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New set of wings with a more sinister feel than my past ones. Crimson red feathers, rhinestone eyed skull accent. Available currently for half the price of my classic wings (through Halloween). Only at the *BOOM* Main store on Existence.
Orderly living. Note to Flickr friends and followers: other examples of urban symmetry and near-symmetry to follow over the coming weeks! :-)
Life, a serious story one try to live as foolishly as possible -
Paste up by Fred Le Chevalier - Paris
existence & consciousness
submerged, one
as existence is apprehended
by the conscious senses,
it is already past ~
all consciousness
is but a remembrance
& in that eternity
between conscious apprehension
of what was,
and the shutter’s release,
a remembrance of a remembrance:
a remembrance of love.
Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka, 2011
Normal people with extraordinary lifestyles
Along with smile and the gloomy, here life has its own rhyme, has its own colour.
Time passed by, humanity changed along with its history...
But these people remained here tolerating the hardest truth of existences
..........its their story of extraordinary existences.
Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka. A very interesting place for all of us to visit. Culture and customs of old Dhaka are the tribute to the ancient history of Bangladesh. Peoples still living in 100 years old building from generations after generations. With the reflection of their religious beauty Old Dhaka attracts peoples from here and abroad.
Shakhari Bazaar is one of the oldest mohallas (a traditional neighbourhood) in Puran Dhaka (Old Dhaka), located near the intersection of Islampur Road and Nawabpur Road;the two main arteries of the old city and only a block away from the Buriganga River. Shakhari Bazaar stretches along a narrow lane, lined with thin slices of richly decorated brick buildings, built during the late Mughal or Colonial period. Despite rampant modifications, accretion, extension over time, even redevelopment, many still bear the testimony of a rich tradition.
Shakhari Bazaar is the manifestation of the irrational policies, lack of adequate development control rules and distorted legal framework, all of which have left their indelible mark on this precious little mohalla that shares a long history of more than 400 years with Dhaka city itself.The history of Shakhari Bazaar goes back to the pre-Mughal days if not earlier. The first mention of Puran Dhaka can be found in the writings of Mirza Nathan, the general turned historian, who traveled with Subahdar Islam Khan. He mentioned Puran Dhaka, as the area between Dholai Khal and Buriganga river covering Shakhari Bazaar, Tanti Bazaar, Bangla Bazaar, Lakhsmi Bazaar, Bangla Bazaar, Kamar Nagar, Sutar Nagar, Goala Nagar, etc. Each mohalla belonged to separate communities depending on their craft and trade. The influences of the Mughal vocabulary in the planning of the spaces are literally evident in the use of Persian names to identify different spaces..
The original buildings and structural remains of the concentration camp are "guarantors of the memory." Therefore, their preservation and restoration are of utmost priority. Because for decades only the facades of most of the historical buildings were attended to, and with the continued existence of almost all the buildings being in danger, their preservation requires considerable expenditure. After the buildings have been restored, small permanent exhibitions which address the significant aspects of the history of those sites will be installed inside the structures.
The picture is a story of fishing on the seashore. The fishermen keep getting the net and after a long time drag the net to the shore. It is a very difficult task which can be understood through the eyes of the fishermen. After working so hard, their joy knows no bounds when they get a lot of fish. Their struggle for existence continued for years. I tried to capture their hard work on my camera.
Mirje, kasnoantički lokalitet, smješten je blizu Postira, na strateški izvrsnom položaju blizu Salone, glavnog grada provincije Dalmacije. Građeno je blizu Dioklecijanove palače u Splitu i carskih kamenoloma pored Škripa, odakle se brao kamen za gradnju veličanstvene palače.
Brojni fragmenti crkvenog kamenog namještaja potvrdili su postojanje sakralne građevine iz 6. stoljeća. Sklop nije građen za samostansku zajednicu već je riječ o adaptaciji kasnoantičke vile s termalnim sklopom.
Mirje, a late antique locality, is situated near Postira, on excellent strategic position near Salona, the capital of the province of Dalmatia. It was built near Diocletian palace in Split and imperial quarries near Škrip, from which architectural stone for building of monumental palace was cut.
Numerous fragments of stone furniture confirmed the existence of sacral building from 6th century. The complex was not built for the convent's community, but was the adaptation of the late antique villa with thermal complex.
The shadow of the Columbia Icefield Skywalk
sweeps across a sheer cliff.
"There is no Sun without Shadow ....
—Albert Camus
"Impermanence is a mark of existence.
