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In 1998, Paperhand Puppet Intervention’s directors Donovan Zimmerman and Jan Burger met and began a collaboration of epic proportions. Since then, 25 years ago, they have been using papier-mâché, cardboard, bamboo, your old house paints, cloth, and other assorted junk (treasure to us!) to create incredible giant puppets, masks, shadow plays and spectacle performances for all ages.
Paperhand Puppet Intervention’s mission is to use diverse styles of puppetry and artistic expression to create works that inspire, promote social change and are deeply rewarding for all involved. These styles include: giant puppets, rod puppets, shadow puppetry, masks, stilt dancing and anything under the sky that strikes our fancy.
Our vision is inspired by our love for the earth and its creatures (including humans). We will synthesize many art forms including, but never limited to, sculpting, painting, dance, music, improvisation, costume design, set design and theater. We are committed to creating multi-scaled and multi-disciplinary puppet performances that support this vision.
They perform at various venues throughout North Carolina from August till late September.
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Jardín de Cactus was the last intervention work César Manrique performed in Lanzarote.
The artist from Lanzarote could see beyond how run down the ancient rofera was. Roferas were the quarries that raids are taken from to create a very particular home for cactaceae flowers from all over he world.
Surrounded by the largest cactus plantation of the island, dedicated to crops of cochineal insect, a product of great financial relevance in Lanzarote in the 19th Century. Jardín de Cactus has around 4,500 specimens of 450 different species, of 13 different families of cactus from the five continents. The green shade of the plants stands out against the blue sky and the dark volcano creating a harmonious explosion of colour that impresses visitors. The only sounds that break the peace and quiet that prevails, are singing birds and boozing insects, enjoying their very own oasis.
High volcanic ash monoliths, that maintain the memory of years gone by, challenging plants from America, Africa and Oceania. At the top, on a small hill, windmills can be seen on the horizon, still standing, where Canarian cornmeal was ground dating back to the 19th Century.
Exercise on light behaviour.
Front light without window intervention.
Manual exposure mode.
Matrix metering mode.
WB Direct sunlight fine-tune -3
Une unité d'intervention va installer un nouveau poteau en bois pour remplacer l'ancien coupé en deux !
“I do not like it.
The situation is all but under control. Nothing could spoil this harvest save one circumstance...
The she-human must be relieved of the she-spy's gatemaking device before she learns of its existence, or as soon as possible...whichever comes first. I trust you will impress upon the target replacer the importance of discretion, Commander.”
“Of course, Your Majesty. It will be confiscated while she is in the unconscious state the humans call 'sleep'.”
Mushroom mycelia (can you believe Reldan thought they were roots?) make an excellent fire...so warm. A perfect ending to another hard day of walking. So tired, though...
Tomorrow we're leaving this desert...
“Good night, Reldan. Are you going to sleep?”
“I was going to keep watch; I'm not too tired yet. Good night, Quane.”
Clearing a space in the sand...curling into a ball...ahhhhhh.
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Wha-
What the...my bag is moving...Reldan?
“Reldan? What are you doing?”
“Aaaaaugh! Nothing...”
“Were you...searching through my stuff?”
“No, not searching, no. I wanted some water.”
He's holding something small and black...hiding it from me? He's not supposed to keep any secrets from me...
“What's that?”
My now-piqued curiosity outstretches an arm and sends my fingers probing toward the object he's trying to hide behind his back.
“Please, I don't want you to hide things from me; you can trust me...Reldan!”
He tries to back away but I move toward him and he unbalances, dropping it.
“No!”
Light-a rectangle of light?
Yes-springing out of the black device. I walk over to look.
“Come back, Quane, it's dangerou-”
Arms sprout from the glowing polygon and grab at me...my legs...IT'S GOT ME AAAAAUUUUUGHHHH
Reldan is rushing forward to help me, but...it's too late.
A heavy something is hitting my head and-
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I'll be honest, I don't like having to doll up the photos this much. Seems sort of like cheating. Regardless, there won't be any more glowing mushrooms to edit in the future, hopefully...
