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I felt an unsettling sense of connection with this frightful Halloween decoration the moment I laid eyes upon it. As these things go, they are often over the top in terms of being ghastly, blood-soaked and monstrous. While certainly ghoulish, this small figure seemed to capture an overwhelming sense of pathos in a very relatable human form. The softness of facial features juxtaposed against the vacant eyes. The look of a little girl playing dress-up with inexpertly applied makeup and a party dress, but horribly conflicted with the awful hair and balding scalp. These subtleties and juxtapositions are what make this so terrifying. Creations such as Frankenstein and Dracula are almost humorous by comparison. Perhaps because they've been so overdone over the years I've become immune to them. But it's also because their inhuman qualities add a layer of safe distance. This figure is relatable in the sense that the human qualities remain, cleverly blended in with the a dark vision of the afterworld. It is imbued with the qualities I imagine a real ghost would exhibit. I can just imagine an encounter with something like this in the many dark and lonely places I've explored, completely alone. I saw so many overtly horror-filled displays the day I found this sad little urchin, but they are mostly lost to me now. Only this figure remains in my mind, and I've got a feeling it will be there long after Halloween has passed.
“Who can explain the secret pathos of Nature's loveliness? It is a touch of melancholy inherited from our mother Eve. It is an unconscious memory of the lost Paradise. It is the sense that even if we should find another Eden, we would not be fit to enjoy it perfectly nor stay in it forever.”
- Henry Van Dyke
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In a Lake District graveyard (Again I forget which.) It's so full of sadness.
Fuji Sensia film. Nikon F2
DSC05549-HDR_Lr9
"Dolor" by Theodore Roethke
I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,
Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight,
All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage,
Desolation in immaculate public places,
Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard,
The unalterable pathos of basin and pitcher,
Ritual of multigraph, paper-clip, comma,
Endless duplication of lives and objects.
And I have seen dust from the walls of institutions,
Finer than flour, alive, more dangerous than silica,
Sift, almost invisible, through long afternoons of tedium,
Dropping a fine film on nails and delicate eyebrows,
Glazing the pale hair, the duplicate grey standard faces.
La morte (o la sua allusione) rende preziosi e patetici gli uomini. Questi commuovono per la loro condizione di fantasmi; ogni atto che compiono può esser l’ultimo; non c’è volto che non sia sul punto di cancellarsi come il volto d’un sogno.
(Jorge Luis Borges)
mixed media: on wood: acrylic paint, collaged paper, bottlecaps, nails, billboard paper, plastic ring
24" L x 24" H x 2"D
published in:
"the best of america mixed media
artists and artisans," volume 1
(kennedy publishing)
jennifer beinhacker
jenniferbeinhacker.com
art outside the edge
So baby don't stop what you're doing.
Softer than a mutha
Boy I know you wanna touch.
Breathing down my neck,
I can tell ya wanna -
And now you want it like,
Want you to feel it now.
I got a secret that I wanna show you, ou.
I got a secret Imma drop em to the floor, ou.
Skin - Rihanna
Continuing the night tour beneath the Tre Cime di Lavaredo, here I was at the Forcella Lavaredo (2.454 m), swept by a strong chilly wind. In fact, my concern was not to be able to set a long exposure.
But I've seen far worse moments in the mountains and in these cases it only takes a little patience, hoping the wind becomes, let's say, "photographically less intrusive" :-)
As you can see the three peaks begin to show their classic well known face.
The evening began as very cloudy, luckily weather improved later, allowing the moon (73%) to illuminate the landscape.
In fact, I am posting this photo also to show the different effects of the lunar lighting: here the moon is already present (behind me) but heavily veiled by clouds, consequently the landscape is visible even without headlamp, but the three peaks are uniformly dark... in the next picture I'll post the moon will lit the side walls of the three peaks.
A way like another to show the many expressive faces of the night, which is not only a place of darkness and fear, as most commonly thought... rather a time of the day capable of providing a complete kaleidoscope of sensations, also shades of infinite grace and delicacy :-)
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Crystal Castle.
Espaces démêlés natures translucides firmaments voûtés poussant différents constituants des rives environnantes des eaux des montagnes des berges expansives,
fünftens Zonen kalte Regionen hängende Wolken Donner Gewichte Blitzverbrennungen blitzende Winde entfernter Dichter metamorphosierte Sterne besprühte Erlasse,
مساء براقة مقصورات مضطربة مقصورات التلوث عيون نعسان الايماء خطط سحرية على غرار الظلال رفض,
dagen brute agressie culminerende verhalen geïllustreerd bloed transformerende effecten degeneratie overstromingen angstaanjagende elementen schildwacht pathos.
maleńkie linie opuszczające kotwice flądrujące idioty zanurzone żmudne zasady bijące ptaki żeglarstwo śmiech nieskończone ruchy podgrzewane błoto rozszerzające się demony wilgoć,
びしょぬれの種パイソン巨大な恐怖の鹿打たれた心欲望を急ぐ素敵な煙燃える楽しみ薄っぺらな法則草の多いエスケープ驚いた目驚いた百の目.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Jaded.