The suffering it causes can be overcome with mindfulness."
—Buddhist teaching
Happy Shadow Saturday!
Last night while watching The Handmaid's Tale, I was struck (blown away, actually) by the cinematographic image of June walking up the spiral staircase at the Waterford home in blue tones--the only contrast being the lamp at the top of the stairs, and June's handmaid dress and white cap. So I tried to capture it on pause, but was unable to pause without the pause indicators obstructing the screen image. This was the next best thing I could manage (hence the movement blur of June walking up the stairs). It was so evocative, I just had to try to capture it!
“I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because I didn’t even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.” — Kamand Kojouri
Love this man more and more each day!!!!
Particular entity
Existence affirmed
Web of belief
The image's aesthetic qualities—its colors, textures, and composition—are part of one set of beliefs, while the flower's biological properties—its species, its life cycle—are part of another.
"To be is to be the value of a bound variable." - Willard van Orman Quine
Nikon Nikkor 55mm f1.2 Reversed
Thanks to all of you for your time, comments and favs. Truly appreciated..
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L'existence est un éternel ballet d'allées et venues.
En somme, exister, c'est transgresser les frontières, fussent-elles aussi anecdotiques que celle d'une porte.
Et encore, certaines portes sont loin d'être anecdotiques.
Et très heureuse année 2024 !
Island Of Madagascar
Off the East Coast of Africa
Berenty Reserve
Two lemurs high in a tree in an embrace.
Verreaux's sifaka (Propithecus verreauxi), or the white sifaka, is a medium-sized primate in one of the lemur families, the Indriidae. It lives in Madagascar and can be found in a variety of habitats from rainforest to western Madagascar dry deciduous forests and dry and spiny forests.
Its fur is thick and silky and generally white with brown on the sides, top of the head, and on the arms. Like all sifakas, it has a long tail that it uses as a balance when leaping from tree to tree. However, its body is so highly adapted to an arboreal existence, on the ground its only means of locomotion is hopping. The species lives in small troops which forage for food.
There are four subspecies of this lemur are described.
Many things are unknown about Verreaux's sifaka, their lifespan in the wild has not been approximated, but in captivity, they generally live to up to 18 years old.
About a week ago, the three young Chipmunks emerged from their den for the first time to see their new world. One has it's back to me as it tries to go back down into the safety of it's home.
We had watched ma Chipmunk taking birdseed and such down the hole in the yard for a while and figured it won't be long now before the young show themselves. So, here we have another welcome family of Chipys to frolic around the yard and enjoy the offerings we can give them for a happy and peaceful existence.
Young Eastern Chipmunks
Backyard, Watertown, WI.
June 6, 2022
Los Odonatos tienen como principal objetivo de su existencia perpetuar la especie.
Cerca de Calasparra (Murcia) España
The Odonatos have as main objective of their existence to perpetuate the species.
Near Calasparra (Murcia) Spain
Life|Present|Current|Now
The "Crimson Actress" Alexena Whiting.
Phoenix Arts Photography: www.facebook.com/phoenix.a.photography
Twitter: twitter.com/MrPhoenix88
是什麼 讓我遇見這樣的你
是什麼 讓我不再懷疑自己
是什麼 讓我不再害怕失去
在這茫茫人海裡
我不要變得透明
How was it that I met someone like you?
What was it that I no longer doubt myself?
What was it that I no longer fear loss?
In this vast sea of people,
I do not want to become invisible
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVmZpcrQBU4
我是宇宙間的塵埃
微不足道的一種狀態
偶然成了誰的最愛
多想相信永恆存在
I'm a speck of dust in the universe:
Negligible, insignificant
By chance I became someone's beloved,
And I want to believe in the existence of the eternal
我是宇宙間的塵埃
漂泊在這茫茫人海
若你是我必然的存在
多想從此不再離開
I'm but a speck of dust in the universe,
Floating amidst a sea of people
If you were to be my inevitable existence,
Then I'd never leave
若時間注定要讓你離開
我又該怎麼學會不依賴
If time decides to let you go,
How should I learn not to be dependent of you....
© All rights reserved Anna Kwa. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission.
A black and white photo of Prospect Harbor on the Schoodic Peninsula in Maine. This small village has been a busy fishing harbor since the mid-1800's. It was a cool, damp morning here and the monotone image really helps to capture the mood.
Photographed with a Holga 120N plastic toy camera using Ilford HP5 Plus 400 black and white film. The film was developed and scanned by @dsmfilmlab in Des Moines, Iowa.
