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Centred on the artist as avatar, she builds, breaks down, gestures, cries, dissolves. Colour passes over her monochromatic existence. At all times somebody and nobody. An exercise in the minimal.
A still from a video filmed at a performance by SaveMe Oh in Second Life, 7 January 2022.
Now I become myself. It's taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if
Time were there.
May Sarton
Sea foam is created by the agitation of sea water and in particular when it contains higher concentrations of organic matter that has been dissolved, such as proteins, lipids and offshore breakdown of algal blooms. These substances can act like foaming agents and when the sea is churned up and breaks on the shore line trapping in air and producing the bubbles. The colour of the sea foam will depend on what properties are in the foam at that time. Due to the sea foams low density the foam can be blown by strong on shore winds from the beach into the land.
This one cut right to the root of what i love about painting...
Exploring untouched walls, having no set plan, and being resourceful by making the most out of the minimal materials and time available.
1 quart of rolling paint
4 scrap cans
> 1 hour
Ice cold water
Life seems to sometimes take me for a ride and really the best I can do is try not to panic, remember that the answer is 42, and hold on while powers greater than myself dictate the future. I can't imagine that this place was planned, but to me this place became a work of art through thousands of years of monsoons, rain & wind storms. It's a barren an inhospitable place that becomes impassible when wet. On this trip I gained a new found respect for the mud in the southwest. In fact, an understanding, because the night before is when I got my jeep stuck in the mud 11 miles from the freeway as a thunder & lightning storm was rolling around on the horizon.
It was one of those moments where you're driving along on the dirt road and you see some mud and you think, oh there's a little water, but it should be fine. Well, in most cases, yes. In this particular place in the Southwest, you're going to get stuck.
I watched the sunset burn while I tried to frantically dig out praying that the looming thunderclouds didn't come my direction. As I night hiked out the lightning started illuminating the sky with bright flashes. If you've ever been out hiking alone in the dessert with lightning you fell like it's on top of you no matter how far away it is. The primal fear eventually subsided, and acceptance set in. I decided to sleep a few hours on this spot to capture this astronomical twilight scene. Alex Noriega was an inspiration here and deserves acknowledgement.
The beautiful Church of St Mary and All Saints at Fotheringhay in Northamptonshire is noted for containing a mausoleum to leading members of the Yorkist dynasty of the Wars of the Roses.
The work on the present church, which sits on a slight hill overlooking the River Nene, was begun by Edward III who also built a college as a cloister on the church's southern side. After completion in around 1430, a parish church of similar style was added to the western end of the collegiate church with work beginning in 1434. It is the parish church which still remains.
The present Grade I-listed church is named in honour of St Mary and All Saints, and has a distinctive tall tower dominating the local skyline. The church is Perpendicular in style and although only the nave, aisles and octagonal tower remain of the original building it is still in the best style of its period. I particularly like the delicate flying buttresses. The church is regarded by Simon Jenkins as one of England's Thousand Best Churches.
The chancel was pulled down after the college was dissolved in 1553 following the Dissolution of the Monasteries. A grammar school was founded in its place which lasted until 1859.
After that disaster with the OFE units, the Blue Mystery company dissolved and was never heard of again. Or so it seems.
They moved off-world and worked in secret for many years on a new line of robots. With the launch of their latest product, S.A.P.E (Sentient Automated Planetary Explorer) they took over space exploration.
And indeed for a while all was well and Blue Mystery was able to clear their name. Until reports came in from far and wide about the sheer stupidity of the S.A.P.E. units. It was not long before people referred to them as "Stupid Apes". And with that the fate of Blue Mystery was finally sealed.
This denim dissolves in rain.
I really can’t get my head around why people buy jeans that are full of holes; I know they are fashionable but to pay for holes, come on! It’s like buying a packet of Polo mints, you pay for a hole and you get a bit of a minty sweet around it; beats me. I wonder what happens to all the middle bits.
Seen on Market Street, Manchester, UK.
Located in Foster, Kentucky a few miles down the Ohio River from Meldahl Dam. Incorporated in 1850 with a 2010 population of 44. The incorporation was dissolved in 1999. The AA highway bypassed Foster in the 1980's..it's hardware and grocery closed. Tough to see the empty buildings dry rotting to nothing.
Beautiful formations of travertine, sulphur, and gypsum forming and building, as hot geothermal carbon dioxide and hydrogen sulfide gases dissolve rocks and minerals deep in the earth, then heated subterranean waters deposit those minerals on the surface.
This is part of the same geothermal system that powers the massive Yellowstone caldera.
iPhone pano.
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing.
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.
Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history.
Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietas?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.
Sylvia Plath - Winter Trees
Frost-covered trees, a light blanket of snow on the ground and formless, misty woodland beyond. A January morning by Loch Awe.
