tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513498579491893462012-02-16T18:14:30.869-08:00million stars hotelabout flying fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534816131279386563noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351349857949189346.post-50090981072975948102010-07-18T00:22:00.000-07:002010-07-20T17:57:09.549-07:00<p><object height="225" width="400"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9933197&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=ffffff&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9933197&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=ffffff&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object> </p><p>All the landscapes i painted from my memory are a reflection of a first one, the primary one. I decided to stop searching inside and went to meet the real one.I traveled to the Atlas mountains in Morocco, not satisfied with the exotism of the desert until i found the valley, similar to one in slovak mountains Tatras on a first view, but strangely magic on the second one. Everyday i walked up the hill and i met the local people. This changed myposition of tourist.The valley formed the people and by planting wheat, people have formed the valley. The movie is showing them as a part of an absolut topography of the space. The relation, that grown between us brought another meaning to the work. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351349857949189346-5009098107297594810?l=million-stars-hotel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>about flying fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534816131279386563noreply@blogger.com0