I had imagined many things during my extraordinary descent into the heart of the Earth, but nothing could have prepared me for the magnificent civilization that now unfolded before my astonished eyes.
My spherical transporter drifted silently through an immense crystalline gateway, its golden framework illuminated by thousands of shimmering blue lights. Beyond the transparent shell stretched an underwater metropolis of such breathtaking proportions that I could scarcely comprehend its existence.
Aetherya.
The hidden kingdom of five million souls.
Magnificent towers of sapphire crystal rose toward a distant luminous ceiling, their delicate golden spires disappearing into the shimmering blue atmosphere. Enormous bridges connected suspended palaces and extraordinary architectural wonders, while brilliant waterfalls cascaded from terraces hundreds of feet above the avenues below.
And everywhere, there was life.
Great whales, so wonderfully familiar to me from my beloved Pacific, glided majestically between the towers. Schools of iridescent fish moved through magnificent gardens of bioluminescent coral, while thousands of elegant inhabitants gathered along the terraces to witness the arrival of my little spherical vessel.
I pressed my hand against the transparent wall.
"Thaléon," I whispered, "it's beautiful. More beautiful than anything I have ever imagined."
My guardian's luminous figure shimmered beside me.
"For millions of years, Rebecca, our people have called this sanctuary home. What you see is the culmination of countless generations of knowledge, artistry, and devotion."
"But how can all of this exist beneath the molten heart of our planet?"
"The inhabited sphere is protected by a gravitational containment field. Beyond its boundaries lies the extraordinary heat and pressure of Earth's interior. Within, our environmental systems maintain a constant temperature of fifteen degrees Celsius."
I gazed toward the distant crystalline towers.
"Five million inhabitants," I murmured. "And humanity knows nothing of you."
"Not entirely nothing. Your oldest legends preserve fragments of our history. The lost Pacific civilization of Mu was once our closest ally."
At the mention of Mu, I felt a strange tightening in my chest.
The images I had witnessed in the Chamber of Remembrance returned to me: magnificent temples disappearing beneath towering walls of water, mermaids swimming through ancient lagoons, and a mysterious golden-haired woman whose resemblance to me seemed impossible.
"Thaléon, that woman I saw in the vision. Will I meet her here?"
My guardian hesitated.
"In a manner of speaking, Rebecca."
Before I could question him further, our transporter began descending toward an immense circular platform surrounded by seven magnificent crystalline towers.
Thousands of inhabitants lined the surrounding balconies, their elegant figures illuminated by the brilliant blue radiance emanating from the platform's center.
And there, standing before an enormous sphere of living light, were seven extraordinary beings.
The Elyndra.
The Council of Seven.
Their magnificent ceremonial garments shimmered with silver, sapphire, and gold. Delicate crystalline crowns rose above their elongated features, and their luminous eyes seemed to contain the accumulated wisdom of ages.
At the center of their gathering stood a woman with long, flowing golden hair.
My heart nearly stopped.
"Thaléon!"
"I see her, Rebecca."
"It's the woman from the vision!"
"Yes."
"Then she is alive?"
"Look carefully."
As our capsule approached, I realized something extraordinary. The woman's flowing gown seemed almost translucent, its delicate fabric dissolving into countless particles of golden light. Her hair moved as though suspended in an invisible current, and her feet barely touched the ceremonial platform.
She was not entirely physical.
"She is a preserved consciousness," Thaléon explained. "An extraordinary memory of a woman who lived during the final days of Mu."
I stared at her in disbelief.
"Who was she?"
"Her name was Maelira."
The name awakened something within me, a distant feeling of recognition that seemed to arise from a place beyond memory.
"Maelira," I repeated softly.
"The last High Guardian of Mu."
Our transporter came to a gentle halt above the ceremonial platform. The instruments surrounding me dimmed, leaving only the delicate blue silhouette of a mermaid glowing upon the principal monitor.
Below us, Maelira approached the brilliant sphere.
She extended her right hand.
The moment her fingertips touched its luminous surface, an extraordinary wave of energy swept across the platform.
The sphere awakened.
Thousands of brilliant geometric patterns unfolded across its surface, forming an immense three-dimensional image of Earth suspended within the crystalline chamber.
Continents emerged from oceans of electric blue. Mountain ranges rose in delicate golden relief, while immense networks of energy appeared beneath the planet's surface.
Then a brilliant point of light began pulsing beneath the Pacific Ocean.
"Mu," Thaléon whispered.