Recherche de la ville balayer pathos drames passions chérir les changements splendides poids soudé lois lèvres féroces mots d'anxiété,
далекие страницы, смуглая кожа, разбивающая судьбы, смертные печали, много слез, театральные клетки, ленивые стада, изумительный мед, колоссальные высоты, черные ветры, растрепанный поэт,
confusos gritos fuertes mares laderas dispersando líderes tremendos juicios despertares resplandecientes voces dobles preso famoso luchas duras,
întrebări inutile turnuri furioase puncte goale tabere nenorocite scuturi instantanee scăpând tăcere orori porți periculoase tutore flămând,
seoda creimthe ceachtanna fabhraithe cumhachtaí gleoite cumhachtaí fréamhacha doimhne mangaireacht deamhain trua faoi oll-uaigheanna ag pléascadh,
野蛮な血が滴る手足大まかな用語見知らぬ人の静脈がうわさを振る狡猾な命令未知の住居迅速な運命隠された洞窟悪行の日.
Steve.D.Hammond.
... for this new year lot of drama, lot of fight for be SL-famous, lot of desperate love story, lot of stalking, lot of needer, lot of expectations, lot of weak cheat, lot of ass-lickers, lot of artists-like, lot of starving peeps.
I wish our creators stay creative. I wish that fun people stay fun, nice and interresting people stay in this way.
I wish still listen music, laughing, joke and still never take ourself serious.
I will that SL still stay a big circus with a mix of fun, pathos, creative, desperate, dreamers, liars, nice, lickers, lovely people.
Because I love circus and I love be part of this.
Thanks all for make my SL like that.
And I wish you RL health.
My resolution for this new year : 1920 x 1080
Love ♥
The Republic agent tracked down the villain and action was about to commence in the streets of the district capital!
Dark Lord: (With a tad too much pathos in his voice) "I am Darth Ragnagoth the Great! Ruler of this city, the whole planet and the nearby sectors. If you go now, you shall leave this planet unharmed."
General Rox: "In the name of the Republic, surrender your weapons and capitulate. We will put in a good word for you in court. Only 10 or 20 standard years in the ore mines of Delrian..."
Dark Lord: "If you little creatures continue to annoy me, I'll be forced to activate my lightsaber and cut you a little."
General Rox: "Go ahead then, Dark Lord!"
Darth Ragnagoth turned his back to the Republic forces... and... activated his lightsaber!
General Rox: "Sir, it looks like you just put a wooden stick on your lightsaber hilt, no?"
Unfazed by the shenanigans a beggar sat in a corner, asking for alms.
After the imposter and his companions were taken into custody, peace returned and everything went back to normal. As it ever was on the peaceful agriworld of Dagro. Nevertheless, the Dagro people would talk about the Sith Lord who ruled their planet for a long long time in the years to come and eventually the spectacle became part of the local folklore.
[Built for Eurobricks Mysteries Lego Star Wars RPG.]
Una canción acompañada de un fotografía, la canción lo dice todo.
Pero cuando todo está oscuro y estás al borde del abismo, una luz da esperanza.
Hontoria de la Cantera es un agradable pueblecillo burgalés de aproximadamente 125 habitantes situado a apenas 20 kilómetros de la capital.
Su nombre le viene de unas impresionantes canteras que se explotaban ya en el siglo XI y de las que salieron las piedras necesarias para construir la Catedral de Burgos, una de las obras maestras del gótico.
La explotación de la mina se hacía excavando la montaña mediante el método de cámaras y pilares, por lo que quedaron enormes espacios de 20 metros de ancho y 5 de alto, ideales para proteger armamento, por lo que fueron usadas de polvorín por el ejército.
A song accompanied by a photograph, the song says it all.
But when all is dark and you're on the edge, a light gives hope.
Hontoria de la Cantera is a pleasant little town of Burgos of about 125 inhabitants, situated just 20 kilometers from the capital.
Its name comes from an impressive quarries were exploited as early as the eleventh century and of which came the stone needed to build the Cathedral of Burgos, one of the masterpieces of Gothic.
The Exploitation of the mine was digging up the mountain by room and pillar method, which left huge spaces of 20 meters wide and 5 high, ideal for protecting weapons, so they were used in the army depot.
I couldn't help but feel this fellow was contemplating the pathos of life. It had been raining, but the sun had come out, and there were birds everywhere -- frantically calling, defending territory, and gathering material for nest building. This fellow was not calling, but just watching the whole scene with that passive inscrutable expression.