The Pink Cliffs Reserve is about 140km from Melbourne CBD. It was originally man made but is now considered one of Victoria's natural wonders. The multi-coloured soft granite exposed as a moonscape surface in the central portion of the reserve is the best known feature hence its name, Pink Cliffs.
The colourful phenomenon was created by early gold-mining activities: sluicing work in the 1880s revealed the 'pink' hills near the historic town of Heathcote.
"The colour kaleidoscope you can see today is the remaining granite sliced through with reddish brown cracks filled with quartz. The surface fine granite was washed by percolating ground water containing sodium, chlorides and carbonates, which helped to dissolve the iron ore minerals and weather the granite. In the process, the granite became stained with iron rich solutions, the colour intensity being directly related to the amounts of iron ore minerals within the cracks. Erosion has proceeded at such a rate that the present surface still resembles a moonscape. ." (Heathcote information Center Website)
This geological reserve offers hills of fine clay with an almost talcum-powder texture. The pinkness is more intense when the area is moist, i.e, shortly after a rain or shower.
The shadows in the foreground from nearby gum trees add additional interest.
This is a sight of dissolving tablet in water. This beautiful, satisfying and soothing colored rays starts starts coming out from it immediately after putting it in the water.
the sun carves a molten path across the sea, dissolving the line between sky and water. time holds still as light settles into the darkening hills — a final golden breath before nightfall.
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Last Sunday morning must have been the best morning ever for sun ray shots. Truly amazing. The sun was much higher in the sky since the dense fog first had to dissolve. When the sun started to peek through.. simply amazing! I will upload a few more later this week. It was so difficult to decide which one to post first.
Last week, I talked about writing a piece about why we embrace the imperfections of film photography. And then I lost it. Well, I re-wrote it and turned it into my next post on Substack.
It's available to read and/or listen to at your convenience.
open.substack.com/pub/conspiracyofcartographers/p/why-we-...
This is a shot a took in 2015 on Ilford Pan F+. My fixer crapped out and I didn't know it until I scanned the roll. So I fixed again and the problem dissolved itself in fresh fixer.
'Attempt Upon'
Camera: Imperial Savoy
Film: Ilford Pan F+
Process: Rodinal 1+50; 10.5min Major Fixer Failure
One foggy night recently this scene demanded to be shot. I took a deep breath and held as still as possible and squeezed the shutter release. There's a streetlight behind the foreground tree. I like the spectral look of the background trees.
And now I see your face in the mirror
My secret brother, now uncovered
While dissolving into me
I'm breathing into you
Now I'm in you, now I'm injured
Now I'm healing, now I'm clean
Your voice sings inside my mind
Your tongue tastes points in time
We're threading tiny lights across the
Dome of the sky
We ride a single, endlessly unfurling line
Your love is deep in my bones
Now they're breaking now they're shattered
Do their fragments on the floor
Spell out our future, waiting to be told?
With rough hands and tender breast
White hair and tattooed vest
Now you're reaching, ever seeking
Ever watching your mind unwind
You hide beneath my bed
You sing inside my head
Hold my hand, be still now
If there's cancer in your blood
It works it's way through me too
We're all the same, uncontained
Boiling flesh, unspoken names
Dissolving, contorting reforming, distorting
I see your voice in my mind and I am singing
It works it's way through my veins
And my hands reach up to the sky
And they're burning as they're circling
I'm your vessel, I am creaming
I'm the avatar of your
Semen and I'm screaming
Each one of us is fueled with love
With your love to nourish
As you extinguish, I flourish
I'm inside your particles, your cells
And your molecules:
Each one of them is individually screaming
Poor little ones and zeroes:
They're screaming too
Our consciousness is true: it is physical
It is real it is divisible, and consumed
I am your child again again, your brothers
I am your sister, you're my sister too
Let the wires unwind
Let's celebrate the disappearing mind
True seeker, hold my hand
There is no sky, there is no land
There is no woman, there is no man
Each pain, each love, each regret is sacred
The wounded child is sacred
The murdering man is sacred
The imbecile is sacred
My spit in the dust is sacred
Your lover's sentient hand is sacred
Fucking is sacred music is sacred
To give up is sacred silence is sacred
Mindlessless is sacred
Sacred, sacred, sacred, everything is sacred
Nothing's wasted in our secret
Labyrinthine intestines of time
Through you I create myself
You are my one annihilating thought
Clenched in your fist
I happily cease to exist
Every thought is a capsule bursting
Spilling it's seeds in space
Each one is sacred each one is infinite
Each one dissolves dissolving is sacred
Erasing is sacred
I see your voice in my mind and I'm singing
I taste your voice on my
Tongue and I am flying
You animate my hands and I'm reaching
I see your voice with my eyes, right here
Right now in front of me, misting the air
(There is no man)
And I'm flying, and I'm rising
And I am flying, I am flying
Finally flying, I am flying
Finally flying, yes we're rising
Endlessly rising, and we're flying
Finally flying, and we're riding
Yes we're riding a white lion
And he's flaming, yes he's flaming
And we're flaming, yeah he's flaming
And we're flaming, and we're flaming
And we're flying, and we're flying
And we're riding, and we're rising
And we're riding, and we're rising
Through the sky
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HYDRANGEA INVOLUCRATA
La pianta di Hydrangea è un arbusto deciduo, di forma arrotondata, con foglie ovate, dentate, screziato di verde, bianco e giallo, lunghe fino a 20 cm, che in autunno tendono ad assumere tonalità aranciate o rossastre. Le infiorescenze sono corimbi appiattiti, larghi 15-20 cm, di numerosi fiori dai petali bianchi. Abbondante fioritura estiva. L’altezza della pianta è di circa 2 metri. Il colore dei fiori dipende dall’acidità del terreno e dalle sostanze disciolte in esso. Arbusto coltivato per le sue appariscenti infiorescenze, è ideale nelle bordure, come esemplare isolato o in vaso. Predilige un terreno fresco, drenato, preferibilmente sub-acido, con esposizione di mezzombra o ombra.
