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Izzy : You don't believe me, do you?

 

-Sure, we believe you, Izzy.

-Why shouldn't we believe you?

 

Izzy : Tell me... Am I a stone or a tree?

 

-What?

 

Izzy : Just answer the question. Am I a stone or a tree?

 

- A stone.

- A tree.

 

Izzy : Am I a dog or a bird?

 

-You're both, man...

-You're a dog with wings.

 

Izzy : Am I a good person or a bad person?

 

-Izzy, cut it out...

-You're going to drive yourself crazy.

-You're good, Iz...

-You're good with some bad stuff mixed in.

-Just like everyone else.

 

Izzy : Am I here... or not here?

 

-What difference does it make?

-Life is just an illusion anyway, right?

-Don't worry about it.

 

(© Paul Auster, Lulu on the Bridge)

The problem with introspection is that it has no end

Philip K. Dick

 

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I: the Ego card, for the Sickly Suit, for the Sickly Tarot,

by Fred Sickly, completed 7/14/2010.

Card number TWENTY-SEVEN.

 

"At sunrise the monkeys will fly." -- Sparklehorse

"Nobody wants to be selfish, but everybody is."

-- Cassandra's Dream

"Are you local?!" -- Tubbs

 

This is the second of my triple top secret extra-curricular card for one of my extra arcana for the Sickly Tarot. It felt like the time to do another of these and I thought it fit well with the Judgment and Justice cards thematically.

 

Full pictorial key notes soon.

 

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Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating.

I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else.

What I'm attending here is a show with another set. And the show I'm attending is myself.

 

Fernando Pessoa

The concept of ego reduction is predicated on the use of Sigmund Freud's concept of the ego to describe the conscious adult self; and broadly describes the deflating of an over-inflated or egotistical sense of oneself.

 

While most therapy favours a process of strengthening the ego functions, at the expense of the irrational parts of the mind, a reduction in self-importance and self-involvement — ego reduction — is also generally valorised: Robin Skynner for example describing the 'shrink' as a head-shrinker, and adding that “as our swollen heads get smaller... as people we grow”.

Benched in southern California.

Window Design by JIAR. Here are some pictures from our exposition at www.mr-ego.be in Brussels. Special thanks to Little Scratch and NO NEW ENEMIES. Watch the Video of the exposition.

 

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I am caught in the middle of the dawn and the sunrise

Life is a miracle, I saw it in your eyes

 

Alter Ego - Minus One

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7 Days with Flickr - monday: portraits

(photo by Sam, model Freya)

 

Rencor: definiciones de rencor;

 

m. resentimiento arraigado y persistente

-Es un profundo resentimiento que se incuba como una enfermedad. El rencoroso se aferra a ese sentimiento de manera obstinada y obsesiva.

 

s. m. Sentimiento de hostilidad o enemistad hacia una persona motivado por una ofensa, daño o perjuicio sufridos

  

"El rencor no es un recurso del ser, sino del ego herido en su egolatría."

Deyla.

 

"Para que gastar tiempo en odios y rencores, cuando existe la indiferencia"

R.F.Suarez

 

At the gates of Hell...

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Thank you very much for your visits, comments and favorites

 

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3 years on Flickr!! Then, I took it... now I've made it...paraphrasing... I think this series deserved a different edition...the rest during the week. Thank you for being there my dear friends!!! // 3 años en Flickr!! Entonces la tomé y ahora la hago...parafraseando... creo que esta serie merecía una mejor edición..el resto durante la semana...gracias por estar ahí... xxx

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Ho raccolto dei fiori nel mio giardino. L'ho fatto perchè il giardino mi piace spoglio. Spazi aperti. Nessuna pianta che si sforzi di convivere. Nessuno che faccia ombra (od offra riparo) ad altri. Spazi aperti da riempire. Mi aggiro per il giardino spoglio, con i fiori in mano, e cerco di ricordare quand'è che ho cominciato a dimenticare. Come quando da bambino cercavo di catturare il momento in cui mi addormentavo. Ad occhi chiusi vegliavo sul mio sonno imminente e bramavo sorprenderlo. Non è mai successo. Niente è mai (davvero) successo. Un lungo sonno senza sogni. Senza sogni da ricordare. La dimenticAbilità del tutto, contro la pretesa di lasciare qualcosa che possa venir ricordato. Un'impronta. Una traccia. Da ascoltare, magari. Mi volto per vedere se la mia ombra mi segue ancora. La scorgo mentre cerca di nascondersi, sciocca e testarda ombra. Quante gliene ho fatte passare. Ed è sempre lì. Ma nei momenti bui le impedisco di venirmi dietro. Nell'oscurità voglio addentrarmi da solo. Addensarmi, anche. Quando arriva la sera mi metto nel letto. E cerco di distrarmi. Mi racconto delle storie che hanno il solo (e non molto ben nascosto) scopo di farmi abbassare la guardia. Così da riuscire a osservarmi, non visto, mentre mi addormento. L'indomani mi sveglio e non ricordo di aver sognato che mi aggiravo per il giardino spoglio. Raccolgo i fiori che qualcuno ha lasciato accanto al mio letto mentre la coscienza di me si riposava. E mentre mi aggiro per il giardino trovo che sia spoglio e decido di lasciarci quei fiori. Questo gesto mi fa scattare come una sorta di campanellino e penso che forse ci sono cose che mi sfuggono; così cerco di ricordare quand'è che ho cominciato a dimenticare..

I found funny this visual metaphor about big egos among our society.

 

I was taking macro photos, so in order to take this i had to shoot it like a panorama

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Photographing a colorful sunrise is usually a hit or miss situation. When my ego gets the better of me and I think I've got it figured out, Mother Nature has a habit of reminding me that color isn't everything and to just enjoy the view.

Una serie que traía pendiente.

Autorretrato.

A feathered friend waiting for the morning sunshine.

I painstakingly previsualized for several years beforehand using my Holga wooden pinhole sketch camera to make this image. I cleverly I arrived just at the perfect time to capture this rare event and using my get it right in camera technique, I waited for thirteen days without food or water, meditating with the light to set up my lee filter set just at the right time to make this beautiful image. I then rejected post processing and captured the sprit, nay sole of film, in order to realise my vision! Please do credit me for being a superior artist, my tripod is made of wood and I reject anything that isn’t formulated by ancient rules! Oh I also run workshops where I will enlighten you to my techniques!!!

 

Note: no egos were hurt during this production, but if you find a sad, lonely sole lost in the woods, remember a sense of humour isn’t just for Christmas, and please give it a secure and happy home!

 

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