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Place: Lido di Volano (FE) - Italy
Date: May 24, 2013
Camera: Canon PowerShot A810
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I've always found sculpted fabric and body parts interesting.
This one 'The Statue of Meditation' is no exception.
A massive statue of a draped form, representing one woman in meditative introspection. In 1933, The Age reported that "Madame Gaston-Saint, of Orrong road, St Kilda, has offered the City Council a real art in the form of a large marble statue depicting Meditation. This piece is the work of the French sculptor Robert Delandere, and it was exhibited in the Grande Palais, Paris, where it excited favourable comment." Madame Gaston-Saint, an Australian who married a wealthy Frenchman, intended that the statue should be erected in memory of her father in Rheole, a small Victorian fruit growing town. Plans were damaged however, and the statue was presented to the Melbourne City Council in 1933. The Lord Mayor, Councillor Gengoult Smith, and the Chairman of the Parks and Gardens Committee, Alderman Stapley, together with other members of the Council accepted the statue from Madame Gaston-Saint in its current position on 24 April, 1933. They thanked her on behalf of the council and the City. Madame Gaston-Saint asked that the statue be offered "to honour the sorrow of those mothers whose sons fell in the Great War 1914-1918". Not everyone was happy with the work. Paul Montford, sculptor of the Peter Pan and Adam Lindsay Gordon statues, wrote to the Lord Mayor on 19 April 1933. "Apparently this marble was carved for a cemetery, “sorrow” was the subject meant, and it was rightly refused by those who gave the commission to the sculptor," he wrote. "In my opinion its artistic value is far below any other statuary in the Fitzroy Gardens, and it is probably the worst figure in any public place in Melbourne."
One of several projects, that explore photography as evidence amongst other ideas.
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Experience a moment of deep introspection with this photograph of a dog lying seriously on a moss-covered fallen branch, gazing upwards into the light. The serene atmosphere and natural beauty captured in this scene make it an ideal choice for those who appreciate the quiet grace of animals in their natural habitat.
Giulia -
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Under the bridge I found some refuge of this everlasting rain as well as some time to be alone with my thoughts - I guess it was the right weather for that. It may sound perfectly crazy, but after half an hour under this improvised shelter - watching shells on low tide and the type of life which settled on the pilars as well as making some awkward photography experiences - I felt compelled to stroll along the beach, facing the pouring raint I previously got away from. Indeed, it might feel uncomfortable to have your clothes all wet...but otherwise, its just an intense sensation of being alive when walking on the rain, directly drinking the sweetness of clouds, the essence of life...I guess crazy people will know what I mean :)
Ria Formosa - Algarve
In the midst of the rocky Hampi hills, are a series of caves. These caves are maintained by a group of people in the area as meditation cells, for solitary retreats.
Anyone coming on a retreat has a cave to sleep and meditate in. They are brought food twice a day by the volunteers. At the end of the retreat, they just leave a voluntary donation. Roshnii and I had met some of the group in Auroville and decided to spend a few nights there.
The area was beautiful, the cave homely and the silence invigorating. We were the only ones there at the time. You can see Rosnii's cave here.
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Hampi, Karnataka, south India.
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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.
Why are we suffering? These are questions asked by persons who are seriously interested in spiritual life.
CD Release Introspection by Joel Heyard - support Go by Brooks - Dudelange - Op der Schmelz CNA - 15/11/2018 - photo: claude piscitelli
This was the first photo I ever posted on the net. It was favorably received by those who saw it, so it holds a really special place in my heart.
Plus, as someone noted, there is a shadow that seems to resemble a man standing there, despite the fact that no one is standing there.