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Acrylic on paper, 50x40cm. finished on 15-3-2020. painted when I was kinda insecure about a certain situation. Seems IT payed of this time. while I am not in favor of Insecurity ☺️
Model: Krystal Marston
p.s. Flickr recommends the images in my group the Little Select Gallery of Eclectic Visual Poetry. Please see why.
If you click on the image and look close, you will see that the various metal parts were clearly hand-made.
Wow.
Being "insecurely secured" is, in this case, actually a good sign. This is the closure of a barn door. It is right next to where the farm family offers products of their labors to the public. The fresh flowers, fruit, vegetables, etc. are sold via an honor system. Prices are displayed for each product. You take what you want, add up your bill, and drop money into a little locked box.
The barn and its outdoor sales area are not on the main road, so there is potentially an opportunity for theft and worse. It apparently happens rarely if at all; an encouraging sign in our troubled times.
Location: Village of Oetlingen, District of Lörrach, Baden-Württemberg DE.
In my album: Dan^s Doors and Gates.
Im going through some stuff I don’t want to spill all of it here … but at the wedding yesterday seeing that x with a new girlfriend brought up allot of insecurities. She didn’t look that hot I looked allot better and the minute my ego saw that and kept on reaping it in my head I realized how insecure I really am. And it also brought to my attention that again I met a man that loves me but isn’t with me. And that made me very very sad.
I don’t get it … I get it but I don’t get it.
I never thought meeting my man would fix my life or fix my insecurities never! I actually knew that the one who will be my man will be the one I will struggle with the most cause when its that special it doesn’t come easily you are always tested to see if you appreciate it and if you are worthy of it. Maybe he doesn’t know he is yet… I don’t know…
I just don’t understand what I am suppose to do with my self now… I really don’t.
The Lobster's Advice
One day, while fishing by the sea,
I heard a whisper close to me
And turning round upon my chair
I saw a Lobster standing there,
Proudly preening without pause
His long white whiskers with his claws.
He said, "Young man, your rod and line,
Though baited well, and looking fine,
Will never do if you would find
The sort of fish you have in mind.
For those that come to you allure
May pretty seem, but insecure -
They sparkle now with colours gay
Which, by tomorrow, fade away.
The kind of fish you're looking for
Are well-concealed upon the floor;
They will not rise to take your bait
However long you lie in wait.
You have to seek them out yourself
Upon some underwater shelf,
Beneath the water's pastel blues,
Through shoals of fish of rainbow hues,
Past coral forests, green and red,
And there, upon a muddy bed
Among the hazards - sharks and rays
And moray eels with eyes ablaze -
An object unpretentious lies.
The oyster is your worthy prize.
Her outside may be rough and plain
And yet inside, an unseen gain -
A pearl of wisdom, faithful stone
That may forever hold her own
Above the fish of fickle fin;
Which proves that beauty lies within;
So take, young man, advice from me -
Look deeper down than first you see".
The Lobster seemed to fade from sight
As I woke up; but was he right?
Laurence Swift 1976
Written on the Red Sea coast of Yemen.
Printed in the local UN "Fishy News".
A crumbling seat in the lawn. Bokeh shot with the F5 and the Neopan Acros 100. An old shot from my archive.
NIKON F5, Nikkor 85mm F1.8D, Fujifilm Neopan Across 100, Self-development, Wide Open
I finally caught up with Joey, sitting quietly at the back of our house. He has become traumatized by his daily feeding of his medicine and supplements that he finds a quiet place to hide from our maid, Saniyem.
Actually our maid is kind towards the cats, especially Joey but she has a rather loud voice and constantly talks on her phone on speaker mode. As a result, he now spends his time at the top of the stairs, afraid to go down. It's either the stairs, in my bedroom, below the cupboard in the porch or back here.
Joey doesn't eat much at any one time but he nibbles every few hours. Sometimes his leftover food gets eaten by Sunny and Cherie, leaving him hungry. Joey doesn't ask for food unless he's extremely famished and by then he would be throwing up stomach acid. 😥
I don't know if his overall kidney health is on the decline but I think he has gained some weight, judging from his looks.
I haven't been active on Flickr lately as Joey is giving me a rather difficult and trying time. It's very frustrating having to second guess what he likes to eat (other than Temptations treats) and his interest in food is waning. 😓
I fear that this might signal his declining health. I do treat his ears at home whenever he gets an itch but I'm trying my best to spare him from another trip to the vet. Joey's been through a lot and he holds the record of having the most number of vet visits and hospitalizations. 😐
These are the first images I have created whilst being at university. The theme I am setting myself for the current module I am working on is intimacy - within taking a photograph and the actual photograph its self.
