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The whole palazzo was covered with reproductions of Persian rugs for the exhibit. --- --- --- www.flickr.com/photos/136891509@N07/31358111431/in/album-... --- --- --- Rudolf Stingel conceived this exhibition especially for Palazzo Grassi. Given the utmost freedom of execution, Stingel has completely transformed the museum, filling the entire space with an oriental carpet. Moving beyond the idea of two-dimensionality that is conventionally associated with painting, the exhibition aims to subvert the usual spatial relationship between a painting and viewer.
The carpet evokes the thousand-year history of Venice, the ‘Most Serene Republic’, but also recalls the Middle-European culture so loved by the artist; for example, we are reminded of Sigmund Freud’s early twentieth-century Viennese study. This reference undoubtedly provides a key to interpreting this installation: on entering the ‘labyrinth’, an all-encompassing feeling and sensorial experience transport us towards the transcendence of the Ego, by means of its removal and its ghosts. The nearly thirty paintings exhibited suggest presences that are ‘buried’ in memory, and removed experiences that thrive again. The architectural space becomes an introspective and projective space, silent and welcoming, suitable for meditation: but Stingel’s work alters our visual and spatial perception of it, suggesting a new, rarified and suspenseful atmosphere in which the silver, white and black of the paintings stands out like so many other ‘openings’ on Venice, in an another dimension.
From the Palazzo Grassi website
I also do something other than portraits. This picture was taken in a long exposure. I particularly like this photographic technique. It's an intimate moment where I have the feeling that time has stopped and that I have time to be introspective.
This place has stirred a somewhat mysterious curiosity for me ever since I spotted it on my OL-1 whilst getting to know the geography and cartography of High Peak.
Crow Stones is located near the northern border of the national park and is one of the most isolated spots in the Peak District, it’s home to some stunning gritstone sculptures and sits amongst a carpet of heather that covers the moorland for miles around.
The effort to get there started on my bike, cycling from Thornhill to Fairholmes a great way to get the muscles warmed up for sure. I followed the eastern edge of Derwent reservoir for the first leg of my hike and peeled off the path at Hey Bank, which heralded the start of a long ascent up to Howden Moor. On Nether Hey a sense of peace and calm enveloped me like a cosy blanket, this changed upon cresting onto Featherbed Moss where the feeling changed to that of an introspective isolation.
The feeling once again changed when I left the marked path at Cut Gate End and embarked along the narrowest little trail through the heather. A feeling of curiosity carried me along and my mind started to think on the others who had followed this same little pathway and what they experienced on their own solitary meditations. My walk hit a sombre note as I passed the wreckage of an Airspeed Consul that crashed on 12th April 1951. Operated by Icelandic Air, the aircraft was being ferried from Croydon to Reykjavík via Liverpool and Prestwick when the pilot Pall Magnusson became disorientated and descended through cloud straight into the hillside. Sadly the crash killed him, wireless operator; Alexander Watson and passenger; Johann Rist on a deadly day for aviation in High Peak that also claimed two RAF Meteor F Mk.8’s at Black Hill.
I paid my respects and carried on towards Crow Stones Edge with palpable excitement and once I arrived, didn’t quite know what to do with myself...a proverbial kid in a sweet shop. I arrived with about an hour to spare before the golden hour, I carefully considered and refined a few different compositions on the southern side of the sculptures which was set to catch the side-light I wanted. I shot right through golden, sunset and into blue hour. Out of the large number of photos I took, this one had perfect combination of light and colour, the ambient light from the post-sunset blush reflecting off the gritstone to create a slight magenta glow.
My day ended with a dark, dark hike back down to Fairholmes. A feeling of slight apprehension kept my wits up as I navigated down off the moors with only that which was being illuminated by my head-torch visible to me, eventually my mind eased into a stillness that I find can only come from hiking at night and thus my day came to and end.
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A few questions...
Are you a photographer if no one sees your images?
Have you locked yourself into a box due to social media because you want to have the "LIKES & FAVS"?
How many of you have passed up a photographic opportunity because the subject 'wasn't something you would post for the world to see'? I know I have, many times over the years. I know I am more than just an "Landscape, Outdoor, Nature" Photographer, I AM A PHOTOGRAPHER, period. Photography is a form of art, which is how we as photographers communicate to the world. I love photographing many different subjects depending on my mood, I just only shared a few here..but that is changing.
This is my self introspective journey, if you like it you do, if not that okay because these images are not to garnish a bunch of Favs, but rather explore my own self.
Thanks for reading!!
"The End" by the Chinese artist Xiang Jing.
Xiang Jing is a profoundly introspective and innovative Chinese sculptor whose work explores the complexities of human nature, identity and existential truth.
