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a shamanic journey to the dark side of the moon .. if you bring enough inner light along with you the whole thing lights up ...
There seems to be what looks like a poetic cow down there in a crater ringing it's bell ....
this is the first of my 12 jewels
thank you * too blessed to be depressed * for inspiring it and let me think about my own :-)
Oh and I am not very happy with that first one but I had to start somewhere... Don't be mad :-\
Another oldie from Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta.
No big deal, just prepping candidates for next years "digital paintbrush" calendar.
(more balloons at this link)
I've got nothing to say about this except, Brrrr. It was cold out there today!
Hand held from on top of a dune with 23mph wind gusts.
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The 2 persons represented are my dear friends
Dominika Timoszuk and Leszek Boltruczuk.
Dominika graduated in law and got a master degree
in criminology. However, she is rather interested in arts and
literature. She also loves music and sings in her rockband
and sometimes writes about life observations.
Visit Dominika's great blog: "Inner Light"
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For more information about my art: info@benheine.com
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Dreamy Invader
By Dominika Timoszuk
You and You
always in my dreams
Real, so real
only when I sleep
Close, too close
makes me feel afraid
That my whisper
will reveal
will betray
that You were here
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All the poems posted here are by Dominika Timoszuk.
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Under my skin
By Dominika Timoszuk
Nothing new under my skin:
Blood perversely rushes through veins
Every move strains my muscles
Every heartbeat closes Death.
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Nirvana of Mine
By Dominika Timoszuk
A thoughtless moment-
joyful nonexistance
With no past behind me-
laugh at ego persistence.
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I'm every woman
By Dominika Timoszuk
I'm every woman
Craving for attention
Sweet lies
not to mention
A walking contradiction
Within just one month
Anything can happen
That is woman's life.
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Against Disabilism
By Dominika Timoszuk
Come in handy Handicapped
Show us how to treasure
What we take for granted
Without having a measure
For we can walk
and march for war
For we can speak
but tell all lies
Handicapped we are
Though having all we need
With no compasion- mentally ill
Looking so fine- rotten underneath
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Sweet Dreaming
By Dominika Timoszuk
Again-the dreaming-
And that sweet, sweet feeling
when the dream slips woken mind.
And moment of truth
You're gone, no more us-two
And again I'm all alone.
A banal cliché
Fatal anyway
I'm killing the dream
Stuck in reality.
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Provoking Myself
By Dominika Timoszuk
I dreamt of hugging that made me shiver
I dreamt of sucking that made me blush
I dreamt of licking that made me give her
the whole small prudish world of mine
And then I woke up and right beside me
There was she lying stark naked, so pleased
And realised it wasn't just dreaming
And here I go- a totally new Me.
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Wind in my Hair
By Dominika Timoszuk
Wind in my hair
Euphemism today
Can't blame the wind
It's blowing like hell
Drops from the sky
Euphemism once more
Can't blame the rain
It wets me to the core.
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Long ago
By Dominika Timoszuk
When the past comes back
And gets sitted right beside You
Then you realise
That it is all behind You
And the words he says don't hurt
Though they still make melody
Though the looks can't deceive
No they can't, indeed!
And though moment gets me stuck
In- between realities
There's no place for regrets
Only pleasure memories
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The Verses from the Bus
By Dominika Timoszuk
The fragility of Fate!
Though Fate seems so grave
That's just an illusion
The mix, the fusion
Of impossibility
Of ridiculous
The mingle of you and me
Sweet, sour, loving, mean
Exaggeration, duration
Of our small nation
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While drunk...
By Dominika Timoszuk
Drunk in my mind
Physically sober
That is my way
to survive October
Soon to come winter
Freezes my cheer
Leaves cover my bed
Need You to warm me Dear
I deeply hope
Like nature blooms
That in the spring
I'll also do
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The Handicapped
By Dominika Timoszuk
Come in handy Handicapped
Show us how to treasure
What we take for granted
Without having a measure
For we can walk
and march for war
For we can speak
but tell all lies
Handicapped we are
Though having all we need
With no compasion- mentally ill
Looking so fine- rotten underneath
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Sad Conclusion
By Dominika Timoszuk
Don't worry, be happy
Friday the Thirteenth
Nothing bad can happen
Except for this:
You spill the milk all over
You crush Your shiny Rover
You really deadly miss her
You stain your favourite T-shirt
Don't worry, be happy
Saturday- Fourteenth
Nothing bad will happen
Except for this:
You...
