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New Cathedral (German: Neuer Dom), also known as the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception is a Roman Catholic cathedral
Christianity began to take root here with the arrival of the Irish Monk Saint Aidan from the famous monastery of Iona, Scotland in 635AD. The priory ruins date from the early 12th century.
This artwork was inspired by Tiffany windows, which I just love. In person, they are almost beyond belief! I used an old photo of mine, of a tree in the Atlanta Botanical Gardens, overlayed with a tree bark texture, and this texture:
www.dreamstime.com/vintage-french-book-cover-1901-edition...
And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, "Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. . . The city had no need of the sun or of the moon to shine in it, for the glory of God illuminated it. The Lamb is its light. . . But there shall by no means enter it anything that defiles, or causes an abomination or a lie, but only those who are written in the Lamb's Book of Life." Revelation 21: 3, 23, 27
Christian Music Video | "True Faith Comes Only From Knowing God"
God’s work now is to speak, no more signs, nor wonders.
It’s not the Age of Grace. God is normal and real.
In the last days He’s not the supernatural Jesus,
but a practical God in flesh, no different from man.
So man’s belief in God is because of His many works, words and deeds.
Yes, it is God’s utterance that conquers and perfects man.
Signs and wonders aren’t the root of their faith.
Yes, it’s God’s deeds that make man know Him.
In every age God reveals different dispositions,
a different part of His deeds.
But they all, still give a deeper knowledge of Him,
a more down-to-earth and true belief in God.
So man’s belief in God is because of His many works, words and deeds.
Yes, it is God’s utterance that conquers and perfects man.
Signs and wonders aren’t the root of their faith.
Yes, it’s God’s deeds that make man know Him.
……
from Follow the Lamb and Sing New Songs
Recommend to you: God is great
One out of a series of 10 photographs I took of the Crucifix suspended above the altar of Westminster Abbey, Mission, B.C. *
(It was in focusing just on a partial image here that I noticed the Tai Chi like qualities of the piece.)
For all its ornateness, it's not a work of art that seems to go with the simpler abstract stained glass windows that surround it. And yet the more time I spent gazing at it, and trying to determine good angles to photograph it, and 'capture' its 'essence', the more I saw a complexity of 'interpretations' of this figure on the Cross.
Depending on the angle one view it, one can discern a kind of inner movement within the static form--rather like the movements of Tai Chi, e.g. With eyes closed, the crucified one seems to go inward to find strength, a kind of centring that comes with meditation. And all the while suspended between Earth & Heaven, reflecting the glorious colours of the Light.
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* A colleague from way back enrolled in a photography course, and the first assignment was to take a roll of film of one tree. He thought, a tree's a tree. How can I take 36 photos of one tree? But then the 'light bulb' went off in his head and he began to really see the tree.
Whatever our subject, can we begin to really see it, to study it, to simply be with it, to learn from its very essence? The challenge is to keep looking through the lens, closer, farther away, from different angles, in different light, with various backgrounds for context.
And so, this is what I attempted to do at the Abbey one afternoon. I felt went away with much more than I expected. It turned out to be a meditation of its own. Something photography offers us as a sheer gift of the time we might devote to it!
Isaiah 53:3-11 (KJV)
3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
8 He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.
9 And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.
10 Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.
11 He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.
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En el claustro, enfrente de la fuente del Ángel, que servía de lavamanos a las religiosas, se halla el refectorio, que era el espacio donde las monjas comían en silencio. La antecámara de la sala, denominada De Profundis, todavía conserva los armarios adosados a la pared, revestidos de azulejos de Valencia de los siglos XVI y XVIII, donde se guardaban las vasijas individuales de la comida. En este lugar de transición era donde se realizaba la primera plegaria, dirigida a las monjas y los benefactores difuntos de la comunidad.
En la cabecera de la sala se conservan las pinturas murales de Francesc Granell, que datan de 1516 y fueron encargadas por la abadesa sor María de Aragón, de quien también podemos ver el escudo. El conjunto escultórico que acompañaba la escena desapareció durante la Guerra Civil.
El aspecto actual del refectorio se debe a la reforma que a finales del siglo XIX llevó a cabo Joan Martorell, que sustituyó la nave original, con cubierta a dos aguas y vigas de madera apoyadas en arcos de piedra. Siguiendo las corrientes de restauración de la época, para conferir a la sala un aspecto más medieval, se construyeron bóvedas de ladrillo entre los arcos, que ofrecen la apariencia de una cubierta de bóveda de cañón apuntada. El mobiliario también fue renovado con la instalación del púlpito para la hermana lectora, los tableros de granito artificial, los bancos de pared con respaldo de madera y la reja de madera que servía de celosía divisoria entre el De Profundis y el comedor. Al lado del refectorio se halla el acceso a la cocina, que comunica con él a través de una ventana.