Rather than aligning with a strictly feminist stance, she approaches her art from a
woman's perspective, using the female form as both subject and statement. Her sculptures, though realistic in appearance, carry a deep emotional and psychological weight, challenging conventions of beauty, self-awareness and gendered experience.
Her artistic process is meticulous and deeply personal. Working primarily with fiberglass, Xiang Jing layers hand-painted details onto each piece, ensuring every sculpture possesses an individual presence and emotional depth. Her practice is problem-oriented, engaging with themes such as the relationship between observer and observed, internal desire and the shifting boundaries between realism and abstraction. She is a fiercely independent thinker, constantly pushing the limits of contemporary sculpture while maintaining an introspective approach.
"The End" from Mirror Image series stands out for its ambiguity.
It features girls dressed in white, shielding their eyes with their hands yet tilting forward as if trying to peer through their fingers to catch a glimpse of something interesting. It's composition and treatment of the gaze introduce an open-ended, interpretive quality.
The foreshore near the Tasman Bridge on the eastern shore near Lindisfarne, Tasmania.
Such a long time since I was here.
In one of my favorite books there is a character who always has bees buzzing about her head when she is in a frenzy. I pictured that in my head so many times and as much as I love that analogy and visual, to me those worries and angers always feel like wasps. Wasps are so much more menacing and can be kind of dangerous, and that's how I see anger or bad feelings. Once you have awoken or disturbed them, those feelings will often show no mercy in their pursuit. There are times when my mind just can't or won't back away from a subject, and it can be especially excruciating because I know letting go of it is the only way I can peacefully exist. Yet, it'll pursue my thoughts and keep me awake until I have looked it straight into the face and dealt with it in one way or another.
Everyone has their own personal demons and baggage they carry with them. Just because a person behaves as if their world is calm, that could mean they have either looked those demons in the eye and slayed them or have mastered the art of covering it up. It seems like I see everywhere that people want to degrade each other, reacting on what they only see on the outside. Our outer shells, the one we show the world every day, have never been accurate representation of what is being dealt with inside under the skin.
I have always had a deep love of pre-Raphaelite artwork and wanted to try to get a feel for it for this. Winter makes me more introspective, forcing me to delve deeper into the world and my feelings toward it and for that I am thankful.
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
--Echo & the Bunnymen
Ongoing exploration of work as I develop a potential series "Introspective Illumination". This project is a deeply personal exploration of mindfulness and self-reflection. It is set against the relentless pace of our hyperconnected society with its incessant urgency and the pervasive challenge of accomplishing more in less time. The project seeks to juxtapose the relentless pursuit for efficiency and productivity with the inherent human need for rest and contemplation.
This work is about Hong Kong and essentially an introspective examination of a phenomenon that I experienced during my stay in the vertical alpha city. By capturing urban and suburban places, I tried to explore the intriguing shifts in my spatial perception.
I will upload a small selection of photographs from the series here on Flickr.
As for the complete series, I was able to publish it as a limited edition photo book.
If you are interested, you can buy it here for 20,- €:
The monochromatic image, with its soft focus and gentle lighting, evokes a dreamlike quality. The subject, seen from behind, appears to be contemplating or lost in thought as they gaze out a window or into a reflective surface. The lack of distinct facial features adds to the ethereal nature of the scene, allowing viewers to project their own emotions and interpretations onto the figure. The high contrast between light and shadow emphasises the introspective mood, perhaps reflecting the subject's inner thoughts and feelings. The overall atmosphere suggests a moment of quiet introspection or a glimpse into the subject's inner world, inviting viewers to contemplate their own emotions and experiences.
Last sunset of my 50's yesterday ... it'd been a tumultuous decade personally and had me feeling very introspective and somewhat maudline.
Well that was my 50's .. today I'm a sexagenarian looking forward to more sharing more stories and hopefully seeing more of the world.
As for the shot....
This gent saw me linning up along the pier at Primbee and hurried to get thru the frame so so he wouldn't wreck my shot ... for which I'm thankful.
Olympus OM-1 w M.Zuiko 12-40/2.8 Pro
ISO80 f/3.5 26mm 0ev
Single frame raw developed in DxO PhotoLab 7, colour graded in Nik 7 Color Efex and Luminar Neo, finished off back in PhotoLab.
Primbee Pier, Warrawong, NSW
“Through travel I first became aware of the outside world; it was through travel that I found my own introspective way into becoming a part of it.“
- Eudora Welty
in the melting midday light, every curve of the face folds into chiaroscuro. he hides behind his shades, not from the sun, but from what it might reveal. the air hums with the silence of unsaid things, soft and burning.
Self portrait made by reflection in mirror. I'm currently fascinated with reflections; soft and somewhat obscure, moody ones. I like this one better when viewed on black:
The Street Of The Cathedral by Daniel Arrhakis (2018)
With the music : Phil Rey - In Excelsis (feat. Felicia Farerre)
youtu.be/N0piDWcWLys?list=RD_yV--1FqtzU
Along a narrow road lined with stained glass Gothic windows , a strange character comes in with his long blue cloak. The calm walking reveals the red silk between the steps and a mystic symbol embroidered on the back, "Ehl Dhuryan".