Panasonic Leica DG Vario-Elmar 100-400mm 4.0-6.3, JPG unedited from camera
Per un gatto, di tutti i giochi nessuno è fatto meglio del proprio umano. E’ un giocattolo che può essere usato in molti modi e le parti che lo compongono possono essere orientate in ogni direzione. Viene consegnato completamente assemblato e quando gli si salta addosso emette dei suoni.
I met this old lady making garlands when I visited the Mullickghat Flower Market, Kolkata, India. I loved how the morning golden hour fell on her face and a sense of pathos covered it.
Made a point of visiting the village cemetery last evening. Had been way too long since my last visit and I felt the need to reconnect. And even more so the need to free associate with a camera. That's my practice of going out to take photos but without any sense for subject matter. I simply move about and stop at whatever place I'm drawn to. The universe always seems to provide. Yesterday it led me unerringly to this tiny figurine. In fact I rode right up to it, laid down my bicycle in the grass and knelt down to inspect it. I love funerary sculpture and the little figurines and tributes left behind on graves. They are easy to pass over; often so small as to go unnoticed. This one was just a few inches tall. But up close it seemed larger than life. It put me in mind of a store mannequin. I don't photograph every figurine I encounter. In fact I pass on most of them. What I look for is a blend of pathos and reality. A feeling of emotion or at least some sort of artistic flare. What startled me here was the realistic human quality of the face. It was like looking at the results of some photo app that morphs a human face into a doll. But here the slider was life mostly at the human end of the scale. The gaze and facial expression were eerie. And figurines had been splattered with debris from a weed whip, but that only added to the reality. The face seemed at odds with the rest of the figure which was rather clumsily rendered as a sprite or fairy. The limbs seemed very plastic and the wings too thick. But that face...
"La fotografia è un'arte elegiaca, un'arte crepuscolare. Quasi tutti i suoi soggetti, per il solo fatto di essere fotografati, sono tinti di pathos.”
(Susan Sontag, Sulla fotografia. Realtà e immagine nella nostra società)
Each day as I listen to and read the news I can barely stand the turmoil, violence and pathos that is presented. I do not know what to do with all of the feelings ... where do I go ... so I turn to nature and it rests my soul for a time. I do not know what I would do without it. What DO people do without it? How do they handle daily, hourly conflict and discord in their lives? I really don't know. I wonder this daily as I think of the millions of people whose lives are in constant distress which is thrust upon them through the mere chance of birthplace. I think how I know nothing of life ... how spoiled I am by the mere chance of my birthplace and not by anything I have done to deserve it.
This is a scene that brings a sense of tranquilty to my soul. I hope it does yours too.
Yellowstone
Wyoming
USA
Explore, August 16, 2012
Thanks for sharing the experience,
Bev
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"Make a picture that is funny and sad at the same time. A photograph that simultaneously evokes pathos, irony and humour." - Jeff Mermelstein
Dimitra Milaiou's participation in "Έρως-Πάθος-Πόθος" exhibition.
In Art Kolonaki (Λυκαβηττού 20).
Mέχρι και 17/2.Προλαβαίνετε!
PHOTO NOTE: Minamata tells the true story of how at the end of his long career a seemingly washed up photographer (albeit a truly great one) would find the courage to create his most moving and socially important work. I’ll let you read the blurbs for yourself and recommend you watch the trailer, but this is a film that shows how photography - perhaps more so than any of the other visual arts - still has the power to change the world.
MINAMATA Official Trailer (2021) www.youtube.com/watch?v=WP3pKTssw_E
“Available light is any damn light that is available!” – W. Eugene Smith
If there’s one quote that gets to the essence of Gene Smith as a photographer, than that’s it. Straight to the point, no nonsense, and it’s all about the light. William Eugene Smith was born in Kansas in 1918. At 13 his mother bought him a camera and he never looked back. He is regarded by many as the best photojournalist of the 20th century and "perhaps the single most important American photographer in the development of the editorial photo essay." www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2017/aug/06/w-eugene-smi...
He was Life Magazine’s greatest ever photographer and also their most troublesome. A notoriously prodigious artist, who when fully engaged in a project became obsessive. The best example of this was in 1955, soon after joining Magnum Photos after being fired by Life Magazine. His assignment was to spend three weeks in Pittsburgh photographing the steel mills. Two years and 13,000 photographs later he gave up the project. But the photographs that have been seen are truly astounding.
He made his name in Life Magazine as a war correspondent. While photographing the battle for Okinawa he was seriously wounded and repatriated to the United States. His war photos are full of real pathos, like the one where American soldiers rescue a dying baby in the fields. As he once said, “What use is having a great depth of field, if there is not an adequate depth of feeling?”
