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She was napping on the couch, when she opened her eyes, it could have gone either way, fortunately she smiled. The light is from the window next to her.
AWAKE AND SING
by Clifford Odets was directed by Eric Thibodeaux-Thompson and performed April 5-7 & 11-13, 2013
Synopsis – from A Noise Within Study Guide: "The Berger family apartment in the Bronx houses three generations in the same working-class Jewish family. It is in this apartment that Bessie Berger, indomitable matriarch, oversees the lefist leanings of her father Jacob, and attempts to influence the romantic yearnings of her son (Ralph) and potential matches for her daughter (Hennie). When the seemingly inescapable poverty of the Great Depression forces Bessie to rent out a room in the apartment to petty bookie and World War I veteran Moe Axelrod, she encounters a new challenge as he positions himself as suitor to young Hennie. Hennie has her own ideas for love — ideas which, when pursued, lead to serious consequences.
Bessie attempts to protect her family from high hopes and fruitless idealism, grounding her perceptions of reality in the cold truth of struggle. However, the Berger family has a will of its own and does not always support Bessie’s iron-fisted policies, as those who seek to provide a sense of freedom and hope for Ralph and Hennie enact their own redemptive yet heartbreaking plans."
When I found this Heron he was quite asleep but after waking he was on guard!
Sony a6000 with a Sigma 150-600m C and an MC-11 converter.
AWAKE AND SING
by Clifford Odets was directed by Eric Thibodeaux-Thompson and performed April 5-7 & 11-13, 2013
Synopsis – from A Noise Within Study Guide: "The Berger family apartment in the Bronx houses three generations in the same working-class Jewish family. It is in this apartment that Bessie Berger, indomitable matriarch, oversees the lefist leanings of her father Jacob, and attempts to influence the romantic yearnings of her son (Ralph) and potential matches for her daughter (Hennie). When the seemingly inescapable poverty of the Great Depression forces Bessie to rent out a room in the apartment to petty bookie and World War I veteran Moe Axelrod, she encounters a new challenge as he positions himself as suitor to young Hennie. Hennie has her own ideas for love — ideas which, when pursued, lead to serious consequences.
Bessie attempts to protect her family from high hopes and fruitless idealism, grounding her perceptions of reality in the cold truth of struggle. However, the Berger family has a will of its own and does not always support Bessie’s iron-fisted policies, as those who seek to provide a sense of freedom and hope for Ralph and Hennie enact their own redemptive yet heartbreaking plans."
Someone make a better version of this!
I don't know photoshop so I used MS paint to make this when I found out that Michael Britten is actually Lucius Malfoy!
AWAKE AND SING
by Clifford Odets was directed by Eric Thibodeaux-Thompson and performed April 5-7 & 11-13, 2013
Synopsis – from A Noise Within Study Guide: "The Berger family apartment in the Bronx houses three generations in the same working-class Jewish family. It is in this apartment that Bessie Berger, indomitable matriarch, oversees the lefist leanings of her father Jacob, and attempts to influence the romantic yearnings of her son (Ralph) and potential matches for her daughter (Hennie). When the seemingly inescapable poverty of the Great Depression forces Bessie to rent out a room in the apartment to petty bookie and World War I veteran Moe Axelrod, she encounters a new challenge as he positions himself as suitor to young Hennie. Hennie has her own ideas for love — ideas which, when pursued, lead to serious consequences.
Bessie attempts to protect her family from high hopes and fruitless idealism, grounding her perceptions of reality in the cold truth of struggle. However, the Berger family has a will of its own and does not always support Bessie’s iron-fisted policies, as those who seek to provide a sense of freedom and hope for Ralph and Hennie enact their own redemptive yet heartbreaking plans."
Saturday 1st June
4:30pm
Couldn't sleep for thoughts; as I lay in the dark I was reminded of why, last year, I didn't sleep before six in the morning. It wasn't so much about excitement as expectation. I questioned why I, in choosing to participate in this project, demand so much of myself. I'm terrified I will waste it – throw away this chance to do something a little out of the ordinary, and end up with one hundred mediocre photographs accompanied by garbled text.
No unsettling dreams but still woke late. Read a while, and then went to Becki's; from there, she, Steve and I walked to the village green for the annual fête. Wandered, and had ever-so-slightly awkward conversations with people we'd not seen in almost a year. I felt a little out of place – a sense that seems to have followed me recently – and started to consider just how much I have changed since this time last year, since starting my new school. So much has happened since I last began this project, far more than I could possibly write here (and a great deal of it of it I would not care to), and whilst I have constantly been aware of the fact that I have undergone many changes during that time it is only now that I started to consider the effects of that on the people around me, if there are any. I wonder how my photographs have changed, and my writing, too.
Our route home was a woodland track, listening to Frank Turner as the sun started to show for the first time today. Don't waste it, I thought to myself, meaning the warmer weather. I walked on ahead of the others and before even having processed my reasoning, suddenly I was running down the path and across a little wooden bridge with a couple of planks missing,not noticing the nettle grabbing my ankle because the light in the meadow on the other side of the tiny bubbling stream was too perfect.
The pictures themselves were unremarkable, but that glitter of glee as the summer sun washed its way through the meadow sparked a smile to my lips. That's what I meant, I realised as I crouched in the grass. That un-thinking leap to a sprint, just to speed my way across a bridge into a brightly-lit field – that is 'not wasting it'. Not leaving the house without my camera around my neck and a spare battery close to hand – that is 'not wasting it'. And taking these photographs, and having these thoughts and writing them down – that is 'not wasting it'.