On and on all over
Like on the carousel
Life chases destiny
Through triviality...
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The Greed
By Dominika Timoszuk
Oh, God's little malice
Forbiding the greed
When it's all people's nature
The craving for life
To grab it and taste it
With their mouths full
They mumble sinning
always yearn for more
Insatiable desire
Never to be fullfilled
But that urge lasts forever
But that is all in vain.
From march 7 through march 10th all galleries in Königswinter opened their doors... this is my first time to do so here. The "official" inauguration of my exhibition will be in may though. It's an interesting experience to have your own photographs hanging all around ;-) Lizanne (lizannes_lightpaintings here on flickr) joined me with some of her works, too.
Werner (poetry & truth) came over visiting... here you will find some more photographs: flickr.com/photos/poetry-and-truth/2318567431/
Thank you sooo much for all your best wishes to get well again!
I am still a little weary... haven't had a migrane like this for ages.
On my morning walk I found these two healing plants... St. John's wort
and Calendula (next pic). It is a real cloudy and dark morning, I was
marvelled by the intense inner light of these flowers.
To all my wonderful Flickr friends my best wishes for a blessed
and wonderful Easter holiday! I will be away for some days... just
might have a little glimpse into flickr one in a while......
Corpo iluminado
De que túnel de que árvore
De que zero de remorso
De que rasura do vento
De que núpcias de mármore
De que fresta de que pórtico
SaÃste neste momento
Para que praia que porto
Que fugitiva garupa
Que torre desconhecida
Que mãos que braços que rosto
Que tempestade difusa
Te encontras já de partida
Não és de nenhum sossego
Vives no gume do ser
Na fronteira do devir
E assim me tornas eu mesma
Entre nascer e morrer
Entre chegar e partir*
voice: Christina Branco
poem: David Mourão Ferreira
Enlightened Body
From what tunnel which tree
What zero of remorse
What whipping of the wind
What nuptials of marble
From what cleft which portico
Did you come out right now
To which beach which port
What fleeing rump
What unknown tower
Which hands which arms which face
To what formless storm
Are you now setting forth?
You belong to no serenity
You live on the cutting edge of being
On the border of what is to come
And thus you turn me into myself
Between being born and dying
Between arriving and departing
Listen to Cristina Branco & Conjunto Ibérico:
Georges de La Tour, né et baptisé le 14 mars 1593 à Vic-sur-Seille et mort le 30 janvier 1652 à Lunéville, est un peintre lorrain. Artiste au confluent des cultures nordique, italienne et française, contemporain de Jacques Callot et des frères Le Nain, La Tour est un observateur pénétrant de la réalité quotidienne.
La fillette au brasero (1646–1648), fin de la carrière de l’artiste.
Huile sur Toile
Collections du Louvre Abu Dhabi, Abu Dhabi
Exposition
Georges de La Tour
"Entre ombre et lumière"
Du 11 septembre 2025 au 25 janvier 2026
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Les dimensions approximatives publiées sont ~76 × 55 cm
Description visuelle immédiate
La toile montre une jeune fille de profil, penchée au-dessus d’un petit brasero ; elle souffle sur les braises ou y dépose quelque matière (on voit des étincelles/une lueur vive). Le fond est quasiment noir : seule la lumière chaude du feu modèle le visage, le cou et la main de l’enfant, créant un clair-obscur très appuyé. Les contours sont nets et la palette limitée tons ocres, bruns, rehauts chauds sur le visage et la robe ce qui concentre toute l’attention sur l’acte simple et intime.
Le traitement de la lumière (clef de lecture)
La caractéristique la plus forte est l’usage dramatique de la lumière interne (source lumineuse visible le feu) : la flamme sculpte le visage en demi-teinte, créant des transitions subtiles entre la lueur orange et l’ombre froide. Ce procédé rapproche La Tour de la veine caravagesque (mise en scène du clair-obscur), mais il faut souligner que son maniement de la lumière est plus intime et méditatif que celui de Caravage moins de mouvement, plus d’intériorité. La lumière ici fonctionne à la fois comme moteur plastique (modelé, volume) et comme symbole (révélation, attention intérieure, fragilité humaine).
Iconographie et interprétations possibles
Scène domestique vs allégorie : au premier degré, c’est une scène simple une enfant qui chauffe ou soufflette des braises. Mais comme chez La Tour, le quotidien peut tendre vers l’allégorie : la flamme peut évoquer la vie, la conscience, l’attention ou la piété silencieuse.