With these photographs I considered peoples insecurities and wanted this to appear raw. I'm finding it rather difficult for the ideas to manifest but I feel they are on there way - hopefully :)
“El ser cerrado conmigo mismo me provoca mucha negatividad. El candado simboliza mi imposibilidad de mostrarme plenamente como soy. Esta sensación hace que desconfíe de todo el mundo. Mi objetivo es conseguir abrir el candado y poder mostrarme al cien por cien sin temor a lo que puedan pensar los demás.” Oriol.
“Being closed with myself causes me a lot of negativity. The padlock symbolizes my inability to fully show myself as I am. This feeling makes me distrust to everyone. My aim is to open the padlock and being able to be myself without fear of what others may think.” Oriol.
it's taking everything in me
to keep me
inside
me
yelling
at all of you
the insecurities
the words
can you see them
bouncing around on my
tongue?
ugly-
stupid-
awkward-
annoying-
fat-
weird-
lazy-
cheap-
disgusting-
they are block letters
block
words
my tongue hanging out
of my mouth
with these words all
bouncing around
trying not to
get in the way of my teeth
trying not
to fall out
my eyes
rolling back in my
head
my mouth laughing
hair in a blur
and all
you see is
a little girl,
quietly observing you.
i think this is my favorite picture that i've ever taken
more in commments
textures by prareeerica and les brumes
Okay, so i'm going to do my own 52 week thing. hopefully, i will become a better photographer/artist:-)
I couldn't figure out how to crop this, so i used picnik to help w/that part.
1. I tend to have insecurities about the way I look. I especially don't like having my own picture taken, but doesn't everyone have something that they are insecure about? Yet, they don't like to share.... Well I hope that by doing the 52 week thing that I will be able to get past them. So, I've decided to give you bits of information about me w/each picture. Just little thing about me and hopefully you will understand.
For Day 127 of 365. And lyrics. Maybe a random fact later.
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"No One Is To Blame" by Howard Jones
You can look at the menu, but you just can't eat
You can feel the cushion, but you can't have a seat
You can dip your foot in the pool, but you can't have a swim
You can feel the punishment, but you can't commit the sin
And you want her, and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
You can build a mansion, but you just can't live in it
You're the fastest runner but you're not allowed to win
Some break the rules, and let you cut the cost
The insecurity is the thing that won't get lost
And you want her, and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
You can see the summit but you can't reach it
It's the last piece of the puzzle but you just can't make it fit
Doctor says you're cured but you still feel the pain
Aspirations in the clouds but your hopes go down the drain
And you want her, and she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her and she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
No one ever is to blame
No one ever is to blame
This is a poem if wrote for my best friend for chirstmas. seeing as I was so poor I had little else to give. But she has been a rock to me this past year and still is my shoulder to cry on and I love her to pieces. Even though she has her own worries and insecurities she still sticks by me, so I wrote her this, to show her exactly how I feel.
Why dost thou so wound my heart
And kill the think I loved in stride
To match the less than what thou art
‘Tis another form of suicide
If in thine mirror you could see
All I have come to see in thee
How it wounds, as I behold
And see the love-left scars you bare
To see thine own love run so cold
And to never with another share
Time shall always mend thy pain
And thou shalt learn to love again
Yet for you to be bequeathed
To another mortal soul
Search thy pieces deep beneath
And make thee once again a whole
One must to thine own self look
Before thee can another brook.
And should thee need help in this
That’s why, my friend, you have I
I’ll take those pieces thee have missed
And probe them with a careful eye
In the hopes you too will see
All I have come to see in thee.
A goddess sent in human guise
You light the world where you do go
Yes, beauty not only outward lies
But deep within thy very soul
A woman, whose beauty’s fair and true
You’ll find men will always follow you
And I’ve ne’er seen you fight as hard
As when fighting for a needy friend
This unbound loyalty makes thee a star
And why I’ll follow thee till the end.
And best of all, you cannot see
Aught of wrong or fault in me
And to thine talents, take a look
Showcase them with an actors flair
Beautiful words you pen to book
And mellifluous songs to air
Do not discount all you can do
You are amazing, through and through
Thy mind is sharp, thy wits are keen
None shall have thee for a fool
So much more than what you seem
You’ll never be another’s tool
Woe is he, who’s found beset
By your fearsome intellect
And to the last but less then none
The strength that burns inside your heart
Not the kind that lifts in tonnes
But what keeps you going through the dark
You’ve a strength you have not known
But to many, like me, its clearly shown
So when you next chance to brook
Through thine mirrors glassy eye
Take instead a closer look
You shall find you cannot deny
And finally you too can see
All I have come to see in thee
This image speaks to me for many reasons: 1) it speaks of body insecurity, a need to alter how we look and change our physical appearance. 2) My masking with my Autism makes me feel as though I am blending into my surroundings, that I need to do this in order to be accepted. 3) Similarly, the need to fit in, to adapt to my surroundings in order to be accepted, no matter how uncomfortable it may be. 4) Alternatively, feeling different. How we feel like an alien in our everyday.