Besides the usual complaints about my self-inflicted post-production torments, I genuinely hope this does not confuse you. It is not meant to; I'm beginning to wrap up the story arc.
I strive to give to others a sense of sacredness, because an art event is not just a formal fact but also a moment where you put a mark on your dedication. You must have a feeling of joining a tribe where there is the stick of command, because you are in a sacred place with its rules…
Marc Chagall
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Si toute vie va inévitablement vers sa fin, nous devons durant la nôtre, la colorier avec nos couleurs d’amour et d’espoir.
Marc Chagall
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Hi guys :)
Thanks alot for all comments and faves on mye previous shots :)
I wish you all a wonderful weekend :)
This i a vertorama btw :)
Johnny :)
I know they are working out the kinks and everything, but I just had the notion to make this. I used a few highlighters. Perhaps I need help too.
I heard on the late news last night that there was a submarine parked at Canada place. Well it's only a short walk to get there from where I live. I thought I might be able to get some interesting shots.
Today the rains have returned.
It happens every year. I wait eagerly for my peonies to bloom - they do - rain comes immediately and wipes them out! So, a yearly intervention is in order - the fluffiest, most vulnerable of the lot are clipped and brought in for a few more days of enjoyment before they are completely drowned!
ODC - Nature Abstract
When Mondays don't suck.
Divine Intervention - Aaron Reed Photography
Prints & Licensing: www.aaronreedphotography.com
A spectacular sunrise this morning captured just outside Leavenworth, Washington. If you are wondering how the fall color is coming along there...do yourself a favor and go now.
BGL, a Canadian collective comprised of Jasmin Bilodeau, Sébastien Giguère, Nicolas Laverdière, have become known in their home country as masters of immersive installation and public intervention. They have built carousels from guardrail stanchions, hawked hot dogs cooked on street grates, and filled entire rooms with post-party debris. In short, they fuse irreverent humor with a do-it-yourself aesthetic to question contemporary consumerist culture.
For their presentation at the 2015 Venice Biennale, they will completely transform—and add to—the smallish Canadian Pavilion building, erected in the Venice’s Giardini di Castello in 1958. This will be BGL’s first presentation of their signature large-scale installation work in Europe. Typical of their practice, they will use recycled materials—most transported from Canada in three 40-foot shipping containers—to construct an environment that carries viewers beyond Venice’s elegant, ancient streets and to a distinctly Canadian place. The installation follows a narrative of production and creativity churning in society’s margins, and outside of the commercial art world in particular.
The exterior of the pavilion will be partially obscured by scaffolding—a building under perpetual construction, like a house that was foreclosed before the contractors could finish the job. It leads into a slightly off-kilter rendition of a dépanneur, a Québécois convenience store usually found on street corners, quite roadsides, or backwoods towns. From there, viewers are led into a minimalist loft space, and then “the studio”—chock-full of dusty objects and dripping paint cans.
“Since the beginning, BGL has been fascinated by a marginal aesthetic and marginal people who are living outside of the mainstream—the bricoleur, the collectionneur—people who are, in their lives, recycling,” says curator Marie Fraser. “And not only recycling, but reusing and transforming the everyday object into something else. In a consumer society, recycling becomes a way to question society. ‘Canadassimo’ is about that.”
(Artsy.net)
Let’s just be fabulous where we are and who we are.
You be you and I’ll be me, today and today and today, and let’s trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies. ---Unknown
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Physical interventions on a negative shot with an medium format film camera. Circles punched out and rearranged before scanning. Expired film processed in exhausted chemicals.
Every beginning has an end - every end is the beginning of something new. That is a beautiful fact as it supplies us with life, change and diversity. While the natural order of things is convincing, the intervention of the human species does not always provide us with a logical outcome.