Before my astonished eyes, the lost civilization materialized within the sphere.
Magnificent islands rose from turquoise seas. Golden temples crowned lush tropical mountains, while crystalline towers stood above extraordinary lagoons filled with aquatic gardens and magnificent sea creatures.
Mermaids swam freely among the inhabitants.
Their iridescent tails shimmered beneath the sunlight, and their beautiful golden hair flowed through the water like ribbons of liquid sunshine.
I felt tears gathering in my eyes.
"They're like me," I whispered.
"Yes, Rebecca."
"Then I am not alone."
Thaléon's expression softened.
"You were never alone."
For a moment, I could scarcely speak.
All my life, I had cherished the freedom of the oceans, the companionship of whales, and the extraordinary beauty of the world beneath the waves. Yet somewhere within me had always lingered a quiet question.
Where had I truly come from?
Now, before my eyes, an entire civilization of beings resembling me was emerging from the forgotten depths of history.
But the magnificent vision suddenly darkened.
Beyond the ancient Pacific, enormous black vessels appeared against the stars.
Their surfaces absorbed the surrounding light, and their immense silhouettes moved with a terrible, deliberate precision.
The seven Elyndra raised their hands.
Maelira's expression became solemn.
"Rebecca," Thaléon said quietly, "you are about to witness the reason our civilization has remained hidden for millions of years."
The vessels approached Earth.
Brilliant flashes of energy erupted across the Pacific. Enormous defensive barriers illuminated the oceans, while magnificent crystalline structures rose from the islands of Mu.
I watched in horror as the peaceful civilization transformed into a battlefield.
"Who are they?" I cried.
"The Vharakai. An ancient extraterrestrial civilization whose expansion destroyed our ancestral world."
I turned toward him.
"They destroyed your planet?"
"Yes. Our ancestors escaped across the stars and eventually found refuge within Earth. But the Vharakai followed."
The image shifted.
A magnificent lattice of blue and golden energy surrounded the planet, extending from enormous installations hidden beneath the oceans and deep within the continents.
"The Guardians of Mu helped our people establish Earth's first planetary defense network," Thaléon continued. "Their extraordinary biological connection to the oceans allowed them to communicate with the living systems that sustained the shield."
I looked down at my turquoise tail.
"And the mermaids?"
"They were essential to that connection."
The vision changed again.
I watched enormous waves sweep across the Pacific as the great temples of Mu disappeared beneath the sea. Brilliant gateways opened among the collapsing structures, allowing thousands to escape into the depths.
Then the image faded.
I remained motionless, overwhelmed by the terrible destruction I had witnessed.
"Did they all die?" I whispered.
"No. Some survived. Their descendants became part of the ancient alliance between Mu and Aetherya. Others disappeared into the oceans of Earth, carrying memories and biological abilities that would remain dormant for generations."
I looked toward Maelira.
Her luminous figure had turned toward my transporter.
For the first time, I saw her face clearly.
She possessed delicate features, luminous blue-gray eyes, and long flowing golden hair so remarkably similar to my own that I instinctively raised my hand toward the transparent wall.
It was like gazing into a reflection from another age.
"Rebecca," she said.
Her voice did not travel through the water.
It entered my thoughts.
I recoiled in astonishment.
"How can you speak to me?"
"Because you carry within you a memory that our people believed had been lost."
The monitors inside my capsule suddenly illuminated.
My mermaid silhouette glowed brilliantly, surrounded by spiraling strands of luminous genetic information.
Then another image appeared within the blue sphere.
A small mermaid child floated peacefully inside a crystalline chamber filled with shimmering seawater.
The child had my eyes.
I felt my breath catch.
"Thaléon ... is that me?"
My guardian remained silent.
Maelira approached the sphere.
"That image belongs to the oldest surviving records of Mu. Its meaning has been concealed for a very long time."
"Then tell me what it means!"
My voice trembled with an emotion I could scarcely control.
"Please. I have traveled farther than I ever imagined possible. I have left the oceans I love, descended through rivers of molten rock, and entered a civilization that should not exist. Surely I deserve to know who I am."
Maelira lowered her head.
"You do, Rebecca."
"Then why won't you tell me?"
"Because there are memories that cannot be understood until the consciousness receiving them is ready."
I felt a sudden surge of anger.
"Ready? Who decides when I am ready? You? The Council? Thaléon?"
For the first time, the magnificent chamber fell silent.
I looked toward the seven Elyndra.
"Did your people create me?"
Maelira's expression softened.