Her watchful eye remains in the center of that bridge connecting the two buildings while as she speaks to her golden wolf.
- Erk look ! The Winged Lion Bridge connecting the two naves of the Cathedral of Asghardhya !!
How she missed that place while introspectively elevates the spirit to her memories, but also to the White Mountain that left behind, after all she is The Lady Of The White Mountain, The Lady of the Wolves, Lady of Elche or what they called The Green Lady in reference to his highly respected Mystic Green Order in this Kingdom of Krudhyn.
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Coronavirus has altered our life dynamic; it has taken what is always available for free - fresh air, and smile; it has broken what we thought wouldn't be broken - connection. How heartbreaking it is to be unable to get closer to those whom we want to!
For a period of time SL appeared to be a solution - we rushed to SL for breathing, for bonding.
No, it is not. After the spark, we still felt something was missing - the real bonding, the imperfect life. Before long, people would rather suffer the inconvenience and intermittent connection, and return to RL.
Don't get me wrong, SL is not unreal. It is part of the reality realized in pixels and imagination. Unfortunately, SL is never sufficient enough to sustain a satisfying and meaningful life.
Some people say that there is no need to be too serious about SL. I beg to differ. I would be serious about people who treat me sincerely. But, I will learn to take it for what it is. It's a reality in another form, but definitely should not be taken as it's everything.
What coronavirus has not taken is our sanity, love and hope.
At these these are the thoughts I have for the time being. Maybe I will change my mind as I evolve. As you are enjoying the excitement of SL, don't forget to take care of your RL.
Although the connection in sl is not as deep as RL's, it doesn't not mean we can manipulate others and take advantage of others.
Let's be humble, be introspective about what failed, and learn to kind with others.
May peace be with you all the time.
Latte
24 Dec 2020
Week 40|52
(HEALING PROCESS)
Personal post.
Picture and processing by me.
DO NOT USE WITHOUT MY AUTHORIZATION.
"introspective" is word learned this week at school.
Saying hello to all dear friends here,have happy weekend^^
hugs,yumi xox
Self portrait from my 26th birthday on the 4th. Scorpio life. This was an interesting birthday for me astrologically because transiting Mercury & Venus were conjunct my natal sun placement -- along with the transiting sun, of course. I have Mercury conjunct my Natal sun so this birthday was a Mercury return as well as a Solar return for me. This would suggest this year is going to involve strong themes of mental development for me -- this could be viewed, at least from one angle, as a return to the solar & mercurcial energies that were present for me at birth (sense of self/identity & mental faculties).
The Venus being conjunct my Sun would suggest a theme of social/relational development as I make my way through this year of my life.
Also, Mars is conjunct my IC, which indicates a strong drive towards development of the inner self & home life.
To get super complex, Mars is one of the rulers of Scorpio, and this transit Mars is in Gemini, and Gemini is ruled by Mercury -- so there is an interchange of energy between this transit Mars on my IC and my Sun & Mercury. What is happening in my IC (house of inner self/home) is going to directly inform my Sun & Mercury placements, and my Sun & Mercury placements are going to directly affect my IC. When I am in the space of my IC, there's going to be a direct connection to my solar & mercurial energies -- and when I am in my solar & mercurial energies, there's going to be a direct connection to my IC. There's so many ways this could play out/look/be explained, but one example is this: This could look like becoming more introspective, as the IC is the most private part of the chart.
Interestingly, without having looked at my chart recently until my birthday, I set things in relation to these themes in motion.
To the left (on browser) you can find an album consisting of self portraits taken during planetary transits to my Natal chart.
Willem Vermandere is a famous Belgian Artist.
We always enjoy a get together when we visit the Continent, this time no different!
Well, he had just acquired a new instrument, an Autoharp, which he cradled with tremendous affection whilst his hands caressed the strings and he was clearly in his own musical world...forgetting for a brief moment that we were there?
Such moments are pure magic.
My friend is a sculptor, singer-songwriter, musician, writer, poet and painter, but also a wonderful philosopher and raconteur.
THANX, M, (*_*)
Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
This is about the man himself:
magdaindigo.blogspot.com/2007/08/willem-vermandere-is-fam...
with a follow-up
magdaindigo.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-me-tell-you-story-on...
And here is my blog on The Importance of Hands in portrait Photography:
magdaindigo.blogspot.com/2009/01/importance-of-hands-in-p...