These are all the ways I connect with this piece, and why I felt the need to create it. How do you connect with it?
‘a conscious decision.’ self portrait, October 2020. With @starryeyedkid95 kindly behind the camera, shot at @shootsatantwerpmansion with their props.
To exlpain these series a little bit...
First, this is a collaboration with my daughter. She actually came up with the idea to photograph a destroyed Barbie, and she did it with her own two hands.
Her explanation is this:
"A stupid girl who led her life like those girls in hip-hop videos and ruined it. Now all her insecurities are showing."
"Until you cross the bridge of your insecurities, you can't begin to explore your possibilities." Tim Fargo.
While driving back to Cádiz after my photographic journey in Castilla y León during Easter, I decided to stop in Mérida to photograph its magnificent Roman Bridge, one of the longest in antiquity (790 meters), and that even today, 21 centuries later of its construction, it allows us to cross from one bank to the other of the Guadiana River.
Although it has 60 splendid arches, I decided to simplify my photograph, so that only some of them could be seen with their almost perfect reflection in the water of the river, a decision that was reinforced since the bank of the Guadiana where I was located it was quite dirty. The clouds that had been spectacular throughout the day disappeared almost completely before sunset, so because of the little interest in the sky I opted for a long exposure during blue hour. Unfortunately I was surprised that despite being Saturday during a holiday period, the lights of the bridge weren´t turned on. So I had to wait for it to be illuminated with the light pollution of the street lamps, part of which can also be seen in the lower limit of the image. However, even though I found this series of difficulties that I did not expect, I did not let them fill me with insecurity, and I searched among the possibilities that would lead me to get an image that would reflect the beauty of one of the most incredible Roman bridges that remain in the world.
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"Hasta que cruzas el puente de tus inseguridades, no puedes comenzar a explorar tus posibilidades." Tim Fargo.
Mientras conducía de vuelta a Cádiz tras mi viaje fotográfico de Semana Santa por Castilla y León, decidí pararme en Mérida para fotografiar su magnífico Puente Romano, uno de los más largos de la antigüedad (790 metros), y que aún hoy, 21 siglos después de su construcción, permite cruzar de una orilla a la otra del río Guadiana.
Aunque cuenta con 60 espléndidos arcos, decidí simplificar mi fotografía, de modo que solo se apreciaran algunos de ellos con su reflejo casi perfecto en el agua del río, decisión que se vio reforzada ya que la ribera del Guadiana donde me encontraba estaba bastante sucia y descuidada. Las nubes que habían sido espectaculares durante todo el día desaparecieron casi por completo antes del atardecer, por lo que dado el poco interés del cielo opté por una larga exposición a la hora azul. Lamentablemente me sorprendió que a pesar de ser un sábado de período vacacional, no se encendieran las luces del puente. Por lo que tuve que esperar a que se iluminara con la contaminación lumínica de las farolas, parte de la cual se puede apreciar también en el límite inferior de la imagen. No obstante, a pesar de que encontré esta serie de dificultades que no esperaba, no dejé que me llenaran de inseguridad, y busqué entre las posibilidades que me llevaran a conseguir una imagen que reflejara la belleza de unos los puentes romanos más increíbles que se conservan.
so i love this photo. i don't know why, it just makes me feel happy.
and that is awesome (that it makes me feel something.) i know i like a photo if it makes me feel a certain way. it has made an impression on me. that's what i always aim to do when i take pictures but usually none of the emotion is translated in the photo.
i have many things to learn, because, wheres the fun in knowing everything?
i had felt insecure and pretty unwell about coming here, but only til doing so, i learned that i should have trusted my intuition.
Another one from the archives that no one has ever seen. Four minutes of full moon (and a kiss of flashlight) in Pearsonville, September 2010.
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Model: Rachel
Camera: Nikon D700
Concept:
For this shoot I have been looking at insecurities and how we often hide behind a persona to escape our true emotion.
I am always trying to improve my work so please help me by giving me a little feedback on what you think and I will make sure to return the favor (don't be afraid to criticize). Thanks a lot.
insecurity two; shoulders & upper arms.
my shoulders are weird. they don't fit right in t-shirts. and for some reason, no matter what shirt I'm wearing, or whether it's a tanktop, t-shirt, longsleeved, the stomach part always twists to the right. I don't know how to explain it. And I really don't know why it does that, probably has nothing to do with my shoulders, but yeaaa..
&my upper arms have too much fat.
mhm :)
I only edited my skin in this. cause my skin is yucky :P
anyways, I had an amazing day with my boyfriend. watching movies, falling asleep, tickling eachothers feet. drowning in puddles :)
January 23, 2011