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Done on my phone in SuperPhoto, Pixlr and GlitchLab apps.
Selfie cartoonised art.
Inspired by Whitley Strieber's book "Communion."
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A peaceful and beautiful day at the lake making a relaxing connection with the sensory flows of nature.
Some more from my project I am calling "Reverberations".
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Longue balade de fin de journée dans ma petite ville, sur le chemin du retour, je suis arrivée sur la place où la collégiale domine. La lumière brillante et teintée de rose qui rayonnait à travers les nuages diffus et étendus, illuminait le pourtour du monument, mettant en relief des détails et le rendant encore plus imposant et mystique, amplifié encore par le silence qui régnait et l'ombre minuscule des oiseaux virevoltant sur les reliefs en hauteur. 😊
These flying behemoths host communities of travelers as they weave their way regularly from continent to continent, just overhead, by day and night, as the world turns unnoticed.
La communion des catholiques telle qu'elle s'appelait à l'époque.
Me voici à Biarritz dans une aube blanche que je me suis empressée d'enlever car je me trouvais complètement ridicule là-dedans - le pire, c'était le voile !!!
J'ai remis mon short tout de suite après les vêpres !!!
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All the catholic children doing what they used to call "First Communion" - now the name has changed..... it was when the Mass was said in latin and when people used to sing a lot in french and in latin.
Communion again at St John the Evangelist church in Walton, Warrington, Cheshire on Wednesday morning. Sadly taken after someone extinguished the Advent Candle.
Explored June 22 - thank you!
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A lovely horse is always an experience...an emotional experience that is spoiled by words.
(Beryl Markham)
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I've spent the past 5 years both asking and trying not to ask what happens after we die.
My entire life I've been horrified at the thought of dying. My dreams have been about death as far back as I can remember (which, btw, was 4 years old).
How do you make sense out of something that lives on the other side of reason?
I make art. I confront the things that terrify me. Because the more you confront those fears, the more control you have over them over the power they hold.
I crave control, like the greatest prize in a world of uncertainties. Death, the most uncertain of all. We wonder - when will it happen? How? What was it all for? I shudder at those questions. But what a privilege to ask them.
This image - I am the tree, leaves springing forth from my life. I am the rock, grounded and grounding. I am bound to the earth with those sinewy white roots, attached. I am the blood of my flesh and the blood of the world, entwined. I am the sun and I am the uneasy fog that hides it. I am flesh and bone and one day, it should be an honor to give it all back. To let those particles, so alive and vibrant, fall to ash and like the Phoenix be reborn into new life. It should be an honor. Still, I will them to stay.
I will have had my time.
I have already had my time.
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"Conscious Communion", self-portrait, April 2021
Last Saturday I was volunteering to shoot some pictures of the first communion of a multicultural school community. It was a great way to put my skills to use to help others. On display are some vignettes of the church service – Kortrijk, Belgium