1.0IVAMhttps://ivam.es/en/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="ghVakiqC6r"><a href="https://ivam.es/en/exposiciones/menchu-gal-a-free-spirit/">Menchu Gal</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://ivam.es/en/exposiciones/menchu-gal-a-free-spirit/embed/#?secret=ghVakiqC6r" width="600" height="338" title="“Menchu Gal” — IVAM" data-secret="ghVakiqC6r" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://ivam.es/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> Menchu Gal painted still lifes, interiors, landscapes and portraits, but whichever path she took she always attempted to reflect herself, to take up her brushes and express herself with them, as if she felt that the colours and textures were an alphabet of her heart. If there is one thing that is characteristic of her […]