"No, Rebecca. But our ancestors helped preserve the possibilities from which your existence emerged."
"That sounds very much like the same thing."
"It is not. Your life is your own. Your choices have always belonged to you."
"Then perhaps you should have trusted me with the truth."
Maelira studied me for a long moment.
"Perhaps we should have."
Her answer surprised me.
I had expected explanations, evasions, perhaps even commands. Instead, this extraordinary woman had acknowledged something I had scarcely dared to believe.
That the ancient guardians of Earth might themselves have made mistakes.
I turned away, gazing toward the magnificent city beyond my capsule.
Millions of lives surrounded me. Extraordinary beings whose civilization had endured unimaginable hardship, who had survived the destruction of their ancestral world and built a magnificent sanctuary within the heart of another.
Yet I could not surrender the one thing that made my existence meaningful.
My freedom.
Whatever ancient science had influenced my origins, whatever memories slept within my blood, I was still Becky Kénaan.
I was the mermaid who loved the Pacific, who swam beside the great whales, who delighted in the smallest wonders of the sea.
And no civilization, however magnificent, could claim ownership of my soul.
I turned back toward Maelira.
"If I am to help your people, I must do so because I choose to. Not because of something your ancestors placed within me."
Maelira smiled.
"That, Rebecca, is precisely why you may succeed where others failed."
The great sphere suddenly brightened.
An image of Earth appeared once more, surrounded by an immense protective lattice of brilliant blue energy.
But beyond the outer planets, several small points of darkness were moving toward the inner solar system.
Thaléon's expression changed.
"The Vharakai," he whispered.
"They're coming back?"
"Yes."
The seven Elyndra raised their hands, and three immense structures appeared within the holographic image of Earth.
"The planetary defense network has three principal guardians," Thaléon explained. "The Thalori maintain our passageways and communications. The Vaelori preserve our biological knowledge and the ancient inheritance of Mu. The Kharadyn command the gravitational shields and defensive vessels protecting this sanctuary."
"And the Elyndra?"
"They alone can authorize the awakening of the Great Shield."
I looked toward the seven magnificent beings.
"Then why haven't they activated it?"
Maelira answered.
"Because its central consciousness was severed during the destruction of Mu. The living connection between the oceans and the planetary defense network has remained incomplete ever since."
She paused.
"And we believe you may be capable of restoring it."
I stared at her.
"Me?"
"Your physiology contains patterns that correspond to the ancient Guardians of Mu. Your biological memory has already responded to the Great Sphere."
I looked down at my shimmering tail.
For the first time, I wondered whether the extraordinary beauty of my mermaid form concealed abilities far beyond anything I had imagined.
"And if I refuse?"
Maelira regarded me quietly.
"Then you will remain free to return to the oceans you love."
I studied her face.
"And Earth?"
"The Kharadyn will defend it with every resource our civilization possesses."
"Even if they cannot win?"
"Even then."
I looked beyond the crystalline platform toward the magnificent city.
I thought of the Pacific Ocean far above us, of its coral gardens, its dolphins, and the great whales whose songs had accompanied me through countless journeys.
I thought of the people living along its shores, unaware that a terrible danger might already be approaching their world.
And I felt frightened.
Terribly frightened.
But beneath that fear, another feeling began to emerge.
Not destiny.
Not obedience.
Responsibility.
"Then I will listen," I said quietly. "I will learn what I can. But I make no promises until I understand what you are asking of me."
Maelira bowed her head.
"That is all we ask."
Suddenly, the blue sphere erupted in a brilliant flash.
A deep vibration passed through the ceremonial platform, and the magnificent crystalline towers trembled beneath an invisible wave of energy.
The monitors inside my transporter flashed crimson.
Thaléon's luminous figure turned sharply toward the instruments.
"What is happening?" I cried.
"The outer surveillance lattice," he answered. "Something has crossed its boundary."
The sphere transformed into an image of the distant Pacific Ocean.
Deep beneath its surface, near the ancient ruins of Mu, an enormous black object had appeared.
It was not a submarine.
It was not a creature of the sea.
It was a vessel.
Across its dark metallic surface glowed the unmistakable symbols of the Vharakai.
Maelira turned toward me.
"Rebecca, the enemy has not merely returned to Earth."
Her voice trembled.
"They have come looking for you."
For one terrible moment, the magnificent city seemed to fall silent.
I pressed my hand against the crystalline wall of my transporter, staring at the dark vessel suspended above the ruins of Mu.