We sat out in the garden for a while and played with Rebus, Becki's lovely cat; watched The Devil Wears Prada, and then I left for home, where I was greeted by my wonderful sister, home from her second year at university, preparing to move to California for a year, and also beginning a summer onehundred today. . Talked about books at dinner and the big concert we're attending in a fortnight, and then she and I disappeared into our adjacent rooms to type up our days.
I did not 'waste' today. And, through that ten-second run (the fastest I moved all day), I think I have shown myself that I will not 'waste' the next ninety-nine, either. Yes, I am pressuring myself with expectation and demand; yes, I am asking something a little out of the ordinary of myself – but if I lie awake tonight, I think it will be due to excitement: a thrill at the photographs and text this summer will produce. Perhaps mediocre and garbled, it is true – but maybe, just maybe, a chance shaft of light (not necessarily from the sun) will glitter ahead of me. I will not waste it.
Wake up ! Wake up ! The soldiers are coming. The band of Outlaws scrambled to get up and tried to thrown of their camel skin cloaks. facing them was a small grubby child holding an ancient short sword. Each outlaw realised they had been drugged in their sleep by the stranger from an unknown land. Quickly they reached for their weapons and disarmed the youngster standing before them. What was going to happen next ? You must believe me your'e all in great danger !
A beautiful and blinding morning
The world outside begins to breathe
See the clouds arriving without warning
I need you here to shelter me
And I know that only time will tell us how
To carry on without each other
So keep me awake to memorize you
Give me more time to feel this way
We can't stay like this forever
But I can have you next to me today
If I could make these moments endless
If I could stop the winds of change
If we just keep our eyes wide open
Then everything would stay the same
And I know that only time will tell me how
We'll carry on without each other
So keep me awake for every moment
Give us more time to be this way
We can't stay like this forever
But I can have you next to me today
We'll let tomorrow wait, you're here, right now, with me
All my fears just fall away, when you are all I see
We can't stay like this forever
But I have you here today
And I will remember
Oh, I will remember
Remember all the love we shared today .
I was wandering along James Street North in downtown Hamilton, Ontario back in the Spring, when I spotted a gentleman in shorts displaying his tats. The title is from his right leg and is either a reference to a Biblical passage from Ephesians 5:14 or possible the name of a Canadian rock band out of Chilliwack, British Columbia. Given the tattoo on his left leg (He Was Made Known), I suspect it was the former rather than the later. - JW
Date Taken: 2016-05-26
Tech Details:
Taken using a hand-held Nikon D7100 fitted with a Nikor 70-300mm VR lense set to 240mm, ISO250, Auto WB, Aperture priority mode, f/5.3 (wide open), 1/400 sec with an EV+0.67 exposure bias. PP in free Open Source RAWTherapee from Nikon RAW/NEF source file: scale image up to 9000x6000, convert to B&W, adjust/boost contrast, enable a slight vignette, apply noise reduction, sharpen, save. PP in free Open Source GIMP: adjust tone curve to brighten highlights (about top 20%) and darken the bottom 20% of the curve, in effect boosting contrast, sharpen, save, scale to 6000x4000, sharpen slightly, save, add fine B&W frame, add bar and text on left, save, scale to 1800 wide for posting, sharpen slightly, save.
Surviving cancer and using art as a tool for healing, reflection and understanding has infused my art with a sense of energy and optimism that has a universal appeal. The process of making the art as well as the meaning of it, are both an integral part of the end result and for me there is always a battle to harmonize between the two – to evoke the emotion of the piece and to empower the viewer.
I love combining traditional and new media painting techniques where one feeds off the energy of the other. The visual collaboration of both medias often celebrates a bold expressionism and optimistic edge regardless of subject matter.
My work has evolved from a mashing of referenced pop art and iconic imagery into elaborate multilayered portraits and scenes that depict a more personal interpretation of my life experience, battles and passions. My goal is to lead the observer to dramatic action, putting them on the edge between what we know and what is unknowable. I’ve learned that something new will always come about when you push hard enough and the result is the revelation of a “new identity”.
The motivation for me to keep going is to gain an understanding of how this “new identity or rebirth or truth” actually reflects my life as well as the world we live in – or not.
This is the second part of the photoshoot with Awake The Empire as we ran out of time last time we met.
www.myspace.com/awaketheempireuk
Strobist: SB-80x bare left and SB-28 bare right. Cactus v4 trigger
First step of the day, captured. #beyourownbeloved
First thought of the day "will I wake up my husband with the flash? Meh oh well, this is for art!"
AWAKE AND SING
by Clifford Odets was directed by Eric Thibodeaux-Thompson and performed April 5-7 & 11-13, 2013
Synopsis – from A Noise Within Study Guide: "The Berger family apartment in the Bronx houses three generations in the same working-class Jewish family. It is in this apartment that Bessie Berger, indomitable matriarch, oversees the lefist leanings of her father Jacob, and attempts to influence the romantic yearnings of her son (Ralph) and potential matches for her daughter (Hennie). When the seemingly inescapable poverty of the Great Depression forces Bessie to rent out a room in the apartment to petty bookie and World War I veteran Moe Axelrod, she encounters a new challenge as he positions himself as suitor to young Hennie. Hennie has her own ideas for love — ideas which, when pursued, lead to serious consequences.
Bessie attempts to protect her family from high hopes and fruitless idealism, grounding her perceptions of reality in the cold truth of struggle. However, the Berger family has a will of its own and does not always support Bessie’s iron-fisted policies, as those who seek to provide a sense of freedom and hope for Ralph and Hennie enact their own redemptive yet heartbreaking plans."