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Tala Madani (b. 1981) - Flashlight in mouth (2013). In the collection of the Fundação de Serralves - Museu de Arte Contemporânea, Porto.
Tala Madani is an Iranian born American artist.
Photo Satire: After much introspection, Rahul Gandhi launches his own version of the AAP. You gotta see how.
Taking a Df and some of my good vintage Nikkors for a test run. Haven't posted for a while, so I thought it'd be nice to at least throw up some snapshots while away on a bit of a family vacation.
Model Emily Bunclark wears a Daniella Christina dress
Makeup Kelly-Marie Saunders
Assistants Louise Gardner and Josie McCann
Shot at the ONCA Gallery in Brighton,UK
You and me
We used to be together
Every day together always
I really feel
I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And it it's real,
Well I don't want to know
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Our memories
They can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry
It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me
I can see us dying ... are we?
A tea seller along the streets of Kolkata, India.
I spent the past week in Kolkata for a school trip. We served at Mother Teresa's Missionaries of Charity (Shanti Dan), Anando, and DAS. It was such an memorable and meaningful experience.
I didn't bring my DSLR on this trip (I wish I did!), but I was lucky to capture some great photos - Kolkata is such an amazing place that filled with streets bustling with life.
Flamingo Introspection
A flamingo preens and becomes a work of art. Flamingos have a bad reputation always being portrayed as tacky, but these proud birds deserve better. I photographed this one to prove that it's not easy being pink.
52 Weeks of Pix 2013, Street Photography - possiblity 4?
I don't smoke but this moment of introspection and "shutting out the annoyances" was very tempting today after an hour of shopping with a 7 year old who clearly possesses the shopping gene. I was not a little envious of her moment of introspection, although it's probably sandwiched between the demands of a tedious job or routine or something, so I should really just be grateful to have had the opportunity to share the whole shopping for a "sparkly top and stuff" experience with my daughter who has another party this weekend and a school disco next week… I'm not a shopper - see LG's observation below. I'm also not entirely comfortable with a trend-conscious 7 year old, although I think this is a case of trying to fit in with what the other girls wear so I reckoned it wasn't worth pointing out that she has plenty of lovely things to wear already. However, 1 hour and much trying-on-of-clothes later I was shattered and wondered if instilling a lesson about making the most of what you have might have been less arduous. There was a lot of negotiation as to what we were both happy with, i.e. what she liked and what I thought was acceptable for a 7 year old to wear, a process I may not always navigate successfully I suspect :-)
As I sat on the tiny, hard, very low-down stool in the changing room, buried under the pile of discarded clothes being tried on by my budding fashion victim, I realised that I may need to ensure I have a book and a supply of chocolate in my bag to stop me from losing the plot in years to come.
P.S. LG observed, as I sat in a clothes-covered puddle on the tiny, hard changing room stool, that I am rather weird as all women love shopping. I pointed out that calling the person who was about to pay for her clothes weird might mean that she didn't get anything :-)
Au château de Larréole - Gers
Samedi 13 août & dimanche 14 août à 17h30
Danse
Cie Sara Ducat
Introspectus, création 2011
« Ce plastique qui s’est imposé à nos vies... »
Avec Anaïs Barthe et Marion Castaillet, Sara Ducat, chorégraphie - Julien San Francisco, composition musicale
It was late at night and this little deer mouse was hiding in the shadows at the top of our fireplace where the rock joins the roofing
When you are a mother,
you are never really alone in your thoughts.
A mother always has to think twice -
once for herself
and once for her Child.
- Sophia Loren
Happy Mother's day!
After an hour I still don't like the way this looks. It doesn't fully convey everything I wanted it to. Thoughts?
Introspection of one moment today.. enjoy*
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Introspection, 2017
Paper and brass
12 x 10 x 11”
Retail Value: $3,000
Courtesy of the Artist and Traywick Contemporary, Berkeley
Sam Redway as Edward in the highly entertaining 'The Very Grey Matter of Edward Blank" by Familia de la Noche.
You can see more Edward Blank pics here: Edward Blank
A Phrenology head I have. The very astute Big Bang Theory fan may notice the same head is on the top of the book shelf in Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler’s apartment, although that one doesn't look likes it's rising out of a pool of milk.