I got back this week from an 18 day trip to Australia. It was the most massive whirlwind. I started in Sydney and then traveled to Auckland, and afterwards travelled to Hobbiton and explored some caves. After that it was off to Melbourne and the countryside. I taught 5 workshops while I was there in those 3 cities, and hardly got any personal shooting time in because the tourist in me came out. I wanted to see everything! I ate amazing food on King st. in Sydney, took mega photos of the Hobbit homes, went rafting in a cave, and explored the forests and waterfalls of VIC. I will never forget my trip down under, and can't wait to be back for the AIPP convention in Perth next year!
While I was teaching a workshop in Winchelsea (Good ole "Winch" as we came to call it) I stumbled upon this room in the mansion we had booked. I instantly found a story within those walls and the character I wanted to create, so this is one part of a bigger (yet still mini) series about being cracked, flawed, and powerful.
I hope that you're ending your year with a bang. I know I have been very introspective lately, thinking a lot about what I want to fix about myself next year...and I can't wait to get started now.
Model: Stephanie Perez
This work is about Hong Kong and essentially an introspective examination of a phenomenon that I experienced during my stay in the vertical alpha city. By capturing urban and suburban places, I tried to explore the intriguing shifts in my spatial perception.
I will upload a small selection of photographs from the series here on Flickr.
As for the complete series, I was able to publish it as a limited edition photo book.
If you are interested, you can buy it here for 20,- €: buchhaltung-verlag.de/invisiblehorizons.html
tucked away in the labyrinthine heart of valencia's old town, 'little chinatown' breathes quietly through this frame. the shuttered neighbor sleeps, while a solitary figure casts a gentle spell of life within an open doorway. here, cultures weave together, a tapestry of distant homelands carried on the scents of exotic spices and the muffled clinks of kitchenware. it's a whispered dialogue between the vibrant chaos of day and the introspective silence of night, a single snapshot capturing the story of a neighborhood's slumber and the wakeful diligence of those who stir while the city dreams.
andrew gets really quiet and introspective when we venture out into nature.
it is one of the things i love about him.
I blogged our latest adventure out to see the butterflies with more of my friends from last night:
tumbleweedineden.wordpress.com/2012/05/28/blog-post-100/
It is my 100th blog post!
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January 30, 2016
Introspective:
[in-truh-spek-tiv]
adjective
1. characterized by introspection, the act or process of looking into oneself.
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The kids found a game today called Bean-boozled, or something like that. It's basically a game of chance, there's a bunch of jelly beans and a variety of flavours. Only some flavours are vomit, rotten egg and so on. Here's Sylvia's middle child trying to decide what to choose next.
She was on a run of bag luck and had managed to choose 3 bad flavours in a row! But she's a champ and actually ate them all, her sister would spit out the bad flavours, but this champion ate them all!
Anyway, hope everyone has had a good day.
Click "L" for a larger view.
I have a dream, in a galaxy far, far away! Once upon a time, in a mightily different world we could and did travel to places that could blow our mind. This was one of those places.
When we are planning to go somewhere on a holiday we have never been before, we often envisage it in our mind. Look up photos somewhere on the net, read Lonely Planet books (probably a bit old fashioned now) or just get tips from others. But some places are just so far from what one imagines, you are left in awe. And this was one for us, a mouth gaping and unexpected place.
While this photo was taken on our second visit in 2015, this city left us breathless in its majesty whenever we stood on its main street and looked around. We could never have imagined what the eye could see that little else could demonstrate the reality of.
This tram or light rail vehicle if you want to use the modern nomenclature is descending the hill down South St. Andrew Street, Edinburgh, Scotland and is about to turn to its right into the main thoroughfare of town, Princes Street. It's in what is known as the New Town. If I turned 180 degrees I could look across Princes Street Gardens in the valley below and then up to the rear of the buildings lining the Royal Mile on the rise on the other side, the famous street (really six streets in one) that runs uphill to the right and Edinburgh Castle sitting on its rock high above the city. A truly magnificent sight.
COVID-19 has changed our world in ways we see and in ways we cannot begin to imagine. It's been some 18 months now and grappling with an ever mutating virus and populations who are ever more wary on one hand and ever more anxious to break out on the other, we still see no end. It's taught us a lot, much of it worse than a big policeman's boot up the backside but I know one thing when I look back at pictures like this, I am thankful for the life and opportunities we had in life and hope and pray that one day, especially for those yet to experience them, whatever they are that at some stage we will get back to normality or even better than what we would regard as normal. That's my retrospective and introspective for today.
By the way, before I leave this minor tome, I should mention that the good food people of Edinburgh who serve up some mighty fare round town think the electro-magnetic fields caused by the trams have acted rather like the Pied Piper and stirred up the rats. At least they told us so and we saw and we believe! To be fair, we saw one rat in a cafe close to this spot and that's what the staff told us and the others who were standing on chairs while they "dealt" with the problem! One of those funny travel experiences. We had more than one in that cafe but the other is for another time.