La oración regía la vida y las horas en el monasterio. La jornada se dividía de acuerdo con las horas monásticas, mayores y menores. En las horas mayores la comunidad se reunía para rezar durante las laudes, los maitines, las vísperas y las completas. El tiempo que quedaba entre las horas mayores se distribuía siguiendo las horas menores: la prima, la tercia, la sexta y la nona. A las dos se comía en silencio mientras una hermana leía en el púlpito, ubicado en el extremo izquierdo del refectorio. Hasta las cuatro (hora nona) había tiempo libre, que se pasaba en silencio. En la hora nona se rezaba. Después se seguía el trabajo y el recreo en comunidad hasta las siete, hora de las vísperas. A la nueve de la noche se cenaba en silencio en el refectorio y a continuación llegaba el momento de rezo de las completas.
Fuente: Reial Monestir de Pedralbes
Love and blessings from the hands and heart of Jesus, seen on a church's stained glass window the other night...
Emmanuel.
God with us.
Christ is born!
Usually, when you come across these people, they're a little manic in their speech and appearance. But this gentleman was neither. He was incredibly well-spoken with a soft yet commanding voice. I told my daughter that if what the board says was true, we'd better get our Sunday best ready.
What you can't quite make out in this photo is the crowds of people gathering for what was the second Free Gaza protest at the other end of the road. Naturally, I took photos, some of which I'll share in time, maybe.
And He shall reign forever and forever -- King of Kings... Lord of Lords... Hallelujah, Hallelujah.... Halleluuuuujaaaah!
"Fairer than the sun at morning
Was the star that told his birth;
To the lands their God announcing,
Hid beneath a form of earth.
By its lambent beauty guided,
See, the eastern kings appear;
See them bend, their gifts to offer,
Gifts of incense, gold and myrrh.
Solemn things of mystic meaning:
Incense doth the God disclose;
Gold a royal Child proclaimeth;
Myrrh a future tomb foreshows.
All glory, Lord, to thee we pay
For thine Epiphany today;
All glory, as is ever meet,
To Father and to Paraclete".
This mosaic of the Nativity of the Lord was designed by George William Breck (1863-1920) and was unveiled on Christmas Day 1913. It is in the church of St Paul's within the Walls in Rome.
"This Gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
'Til on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid."
From the song, "In Christ Alone" Lyrics by Natalie Grant.
One out of a series of 10 photographs I took of the Crucifix suspended above the altar of Westminster Abbey, Mission, B.C. *
For all its ornateness, it's not a work of art that seems to go with the simpler abstract stained glass windows that surround it. And yet the more time I spent gazing at it, and trying to determine good angles to photograph it, and 'capture' its 'essence', the more I saw a complexity of 'interpretations' of this figure on the Cross.
Depending on the angle one view it, one can discern a kind of inner movement within the static form--rather like the movements of Tai Chi, e.g. With eyes closed, the crucified one seems to go inward to find strength, a kind of centring that comes with meditation. And all the while suspended between Earth & Heaven, reflecting the glorious colours of the Light.
___________________
* A colleague from way back enrolled in a photography course, and the first assignment was to take a roll of film of one tree. He thought, a tree's a tree. How can I take 36 photos of one tree? But then the 'light bulb' went off in his head and he began to really see the tree.
Whatever our subject, can we begin to really see it, to study it, to simply be with it, to learn from its very essence? The challenge is to keep looking through the lens, closer, farther away, from different angles, in different light, with various backgrounds for context.
And so, this is what I attempted to do at the Abbey one afternoon. I felt went away with much more than I expected. It turned out to be a meditation of its own. Something photography offers us as a sheer gift of the time we might devote to it!
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The Cathedral Church of St John the Evangelist
26th July, 2018 - Portsmouth 🇬🇧
One out of a series of 10 photographs I took of the Crucifix suspended above the altar of Westminster Abbey, Mission, B.C. *
For all its ornateness, it's not a work of art that seems to go with the simpler abstract stained glass windows that surround it. And yet the more time I spent gazing at it, and trying to determine good angles to photograph it, and 'capture' its 'essence', the more I saw a complexity of 'interpretations' of this figure on the Cross.
Depending on the angle one view it, one can discern a kind of inner movement within the static form--rather like the movements of Tai Chi, e.g. With eyes closed, the crucified one seems to go inward to find strength, a kind of centring that comes with meditation. And all the while suspended between Earth & Heaven, reflecting the glorious colours of the Light.
___________________
* A colleague from way back enrolled in a photography course, and the first assignment was to take a roll of film of one tree. He thought, a tree's a tree. How can I take 36 photos of one tree? But then the 'light bulb' went off in his head and he began to really see the tree.