But it would be a mistake to think of Gene Smith as a mere photojournalist. The range of his work is almost unparalleled in the history of photography.
Lovers of music often think of him as the greatest photographer of jazz there ever was. From his Bohemian loft apartment in New York City in 1957, he played host to jazz musicians as legendary as Thelonious Monk, Charlie Mingus, Bill Evans and the emerging genius John Coltrane. Not only did he make nearly 1,500 recordings of these sessions, but he took an estimated 40,000 negatives. press.uchicago.edu/ucp/books/book/chicago/J/bo198266625.html
From the same loft window high above the street he took some legendary street shots – all in black and white because Gene Smith wouldn’t take colour seriously. Smith once said, “In music I still prefer the minor key, and in printing I like the light coming from the dark. I like pictures that surmount the darkness, and many of my photographs are that way. It is the way I see photographically. For practical reasons, I think it looks better in print too.”
The light coming from the dark. It was a technique he was renowned for: Chiaroscuro. Painters have used it for centuries, including Caravaggio.
So when in 1970 Smith’s final great assignment came to him, after years of substance abuse and professional neglect, he used all his immense technical skills to produce work that would change forever the way people thought about the social responsibility of corporations. In the fishing village of Minamata in Japan, people were dying of mercury poisoning from toxic wastes being discarded directly into the sea.
The fishers were catching and eating the highly toxic fish, children were born with gross deformities and people were dying in scenes reminiscent of the post-atomic blasts at Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Smith joined the community and photographed their desperate plight and protests. He also found love again and his heart warmed especially towards the children. But these were not just any photographs one might see in the World News pages. From these dark images there emerged a light of hope, love and true compassion.
I will provide a link for you here to what I consider one of the greatest photographs ever taken (worth ten thousand golden hour sunsets) – possibly Smith’s finest and a true distillation of a life’s work. Only the hard of heart could not shed a tear of empathy at this purest form of a mother’s love that one could ever imagine. It is a modern equivalent of Michelangelo's Pieta. Truly the climax of the movie Minimata.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomoko_and_Mother_in_the_Bath
This is what photography should be! I’ll leave the final word here to Gene Smith himself:
"A photo is a small voice, at best, but sometimes - just sometimes - one photograph or a group of them can lure our senses into awareness. Much depends upon the viewer; in some, photographs can summon enough emotion to be a catalyst to thought."
W. Eugene Smith died of a stroke on October 15, 1978. He wasn’t quite 60.
SOME MORE RESOURCES TO STUDY:
www.magnumphotos.com/photographer/w-eugene-smith/
www.life.com/photographer/w-eugene-smith/
The Genius of W. Eugene Smith
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GjUyOJs69pQ&t=49s
Masters of Photography, W. Eugene Smith
Pathos Discourse.
Iintsholongiselo zintsingiselo eziyinyaniso ezibalulekileyo iimfundiso ezibalulekileyo ezenza iingcamango zokugxekwa ngabantwana abangenandaba nabantwana,
την καθιέρωση αντίθετων απόψεων απομίμηση κριτικών που μετρούν τις ανησυχίες αναψυχής αναπαριστώντας την ευθύνη χωρίς νόημα μέτρα ακατάλληλες σκέψεις εξωφρενικά μαθήματα,
වෙනස් නොකළ චාංජනක ප්රාන්තවල කථාව පිළිබඳ දේවධර්මවාදී සීමාවන් නිරීක්ෂණය කළ නොහැකි මිථ්යා විශ්වාසයන් නොසලකා හැරීම,
punir os versos de sofrimento planos ruinosos reação impia sobre princípios enganando enganos da natureza profundas realidades ignorantes indícios adulterados
اشتباهات وحشتناک کنترل ارواح وحشتناک آینده جهان مضر بی حد و حصر جنون فرمان تبدیل فراموشی صحبت کردن,
有益な推論詩の語り言語軽蔑的な災害は、悪意のある言葉を追い抜く幸運な議論を議論する.
Steve.D.Hammond.
"His father watched him across the gulf of years and pathos which always must divide a father from his son."
- J.P. Marquand, The Late George Apley
During my search for the grave of Eleanor Rigby, I wandered into a corner, which since my last visit has become overgrown. It adds to the atmosphere of pathos, which I find quite beautiful. This memorial caught my eye, and here it is as I saw it when I pressed the shutter.
St. Peters Parish Church of Woolton.
19920608DE Unknown man playing known man. I think I have a blind spot. I cannot imagine why anyone would want to be Charlie C. With the exception of the Great Dictator the character is based solely on pathos. Berlin Germany #blackandwhite #90 #charliechaplin #imitator #film #knownknowns&unknownknowns #art #realpeople #reallives #truestories #portraits #b&w #photography #instagram #street www.hughes-photography.eu www.flickr.com/photos/michael_hughes www.hughes.berlin