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Photography by Shay Rowan at the first performance.
Come for the music, stay for the existential crisis.
"As irreverent as it is poignant" (Australian Arts Review), this classical cello recital plays out like a piece of performance art run by a masterly jester blurring artistry, humanity, and insanity. Featuring Suite Number One in G Major by JS Bach and personal comedic pieces crafted in Idiot classes, Karen fuses in a healthy dose of pathos tackling identity, expectations, and success through the eyes of a fool.
Winner - Tour Ready Award San Diego Fringe
Winner - Best of the Broadwater encore at Hollywood Fringe
Winner - Weekly Judges Pick in Spoken Word and Storytelling at Sydney Fringe
Nominee - Best Overall in Spoken Word and Storytelling at Sydney Fringe
Top Ten Theatre pick by Stage Raw Los Angeles
★★★★ - Sydney Arts Guide
★★★★ "comic timing as impeccable as her playing" Everything Theatre UK, London
★★★★ - The Alternative Gig Guide, Melbourne
SOLD OUT Run at Vancouver Fringe
Tickets greatermanchesterfringe.co.uk/events/delusions-and-grandeur/
I don't do a lot of street photography. Often, the people, places and things — the streetscape — ask the questions and tell the stories which we can't; or never knew.
Here on Commercial Street, a unimaginative name but to the point, like Shetlanders, I was stopped short by this scene.
It could be forensically dissected and analysed, hypothesised about, inferences drawn; conclusions accompanied with an exaggerated leaping. Velocity, vectors and trajectories; all science and no art — inhumane, dehumanised.
Instead I'll let the scene describe itself while I ponder whether I have a future in street photography; or not.
Hatchment - Richard Paul Jodrell 1831 who married Virtue www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/13008337253/ daughter of Edward Hase www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/13008336813/
Quarterly, 1st, Jodrell, with trefoil argent, 2nd, Or on a fess dancetty between 3 billets azure each charged with a lion rampant or 3 bezants (Rolle), 3rd, Sheldon, 4th, Quarterly i. and iv., Quarterly 1. and 4., per bend dancetty argent and sable, 2. and 3., azure a fleur-de-lys or (Warner), ii. and iii., Vert a cross engrailed argent (Whetenhall) In pretence: Quarterly, 1st, Hase, 2nd, Repps, 3rd, Or a bend between 3 trefoils slipped azure (Smythe), 4th, Azure 2 weaving combs in fess between 2 halves of a broken tilting spear or (Lombe)
Crest: A demi-cockatrice wings erect or issuing from a chaplet of roses gules
Motto: Mentem mortalia tangunt
The mottoes of Richard and Virtue form a quotation from Vergil, Aeneid, Book I, 1.461: "There is a pathos in the affairs of men, which moves the heart to tears"
This lovely cat adopted us while we were in Cyprus -- he turned up at the apartment every day and made himself at home.
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This picture reminded me of the movie “The Blue Lagoon”, except without the ship wreck, and all that weird frolicking around. I was chilling in this lagoon in the North Shore of Oahu and I remember being slightly annoyed that these kids kept floating into my shot. I remembered an old saying that goes something like “What you resist, persists”, so I took a couple of pictures of them playing around, not really expecting anything to come out of it. When I got home and saw this picture on my monitor I realized how lucky I was to have captured that moment.
The sun was low enough to paint the world with a warm yellow hue, the waves were crashing over the lagoon wall creating an effervescent feeling, a small rainbow was pleasantly sitting on the cloud at the top of the frame and the little kids were fixated on some small treasure they had just found. The picture evokes a fleeting sense of innocence that can be attributed only to childhood.
It reminds me of the first few days after my family had immigrated to the States. I was still very young and everything around me was new and held such a sense of wonder. We didn't have much, but then again, I didn't need much. I remember when I found an old lock on the ground on my way back from a park and how that simple little lock held my interest and imagination for weeks. When I think back on my youth it seems to be filled with these simple experiences.
Wow, a leaf.
I've taken a picture of a leaf, and now the whole world can look at at.
Seemed amazing once. Still is, I suppose.