Whatever our subject, can we begin to really see it, to study it, to simply be with it, to learn from its very essence? The challenge is to keep looking through the lens, closer, farther away, from different angles, in different light, with various backgrounds for context.
And so, this is what I attempted to do at the Abbey one afternoon. I felt went away with much more than I expected. It turned out to be a meditation of its own. Something photography offers us as a sheer gift of the time we might devote to it!
"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him, should not perish, but have everlasting life." John 3:16
A beautiful Christmas to all.
Many many years ago, a friend and I would visit his parents home every Sunday for Sunday dinner. Heck, it was food and leftovers for the week.... sometimes. His father would be dressed up as MacArthur, pipe in mouth, uniform on and yell orders at his mentally ill wife, my friend's mother. We would sit very still while this was going on, on the couch together, looking across the room at a Velvet "sofa" size painting of Jesus on a rock praying. To this day, when I see that painting or print, or candles or in this case the glass in a window, I think back to what I said, under my breath to my friend on one of those Sunday afternoons. Every so often, I'll call him and say the same thing I said that day, then hang up. "Please let the liquor store be open."
St. Rosa, RC Church, Santa Rosa, Tohono O'Odham Nation. Southwest, Arizona, USA.
Full frame. No crop. No post processing.
Interesting to compare this sand sculpture with the Spanish one on yours RS..wish I could have caught it with the sun though
So I walked up to Ronnie DeSantis and whispered in his ear "GAY GAY GAY" then OMG... I died laughing from the expression on his face! 😂😂😂
AI Midjourney render using acrylic paint, colored pencil, charcoal and black ink. Post-work (lighting & composition) done in Photoshop.
Image Copyright © Λlpha Λrt 2023 All Rights Reserved
“On a round ball
A workeman that hath by, can lay
An Europe, Afrique, and an Asia,
And quickly make that, which was nothing, all:
So doth each teare,
Which thee doth weare,
A globe, yea, world by that impression grow,
Till thy teares mixt with mine doe overflow
This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so …”
~ John Donne, “A Valediction: Of Weeping”
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/ Da ispravitsja molitva moja,
jako kadilo pred Toboju,
vozdejanije ruku mojeju,
žertva večernjaja. /
/ Ne ukloni serdtse moje
v slovesa lukavstvija,
nepščevati vinj
o gresekh. /
Kanonarh:
Ne odvrati srce moje
u riječi prijevare,
Suzdrži se okrivljavati me
za grijehe.
Павел Чесноков - Жертва Вечерняя
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shrine 11
mixed media on wood: acrylic paint, weathered wood, doll head, jewels, safety pins, skull, cloth flowers, stamp, mirrors, bottlecaps, collaged paper, cross, matchbox retablo
EXPLANATION OF THIS PIECE: neal is having problems with his eyes. i made him shrine 10 to send healing wishes to him. after i made shrine 10 i began working on this shrine. then neal had to go to the gastrointestional doctor for stomach problems!
neal said "no more shrines"! every time i make one he has a problem!
ooops! too late..i am already working on shrine 12!!
EXHIBITED AT:
target gallery
torpedo factory art center
105 n. union street
alexandria, va. 22314
29 oct.-4 nov. 2012
Torpedo Factory Art Center
105 North Union Street
Alexandria, Virginia 22314
30 October- November 2010
jenniferbeinhacker.com
art outside the edge
11 3/4 X 9 1/2 X 1 1/2
One out of a series of 10 photographs I took of the Crucifix suspended above the altar of Westminster Abbey, Mission, B.C. *
For all its ornateness, it's not a work of art that seems to go with the simpler abstract stained glass windows that surround it. And yet the more time I spent gazing at it, and trying to determine good angles to photograph it, and 'capture' its 'essence', the more I saw a complexity of 'interpretations' of this figure on the Cross.
Depending on the angle one view it, one can discern a kind of inner movement within the static form--rather like the movements of Tai Chi, e.g. With eyes closed, the crucified one seems to go inward to find strength, a kind of centring that comes with meditation. And all the while suspended between Earth & Heaven, reflecting the glorious colours of the Light.
___________________
* A colleague from way back enrolled in a photography course, and the first assignment was to take a roll of film of one tree. He thought, a tree's a tree. How can I take 36 photos of one tree? But then the 'light bulb' went off in his head and he began to really see the tree.
Whatever our subject, can we begin to really see it, to study it, to simply be with it, to learn from its very essence? The challenge is to keep looking through the lens, closer, farther away, from different angles, in different light, with various backgrounds for context.
And so, this is what I attempted to do at the Abbey one afternoon. I felt went away with much more than I expected. It turned out to be a meditation of its own. Something photography offers us as a sheer gift of the time we might devote to it!