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After years of visiting him at Anastacia's, I realized that I would be absolutely heartbroken if this marionette ever sold. So now he's mine. ❤️❤️❤️ I'm going to make some very small repairs so that he can hang on his own strings. I might also stitch up his suit and make him some arms to wear since his are missing (He has a gorgeous wooden body, I would not permanently attach them.) He's pretty fantastic already, of course. Look at his controls! He's going to be the patron saint of my studio.
This capture was taken last night.I have no idea why I wanted to do this black lines on my face,but that idea kept me from sleeping.All I knew was I had to do it and be very very sad while I was "wearing"that makeup on.Today when I got up,I decided to check out how it looks and I couldn't keep it in my laptop not to be seen.That look in my eyes seems so deeply melancholic that I would regret it if I wouldn't let you judge it.
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As if one heartbreak wasn't enough, we lost our beautiful Isis just 10 days after her mate of 11 years, Zenda, died.
We are all beyond devastated as we try to make sense of what has happened. My personal opinion is Isis was terribly heartbroken over the loss of her mate.
The King and Queen are together forever in Heaven. Please keep the zoo keepers, docents and staff in your heart as we try and process our grief.
Here is the press release:
The Chicago Zoological Society staff is devastated to announce the sudden loss of our female African lion, Isis. Her death comes less than two weeks after the loss of her mate Zenda, Brookfield Zoo’s male African lion, who was euthanized due to age-related issues that impacted his quality of life.
Animal care staff checked on 14-year-old Isis in her outdoor habitat yesterday morning shortly after 9:00 a.m. and all appeared normal. However, upon revisiting the habitat a short time later, she was observed laying on the floor of the moat. Although not witnessed, it appears that Isis fell and was injured. Despite the immediate and intensive treatment provided by the veterinary staff, Isis sustained significant injuries and the difficult decision was made to humanely euthanize her today.
The safety and well-being of the animals in our care is our utmost priority. Although it is unclear what caused her fall, we are reviewing all aspects of this tragic occurrence.
Both Isis and Zenda arrived at Brookfield Zoo in May 2008. They could often be seen grooming one another and sleeping together. Isis and Zenda were majestic animals who had a strong bond. The animal care staff, who dedicated their lives to care for these charismatic lions, are heartbroken by their loss.
Llanddwyn Island is named after St Dwynwen, the Welsh patron saint of lovers. Legend has it that she was spurned by a prince and retreated heartbroken to the island. There she was granted three wishes, and asked to be given the power to grant the wishes of true lovers.
There have been two zoo animals that I have felt a strong connection with, the first was Bandit. I met her in 1995 at the National Zoo. There was something about that first meeting that I knew she would be a favorite. She was just that special.
People have asked me why I chose the name ucumari, it comes from "ucumari, bear with mystical power" from her native land.
Bandit will be greatly missed, no zoo will ever be the same for me.
Please take a moment and view more photos of Bandit
To read the eulogy of this special bear, see Bandit
Thank you...
On the first page of our story
the future seemed so bright
then this thing turned out so evil
I don’t know why I’m still surprised
even angels have their wicked schemes
and you take that to new extremes
but you’ll always be my hero
even though you’ve lost your mind.
This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face
smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction
hush baby, speak softly, tell me that you're awfully sorry.
musesyndrome_ has said it, and I couldn't agree more with her. It is very difficult to get self-portraits!! I know this is completely different from the others happy-concepts pictures, but I was really inspired by this song when I made this photograph. Also, one of the reasons, it's because I'm a huge fan of Eminem since I was eleven years old. My best times.
Had to work a lot in the postwork. Hope you like it!!!
One of my dogs went away and I can't find him. I'll die if he doesn't show up. I miss him, I need him. God.
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Out on bail, fresh out of jail, and California dreamin’ Ghetto Frida is back. The controversial artist agreed to another exclusive interview with El Rio on the condition that he pay her bail. Join us as El Rio catches up with Ghetto Frida and discovers the real reason she became “Ghetto.”
What’s good Ghetto Frida? What did the cops get you for this time?
Aw shit, I’m not going to even lie, I was faded as fuck. I was rocking the 40 oz. and off a fistful of thizz pills. Tina Modotti dared my ass to take Diego’s car and ghostride it down Crenshaw. I was dancing next to the whip when the police popped up behind me and put their hands on me. I started swinging and dropped one of them before they maced me and put me in cuffs. I think there was a COPS camera crew with them.
