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Cristo Cruz

INSCRIPCIONES "NUMÍDICAS" CONVERTIDAS EN GRAVILLA PARA UNA CARRETERA.

(El Hierro)

Extracto de un artículo publicado en Gaceta de Tenerife en el año 1931:

«Los letreros de la Caleta resistieron decenas de siglos la acción de la intemperie y estaban para durar todavía muchos años; pero salió a remate la carretera de la Estaca, y los bloques de basalto cubiertos de inscripciones numídicas fueron transformados casi totalmente en gravilla para el afirmado de la carretera. ¡Maravilloso procedimiento de convertirlos en objeto de público utilidad!

Por lo visto, nadie se enteró hasta que el hecho estuvo consumado; después ha quedado un recurso: lamentarlo, calificándolo de barbarie.

Yo también lo lamento, pero no me parece adecuada la calificación; la barbarie me parece que supone un cierto conocimiento del valor de lo que se destruye; éste es un simple caso de ignorancia, con funestas consecuencias, por el absoluto abandono en que se ha dejado esta clase de monumentos en nuestras islas. ¿Vamos a pedir a un contratista de carreteras o a un capataz de peones camineros que aprecie en su justo valor arqueológico unas inscripciones rupestres por muy numídicas que fueren? El contratista ve en aquellas rocas un magnífico material para sus obras; unas rocas que no producen nada, que no están acotadas ni segregadas por señal alguna de las otras rocas que forman los acantilados de la costa: en cambio, están muy cerca de las obras que realiza: utilizarlas, le supone una gran economía de tiempo y de acarreo; y el contratista, que tendrá una gran ignorancia arqueológica pero posee una maravillosa intuición económica, no se detiene por cuatro letras más o menos, y convierte las rocas en gravilla.

La calificación de barbarie, y precisamente de aquella variedad que llamamos vandalismo, la reservo yo para aquellos "antropólogos" insulares que, por su propia mano, o por la de cazurros estimulados con dinero, destruyeron cuevas, casas, enterramientos, reliquias arqueológicas de todo género sin recoger un solo apunte, y por satisfacer la vanidad de enviar huesos de guanches al doctor Broca, o formar colecciones de cráneos cuyo verdadero valor desconocían; y para los que, destruyéndolo todo, buscaban momias que vender a los museos extranjeros.»

- Dr. D. José García Ortega. Gaceta de Tenerife: diario católico de información (1931)

- Imagen: El Eco de Canarias (1977)

Caixa coletiva de publicações de artistas aproxima arte impressa e público

 Durante os meses de julho a setembro, participei da Residência Artística A Zero, organizada pela Editora Medusa de Curitiba-PR.

Foram meses intensos onde nos encontramos diariamente com orientação de Amir Brito Cadôr e Juliana Crispe, além das oficinas mediadas por Adolfo Montejo Navas, Jozé Roberto da Silva, Maikel da Maia, Sandra Favero e Fábio Noronha.

Azero started off as an alchemists apprentice in his small town of Emberholme. An adventuring party had been passing through town when news hit of a new cult attempting to ascend one of their own to godhood. Azero begged the party to take him with if they were planning on pursuing this cult, feeling his alchemical works could be useful. After some debate, the party agreed and brought him along. The seven of them traveled for nearly two years together, growing closer as friends. Every good thing has an end though, and theirs came when they brought an end to the corruption of their god Amiyo. As the god lay before them, fading away he granted each member of the party a wish. Azero wished for the knowledge on how to create the greatest alchemical elixir imaginable; the Elixir of Immortality! While his creation was a success, the materials were all used up and there wasn’t much of the elixir at all. He took some, sharing some with his comrades before it was all gone. His companions disappeared throughout time until eventually he was the last remaining member of the party. He assumed that this was the gods cruel trick on his wish, for each of the other wishes had turned into cruel jokes as time went on. Azero continued on in his plane of existence, up to the final days. It was at this point that he decided to do two things. First, he created an owl to be his familiar. Second, he summoned a demon to make a deal with so he could escape his realm and travel through others for the rest of time. The demon agreed to help Azero, on the condition that he be allowed to bond with the owl, thus severing his connection and chains to the abyssal realm and allow him to freely travel without the worry of being summoned or pulled back into that pit. Azero agreed, knowing something the demon didn’t; The owl familiar could not travel further than ten miles from Azero before being magically teleported back next to him.

Azero appears to be in his late twenties, with messy black/purple hair. Often seen in brown vans, black jeans, gray button-up and a black hoodie. He wears blue glasses.

Azero also has an owl of the Ogygoptynx family. His name is Oreza and he can occasionally be caught speaking. This is due to the nature of him being possessed by a demon. Of the two, Oreza is definitely more talkative and much more of an asshole.

Height: 5’2

Weight: 127lbs

Eye Color: Stormy Grey

Things you may notice: On the right side of his right eye, he has a small scar from his eyebrow to his cheek. On his left forearm he has a small tattoo of a fox staring off into the distance.

Nationality: While from another world, on earth he claims to be from a small town in Utah.

Occupation: He is the owner and sole employee of a bookshop known as ``The Wandering Thought.’’

The Wandering Thought exists in a pocket dimension and can open most anywhere in the universes. This shop is the last remaining building from his home plane of existence. Before being a shopkeeper, he traveled his world with a small group of friends doing things to help the towns and cities that they came across. Their greatest feat was defeating their god, Amiyo, who was corrupted by some dark magic.

Personality: While he can be a bit shy at times, he opens up when talking about books or alchemy. If you can get him excited enough about a subject, he’ll talk about it for hours if you let him. With newer people, he tends to put on a cheerful face similar to what a retail employee would do at their job.

MURALES EN SANTA ANA LA REAL DE LA MANO DE ISAAC ACERO

UN PASEO POR LOS MURALES DE SANTA ANA LA REAL CON SU CREADOR, ISAAC ACERO En estos últimos años algunos pueblos de nuestra Sierra están engalanando sus edificios con murales realizados por artistas cada vez más consolidados, que están dando a los diferentes municipios donde exponen sus obras un valor añadido a la hora de pasear por sus calles. Aracena, Galaroza, Cortelazor, Almonaster la Real o…