TRIENNALE BRUGGE 2021
HANS OP DE BEECK– Danse Macabre (Sint-Maartenplein/ Sint-Walburgakerk)
The monumental and monochrome sculpture 'Danse Macabre' evokes both a nostalgic and a melancholic feeling. The carousel looks grey and the horses and carriages seem petrified. In this merry-go-round, time seems frozen, the engine has ground to a halt and all gaiety has disappeared. It has a spooky quality that fluctuates between dream and nightmare. Do the horses go up and down in your imagination? Can you hear the organ playing? Can you smell candyfloss? Or can you just see a still image that refers to the human need to be entertained?
Source: www.triennalebrugge.be/en/installation/hans-op-de-beeck/
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De monumentale en monochrome sculptuur ‘Danse Macabre’ roept zowel een nostalgisch als een melancholisch gevoel op. De carrousel oogt grijs en de paarden en koetsen komen versteend over. In deze draaimolen lijkt de tijd bevroren, is de motor stilgevallen en is alle vrolijkheid verdwenen. Het heeft iets spokerig en begeeft zich tussen droom en nachtmerrie. Gaan de paarden op en neer in jouw verbeelding? Hoor je orgelmuziek? Ruik je de geur van suikerspinnen? Of zie je enkel een verstild beeld dat verwijst naar de menselijke behoefte om geëntertaind te worden?
Bron: www.triennalebrugge.be/nl/installatie/hans-op-de-beeck/
Pictures taken during 'Dalmacijavino' workers' strike in 2012, followed by an artistic intervention in the former factory premises. Split, Croatia.
There's only a handful of LEGO Interventions out there and even fewer decent ones so I thought I'd give myself a challenge! To build it in black would be my first choice but since my M4 is all black, light bluish grey was my only option.
Features:
- Removable Magazine
- Working Bolt
- Folding Bi-Pod
- Collapsible Stock (with folding monopod)
- Working Trigger
- Removable Scope
The overall strength of the weapon isn't too bad. As you can no doubt tell the stock cannot be supported if I was lift up the weapon. If I was to remove the stock, however, I can pick up the weapon fairly safely. The scope is a little delicate meaning I can't tilt the gun side to side without it falling off.
Anyway, I'd love to hear what you all think so I'll appreciate any comments/favourites!
[More pictures coming soon]
Artist interventions / Mimetic Series -Palm trees -2001-09
One of the palm trees in my garden plays the almost infinite mystery of transformation and natural mimetic or accompanied by my creativity; A little always out of time and place!
A project halfway between the ephemeral and the permanent or rather semi-permanent since the faces when leaving the trunk of the palm tree are reintegrated into other interventions in the garden and occasionally in other different spaces. Of course, they end up disaggregating, so maybe some of these faces don't even have a photograph. I don't ask myself why I wouldn't know how to answer, except that in my philosophy the processes have their importance and are located in a time that is not linear, neither functional.
Ecoart installation / intervention - Collection
Intervención de arte en mi jardin
Manipulación fotografica; superposición de dos fotografias del mismo contexto fisico: jardin, terraza taller y practica creativa .
Talla ligera
madera natural ,recliclaje
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Intervention art in my garden
Photo manipulation; superimposing two photographs of the same context (my garden, terrace and creative workshop practice).
Light carving
Natural wood, recliclaje
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Intervention d'art dans mon jardin
Photo manipulation; superposant deux photographies du même contexte ( jardin, terrasse et la pratique de l'atelier créatif).
Bois naturel légèrement sculpté
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Despondent, distracted,
You're vicious and romantic;
These are a few of my favorite things.
All of those flavors and
This is what you choose:
Past the blues, past the blues,
And on to something new,
Something real, make it timeless,
An act of God and nothing less will be accepted.
So if you're calling me out,
Then count me out.
Yeah, we're stubborn and melodramatic,
A real class act.
You see, I know a few of your favorite things.
Five in the morning and all comes out pouring,
Love, out the same way in.
Something real, make it timeless,
An act of God and nothing less will be accepted.
Now if you're calling me out,
Then count me out.
Something real, make it timeless,
An act of God and nothing less will be accepted.
I said real, make it timeless,
An act of God and nothing less will be accepted.
Now if you're calling me out,
Then count me out.
Mm, mm, mm, mm.
Mm, mm, mmmm.