Seletar Reservoir Park, Singapore
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Mark Rothko, original name Marcus Rothkovitch, American painter whose works introduced contemplative introspection into the melodramatic post-World War II Abstract Expressionist school; his use of colour as the sole means of expression led to the development of Colour Field Painting.
In 1913 Rothko’s family emigrated from Russia to the U.S., where they settled in Portland, Ore. During his youth he was preoccupied with politics and social issues. He entered Yale University in 1921, intending to become a labour leader, but dropped out after two years and wandered about the U.S. In 1925 he settled in New York City and took up painting. Although he studied briefly under the painter Max Weber, he was essentially self-taught.
Rothko first worked in a realistic style that culminated in his Subway series of the late 1930s, showing the loneliness of persons in drab urban environments. This gave way in the early 1940s to the semi-abstract biomorphic forms of the ritualistic Baptismal Scene (1945). By 1948, however, he had arrived at a highly personal form of Abstract Expressionism. Unlike many of his fellow Abstract Expressionists, Rothko never relied on such dramatic techniques as violent brushstrokes or the dripping and splattering of paint. Instead, his virtually gestureless paintings achieved their effects by juxtaposing large areas of melting colours that seemingly float parallel to the picture plane in an indeterminate, atmospheric space.
Rothko spent the rest of his life refining this basic style through continuous simplification. He restricted his designs to two or three “soft-edged” rectangles that nearly filled the wall-sized vertical formats like monumental abstract icons. Despite their large size, however, his paintings derived a remarkable sense of intimacy from the play of nuances within local colour.
From 1958 to 1966 Rothko worked intermittently on a series of 14 immense canvases (the largest was about 11 × 15 feet [3 × 5 metres]) eventually placed in a nondenominational chapel in Houston, Texas, called, after his death, the Rothko Chapel. These paintings were virtual monochromes of darkly glowing browns, maroons, reds, and blacks. Their sombre intensity reveals the deep mysticism of Rothko’s later years. Plagued by ill health and the conviction that he had been forgotten by those artists who had learned most from his painting, he committed suicide.
After his death, the execution of Rothko’s will provoked one of the most spectacular and complex court cases in the history of modern art, lasting for 11 years (1972–82). The misanthropic Rothko had hoarded his works, numbering 798 paintings, as well as many sketches and drawings. His daughter, Kate Rothko, accused the executors of the estate (Bernard J. Reis, Theodoros Stamos, and Morton Levine) and Frank Lloyd, owner of Marlborough Galleries in New York City, of conspiracy and conflict of interest in selling the works—in effect, of enriching themselves. The courts decided against the executors and Lloyd, who were heavily fined. Lloyd was tried separately and convicted on criminal charges of tampering with evidence. In 1979 a new board of the Mark Rothko Foundation was established, and all the works in the estate were divided between the artist’s two children and the Foundation. In 1984 the Foundation’s share of works was distributed to 19 museums in the United States, Great Britain, the Netherlands, Denmark, and Israel; the best and the largest proportion went to the National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.
I have had to become quite adept at knowing myself and heeding warning signs. I can now tell when I’m heading for an episode, so as not to get into a downward spiral.
Part of a photo-therapy series called 'Out of My Mind', documenting my personal journey through mental illness, inspired by the works of Jo Spence and Cindy Sherman.
Photographed on 35mm Black and White film and processed and printed by me on 10x8 gloss paper.
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Lalibela is a town in northern Ethiopia, a mountainous region at 2630 meters above sea level.
Holy City for the Ethiopian Orthodox Christian, it’s famous for its 11 medieval rock-hewn churches. They were carved on the orders of King Gebre Mesqel Lalibela. King Lalibela is said to have seen Jerusalem in a vision and then attempted to build a new Jerusalem as his capital in response to the capture of old Jerusalem by Muslims in 1187. As such, many features of the town of Lalibela have Biblical names - even the town’s river is known as the River Jordan.
The site is classified as World Heritage by UNESCO since 1978.
Here we are with the priest of Bet Meskel church, one of the 11 churches.