Le souffle : acte de souffler relie souffle vital / respiration (symbolique de l’âme) à la maintenance du feu (énergie, esprit).
Silence et contemplation : l’expression retenue de la fillette et l’isolement visuel évoquent la concentration, presque une prière laïque.
Style, datation et influences
Datation : œuvre tardive (milieu des années 1640) on y reconnaît la maturité stylistique de La Tour : économie de moyens, composition dépouillée, lumière intériorisée.
Influences : influences caravagesques (clair-obscur), mais aussi une affinité avec l’économie picturale et la gravité morale propre à La Tour. Certains chercheurs notent aussi des rapprochements thématiques/techniques avec Rembrandt (usage psychologique de la lumière), sans que La Tour ne soit un simple imitateur.
Composition et technique
La composition est resserrée : figure en buste sur fond noir, plans réduits à l’essentiel. Le peintre isole la silhouette, supprime les détails superflus (meubles, décor), ce qui intensifie l’impact. La touche est lisse, la modulation tonale subtile : on sent la maîtrise de l’huile pour rendre les transitions de la chair sous la lumière chaude. Le choix d’un cadrage proche donne un effet de portrait-épreuve, très personnel.
Provenance et histoire récente
L’œuvre réapparaît dans des ventes et a été acquise pour le Louvre Abu Dhabi en 2020 (enchère Lempertz ; inventaire LAD 2020.122). Depuis, elle a circulé dans des expositions dédiées à La Tour (prêts à des musées européens). Sa « redécouverte » et son entrée dans une grande collection internationale ont relancé l’intérêt critique pour cette pièce.
Comparaisons utiles
Comparez-la avec d’autres œuvres de Georges de La Tour sur le thème de la lumière interne : Le Souffleur à la lampe ou Jeune garçon au ciboire (variantes de scènes où une source lumineuse intime structure toute la composition). Ces parallèles montrent la constance du thème chez l’artiste : la lumière comme révélateur moral et sculptural.
Lecture finale (synthèse)
La Fillette au brasero est un parfait exemple de la poétique de Georges de La Tour : un tableau minimaliste en moyens mais maximaliste en effets où la lumière intériorisée transforme une scène quotidienne en expérience contemplative. Techniquement impeccable et symboliquement dense, il illustre la capacité du peintre à mêler sobriété formelle et profondeur émotionnelle.
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UNIQUEMENT POUR LE PLAISIR DES YEUX.
Originally I only wanted to take some portraits of the wonderful purple
wisteria flowers......when I discovered its leaves through my macrolens!
They are so soft 'n hairy! So I am using the flowers only as the backround
painting....or bokeh.
... for Hannah
On wednesday early evening a 14 year old girl - Hannah - of our very close neighbourhood disappeared.... on her way from the subway to her 400 meters close parents house. There was a huge Police search around... with no traces of her at all. We are all shocked about this happening. This is my sign of hope that she still is alive and will return to her family soon. Many of her schoolmates are helping with the search... koenigswinter.cjd.de/public/home/index.php
For the Textures Only Competition.
www.flickr.com/groups/textures_only/discuss/7215761397360...
Original image from Rene Ehrhardt.
www.flickr.com/photos/rene_ehrhardt/2390754091/
Model by Karl Eschenbach. Thank you!
www.flickr.com/photos/karl_eschenbach/3277162399/
Conch from Droid. www.flickr.com/photos/lecates/448714495/
Seagulls texture from Cliffordsax. Thank you!
www.flickr.com/photos/cliffordsax/2799257665/
Brushes from www.obsidiandawn.com
Needed to refresh my sight with some "cold" colors after all this red, orange, yellow, brown autmnal colors...
Català :
Hi ha instants en què el vidre no separa, sinó que uneix. La ciutat brilla fora, però és dins on la llum parla en veu baixa. Una dona llegeix, immersa en el seu món, mentre els reflexos barregen arbres, quadres i pensaments. Potser no mirem a través del vidre, sinó cap endins.
Castellano:
Hay momentos en los que el cristal no separa, sino que une. La ciudad resplandece fuera, pero es dentro donde la luz susurra. Una mujer lee, inmersa en su propio mundo, mientras los reflejos mezclan árboles, cuadros y pensamientos. Tal vez no miramos a través del vidrio, sino hacia dentro.
English:
There are moments when glass doesn’t divide — it connects. The city glows outside, but it’s inside where the light whispers. A woman reads, absorbed in her own world, while reflections blend trees, artwork, and thoughts. Perhaps we’re not looking through the window, but inward.