Il Paese di provenienza dell'Hydrangea è il Giappone
Famiglia: Hydrangeaceae
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HYDRANGEA INVOLUCRATA
The Hydrangea plant is a deciduous shrub, rounded in shape, with ovate, toothed leaves, mottled with green, white and yellow, up to 20 cm long, which in autumn tend to take on orange or reddish hues. The inflorescences are flattened corymbs, 15-20 cm broad, of numerous flowers with white petals. Abundant summer flowering. The height of the plant is about 2 meters. The color of the flowers depends on the acidity of the soil and the substances dissolved in it. Shrub cultivated for its showy inflorescences, it is ideal in borders, as an isolated specimen or in pots. It prefers a fresh, drained, preferably sub-acid soil, with partial shade or shade exposure.
The country of origin of the Hydrangea is Japan
Family: Hydrangeaceae
Der Dom St. Stephanus und St. Sixtus in Halberstadt, eine evangelische Kirche, gilt als einer der wenigen großen Kirchenbauten des französischen Kathedralschemas in Deutschland. Der Dom wurde in 250 Jahren (1236-1486) erbaut und ist der 3. Nachfolgebau im ältesten Bistum Mitteldeutschlands (gegründet 804 / 814). Vom Westportal eintretend, fasziniert der langgestreckte dreischiffige Innenraum, die Triumphkreuzgruppe über dem Lettner, der Hohe Chor, die Buntglasfenster, die Neustädter- und die Marienkapelle. Das im 11. Jahrhundert gegründete Chorherrenstift (1806 aufgelöst) führte erst 1591 die Reformation ein und vereinte seitdem katholische und protestantische Domherren. Dieser Ökumene ist der größte Domschatz zu verdanken, der noch am ursprünglichen Ort erhalten ist: Altäre, Reliquiare, Handschriften und romanische Bildteppiche (die ältesten Europas). Seit 2008 wird dieser Domschatz in der Domklausur neu präsentiert. Am 8. April 1945 wurde bei einem Bombenangriff auch der Dom schwer getroffen, bis 1955 konnten die die Bausubstanz gefährdenden Stoffe beseitigt werden. Jüngere Glanzpunkte der Bauarbeiten am Dom sind der Guss der Glocken Micha und Domina, die Installation des Dachreiters auf dem Langhaus und der Einbau eines neuen Glasfensters im südlichen Querschiff.
www.ev-kirche-halberstadt.de/hbs/kirchen/dom.php
The Cathedral of St. Stephen and St. Sixtus in Halberstadt, a Protestant church, is considered one of the few large church buildings of the French cathedral scheme in Germany. The cathedral was built in 250 years (1236-1486) and is the 3rd successor building in the oldest diocese in central Germany (founded 804 / 814). Entering from the west portal, the elongated three-nave interior, the triumphal crucifix group above the rood screen, the high choir, the stained-glass windows,Neustadt's Chapel and St. Mary's Chapel are fascinating. Founded in the 11th century, the canonry (dissolved in 1806) did not introduce the Reformation until 1591 and has united Catholic and Protestant canons ever since. This ecumenism is to thank for the largest cathedral treasure still preserved in its original location: altars, reliquaries, manuscripts and Romanesque tapestries (the oldest in Europe). Since 2008, this cathedral treasure has been presented anew in the cathedral cloister. On 8 April 1945, the cathedral was badly hit by a bombing raid, but by 1955 it had been possible to remove the materials that endangered the fabric of the building. More recent highlights of the construction work on the cathedral are the casting of the Micha and Domina bells, the installation of the ridge turret on the nave and the installation of a new glass window in the southern transept.