Let’s get down to business. When did you decide to start calling yourself Ghetto Frida? What was the turning point?
I was in the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art; Diego and I have some pieces in their permanent collection. I was watching this young kid who was looking at one of my paintings, I walked up to him and asked him who his favorite artist was. He said, “My favorite artist? 50 Cent is my favorite artist.” When I asked him why he replied, “When he was in the ghetto, 50 Cent was shot 9 times and survived!”
This kid didn’t know who I was but he knew 50 Cent ‘cause he had been shot 9 times. I thought to myself. “Being shot ain’t shit, the pain of my streetcar accident is on a whole other level. Why doesn’t he know who I am?” I knew I had to do something to make myself relevant, to change my image, and reconnect with the people. I’ve been steady mobbin’ ever since.
Not everyone has supported your transition into Ghetto Frida. Matthew Barney was very outspoken in criticizing you for the move.
And look what happened to him. Me and Trotsky rolled onto the set of the latest Cremaster movie and broke him off a piece of my response. I handed out one of the illest chin checks you’ll ever see that day; it was sick. I felt a little bad because the dude obviously couldn’t scrap, but you know the name of the game when you call out Ghetto Frida, I’m fo’ real.
How do you define your ghettoness? You tend to handle your biz on the violent tip, why not call yourself Gangster Frida?
Being gangster is about what you do for money and I don’t do this shit for money. On the real, I’ve gotten offers to create my own clothing line, my own shoe line, but I don’t get down like that. I’m tired of these so-called street artists making $80.00 t-shirts and claiming that they’re still down with the block. The streets is poor and it ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none. Those fools need to sit the fuck down and get their shit straight before I revoke their ghetto passes. You have your own line of shirts from Upper Playground, shoes by Reebok, or a limited edition vinyl toy from Japan? That ain’t shit to me. Ghetto Frida’s not jockin’ no clothing companies, gallery owners, or art dealers. You want that noise? Go hit up the latest issue of Juxtapoz and see who’s on their nutsack this month.
Damn! Get out the pooper scooper because Ghetto Frida is talkin’ shit!
That’s right, talkin’ that shit ‘cause I back it up! Ain’t no other artist that’s true to the game like Ghetto Frida. So how can I take money from my peoples like that?
But what if your fans want to show that they’re down with you? Why not make some shirts or kicks?
You wanna be down with Ghetto Frida? Take your ass to the gallery and peep my shit. I’m not down with capitalism but I’m making money. My shit sells ‘cause it’s banging.
All right Ghetto Frida, good looking out. I’ll catch you on the next episode.
Thanks for payin’ my bail. Just remember, when it comes to Ghetto Frida, you either ride with me or you collide with me. Look at me, there’s no Jacob on my wrist because that’s not what I’m about, but I will find time to knock your favorite artist out. You know how I do.
They story about Meredith Emerson has been weighing heavily on my mind for the past week. It's such a sad and tragic story. I can't even imagine how heartbroken her family and friends must be feeling.
As a female who loves both the outdoors and solitude, I've often wondered if it's safe for me to be out there alone. Right now, I'll go lots of places by myself - but I stick to the roads and the populated areas. Beyond a couple very short strolls down well-traveled fire roads, I've never really hiked by myself. I put my personal safety before the luxury of real solitude.
But lots of times when I've been out hiking with family or friends, we'll encounter a lone hiker... almost always male. I can't help but feel a little jealous that they get to enjoy that solitude without worrying that some psychotic man is going to kidnap and murder them. It's always felt unfair to me that, as a female, solitude comes with the price of added danger. I know that hiking alone is not really safe for anyone (you could get injured, lost, etc), but as a woman I think it carries even more peril. And as sad as it makes me, maybe it's just not worth the risk.
365/6 Moments 2012 Now and then things really are crystal clear. It just so happens that it isn't often!
In the ruined chapel at St.Declan's Well there is a makeshift grotto where people have left memorial cards of deceased loved ones and light candles and say prayers. A simple but poignant tribute. I found this particular one quite sad as it obviously was a young boy just past his seventh birthday and the photos were all of a happy child,
I found the following information on the internet.
O’Donovan Luke (Ballymacoda) on April 18th 2014 in the tender care of the staff of I.T.U., Cork University Hospital following a tragic accident. Precious son of Jo (nee Sexton) and Stephen. Sadly missed and lovingly remembered by his heartbroken parents, Nan Sarah, uncles, aunts, cousins, relatives, neighbours and friends.