Somewhere within the ancient memories awakening inside me, I heard a woman's voice whisper a single word.
"Remember."
And suddenly, I understood that my journey into the heart of the Earth had only just begun.
"I had descended into the heart of the Earth searching for the truth of my existence. Instead, I discovered that the fate of the world above might depend upon the choices I had yet to make." - Becky Kénaan
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To be continued — Chapter IV: The Shadow Beneath Mu
Happily, still in existence (well on the record at least), coming up as SORN and without MOT since early 2019.
There has been a recorded V5 issue in 2017 which could correspond with a keeper change, however it could be a case of the long term owner having a house move etc....
Not even 80k covered, so low mileage for a commercial vehicle, which helps.
My head is currently spinning and my heart is soaring (and my body is catching up on sleep when my brain allows it). Life has been full of adventures lately, with more to come. Travelling down and up the west coast, meeting so many kind and beautiful people whom I believe will be lifelong friends, witnessing the beauty that is in creation and the mountains, valleys, fields, forests, ocean, sun, fog, and starry night skies... Life is a blessing, friends. All I want to do is just hold tight to this positive mindset, chase the opportunities being presented, love absolutely everyone I meet, view life and its ups and downs as an adventure, attempt to ignore (or face) my fears, and trust in something bigger through it all.
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Of course I will hurt you. Of course you will hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
• Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
“Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness. Unfortunately the happiness is there. There is always the chance (about eight hundred and fifty to one) that another heart will come to mine. I can't help hoping, and keeping faith, and loving beauty. Quite frequently I am not so miserable as it would be wise to be.” ~ T.H. White
Esta obra es hecha a mano con papel!
Work manufactured manually with paper
siempre se puede seleccionar y procesar con la misma precisión y cuidado. Para la exposición en el Museo Kallmann, creó una nueva instalación de sala que lleva a los visitantes a una esfera aislada y cuestiona nuestra frágil existencia en un mundo que estamos cambiando y destruyendo cada vez más a través de nuestras intervenciones. En otra instalación a gran escala, Lena von Goedeke coloca botas de arcilla frente a una perspectiva de paisaje ártico, de la que rezuma tinta, creando una imagen impresionante de cómo el permafrost se está derritiendo bajo nuestros pies. Sus cortes de papel de gran formato, hechos a mano con la máxima precisión, examinan a su vez las posibilidades digitales de medir y representar paisajes, en los que complejas estructuras geológicas se reducen a formas poligonales. Sus fotografías de formaciones de paisajes ambiguos cuestionan la apropiación visual de la naturaleza, especialmente en un paisaje como el Ártico, para el que los propios sensores del cuerpo son solo rudimentarios. Lena von Goedeke, nacida en Duisburg en 1983, estudió en Münster, Trondheim y Düsseldorf. Ha recibido varios premios y becas, incluido el Premio de Arte DEW21 en Dortmund en 2018. Ese mismo año participó en la residencia del Círculo Polar Ártico y navegó por las aguas árticas en el histórico velero "Antigua" durante tres semanas. Sus obras se han expuesto en el Museum Kunstpalast Düsseldorf, en la Dortmund U, en el Bochumer Kunstverein, en el Kunsthalle Münster y en el Marta Herford. Las obras de Lena von Goedekes son a través de ella
it can always be selected and processed with the same precision and care. For the exhibition at the Kallmann Museum, he created a new hall installation that takes visitors into an isolated sphere and questions our fragile existence in a world that we are increasingly changing and destroying through our interventions. In another large-scale installation, Lena von Goedeke places clay boots in front of an arctic landscape perspective, from which she oozes ink, creating a stunning image of how the permafrost is melting under our feet. The large-format paper cuts of it, handcrafted with the utmost precision, in turn examine the digital possibilities of measuring and representing landscapes, in which complex geological structures are reduced to polygonal shapes. Her photographs of ambiguous landscape formations question the visual appropriation of nature, especially in a landscape like the Arctic, for which the body's own sensors are only rudimentary. Lena von Goedeke, born in Duisburg in 1983, studied in Münster, Trondheim and Düsseldorf. She has received several awards and scholarships, including the DEW21 Art Prize in Dortmund in 2018. That same year she participated in the Arctic Circle residency and sailed through the Arctic waters on the historic sailboat "Antigua" for three weeks. Her works have been exhibited at the Museum Kunstpalast Düsseldorf, at Dortmund U, at the Bochumer Kunstverein, at the Kunsthalle Münster and at the Marta Herford. Lena von Goedekes's works are through her