24T17:45:00.000-08:002012-11-26T08:38:05.139-08:00o malabarista<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lilian Goularthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13198856861911780217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224077875836747686.post-41707663407438897412012-11-23T06:33:00.001-08:002012-11-23T06:33:48.196-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Quando é que eu serei da tua cor</b></div>
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<b>Do teu plácido azul encanto,</b></div>
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<b>Ó claro dia exterior,</b></div>
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<b>Ó céu mais útil que meu pranto?</b></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">poema: Fernando Pessoa. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">foto: Lilian Goulart, </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">Parque Vaca Brava, Goiânia, Goiás, Brasil</span></div>
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