And I sort of wanted to link to that song for amusement purposes, but I will refrain.
No worries - my heart is happy! It is Friday!
tgif, friends.
This is Eudoxia and her new baby Carlo. He was born on January 7th.
Our family of Coquerel Sifakas (type of lemur) , is on loan to Philadelphia Zoo from Duke University, where they are doing an ongoing study of these guys and funding their breeding program.
Some sad news to report. Back in February of 2011, Eudoxia and her mate Zeno, gave birth to little baby Polamalu. (I have pictures of him, somewhere back in my photostream).
Sadly, this past fall daddy Zeno unexpectedly passed away. An autopsy reveled that he had some kind of genetically passed disease. After his passing it was discovered that Eudroxia was pregnant with Carlos, which offered some small measure of joy, after the loss of dear Zeno. Unfortunately, Polamatu also developed the disease and suddenly died. We were all majorly heartbroken.
Let's all say a prayer that little Carlo will be spared, and live a long and healthy life.
Original art by Lisa Betournay. #fineart #painting #skeleton #skeletonart #darkart #heartbroken #skeletonpainting #acrylic #acrylicpainting #surrealism #brokenheartpainting #sadskeleton
Tagged by Katherine!
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?- Taken and loving it.
What are you looking forward to in the next week?- Finishing filming my documentary and starting as a 2nd camera assistant on a film set!
What if I told you that you were pretty?- Stick my tongue out at you.
Do you want to be single?- Much as I love being single (that was unsarcastic, believe me, I love it!) I'm so in love with my boyfriend I wouldn't want it any other way.
Have you pretended to like someone?- No. I'm a very honest person, and I find it very hard to dislike anyone anyway.
Is it hard for you to get over someone?- I think I get over everything very poorly.
What would you name your future daughter?- I like the name Marianne for a girl and Devendra for a boy. Not that I'm planning kids!
Are you good at hiding your feelings?- To most people, but the people who know me best can also read me the best.
Are you listening to music right now?- A playlist, currently playing Chemical, Chemical by Pretty Girls Make Graves.
How is your heart lately?- Beating faster and faster by the day.
Are you wearing socks?-No, I couldn't find any! I swear there is a sock thief near us who steals them off the line!
What do people call you?- Most people call me Becky, Bex or Beck, when I'm in trouble my parents call me Rebecca, my brother has me in his phone as 'Bechio Skandar-lar the Third', my friend Lizzie calls me 'Becky Blue' and my friend Rob and my brother and parents often refer to me as 'The Blue One', which I don't really mind.
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?- Some couples are joint at the hip. We are joint at two opposite ends of a phone line.
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?- Yesterday.
Do you get stressed out easily?- Stressed? Moi? Never. *shifty eyes*
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?- The boyfriend, my mother, my brother.
What is on your wrists right now?- A bracelet with alphabet beads spelling 'te amo' that my boyfriend gave me on valentines day and I haven't taken off since, with a whole load of massive Topman bracelets, woven and wooden.
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?- I hail from Hereford. I adore cider. I'm one month off the legal drinking age. Take a wild guess ;P
Are you a good artist?- I'd like to think so, though I haven't taken a lesson since I was about 14.
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?- Not even slightly, I was in a bad way.
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who? - What was I saying about Chris and I on the phone? I guess the latest was between 7 in the evening and half past 3 in the morning.
Do you use chap stick? - Burt's Bees pomegranate, every day, is that close enough?
Do you have a little sister? - No. A sixteen year old brother.
Have you hugged someone within the last week? - I've been at a charity called Working Together, where the members are so friendly they just hug me all the time!
What were you doing at midnight last night? Saying goodnight to Chris. I stayed at his :D
Have you ever regretted kissing someone? -No. Absolutely never.
Were your last three kisses from the same person? -Yes! The last hundred and three!
Will next Friday be a good one? -I don't know yet! The future is a mystery to me!
A depressed person has a mind that bleeds from the infinite thoughts and worries.No one could ever understand the pain and at the same time the strength people who suffer from it have to deal with,every second of every hour of every single day.
It's never too late to spit that venom from your mind through your words.It's never too late to let yourself slide piece by piece into the light again!
We should find the time to sit down and just listen.Try to help when we are asked to,there is no way we can understand how hard it might be to be strong enough to ask for help when you are at this condition.
for A.
(thank you Art. for helping me)
Guardian angel at Pripyat.
All source material courtesy of Marcus Ranum
Created for Marcus Ranum Challenge #138