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A return to Trælanípa Cliff today and the magical "floating" lake of Leitisvatn (also called Sørvágsvatn) in the Faroe Islands.
Ever since our first visit back in 2019, I wanted to return there again and we did so during our last trip to the Faroes. Light was not at its best but there is always a hint of that special Faroes' atmosphere in the air and I was able to explore few different composition.
Last time I concentrated more on the illusion created by the relationship between the lake and the ocean below. This time I was looking to work the cliffs into the image as well.
I was very happy to re-visit this location, especially since this view was still as mind bending as on the previous occasion.
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I've been feeling a bit subdued this week after the sudden death of a good friend. So creativity is at a bit of a low ebb.
This is for Sliders Sunday, and is a merge of some digital art knocked together yesterday in ten minutes or so on Corel Painter and a previously published image of my daughter's eyes, using both blend modes and blend ranges.
I'm afraid that's about as much as I can manage just now. I am sure the creative spark will rekindle eventually. In the meantime I wish you well...
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image. Happy Sliders Sunday!
I'll post links to the painting and the image in the first comment.
Hebrews 5:14 “But solid food is for the mature, whose perceptions are trained by practice to discern both good and evil.”
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All photos and textures used are my own. This is my first image taken with my iPad camera and made mostly with iPad apps but finished in PS on a PC.
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I see you as you are,
with your subtle flaws...
but your colors, are
oh, so beautiful.
And you softly reflect light,
in your uniquely special way...
like mist in a dream, surrounding
a secrete place in your heart.
It can't be seen or touched...
only sensed with an unusual perception,
call it a mystery.
It's the only way you can make yourself know to me,
and each thought is so delicate and filled with meaning.
How do I begin to convey
the things you've shared with me.
Lost
Flowers are amazing!
Frank Stella
Lettre sur les Aveugles ll, 1974
About the title of this painting:
"Diderot's celebrated Lettre sur les aveugles à l'usage de ceux qui voient ("Letter on the Blind") (1749), introduced him to the world as a daringly original thinker. The subject is a discussion of the interrelation between man's reason and the knowledge acquired through perception (the five senses)." Wikipedia
“It is entirely possible that behind the perception of our senses, worlds are hidden of which we are unaware.” ~Albert Einstein
my perception of love .l. benjamin amaru
youtu.be/UdsGYlMuubs?si=OpqTQmVMt-daShnn
You are
The life
The world
And the stars upon everything else
In the night
When I'm lost
The sunrise
It is sunshine that falls down on us
Who you are
When you look
When you kiss
Whatever you do
Like the sky
High above
You're everything
My perception of love
A refreshing and calming color combination of blue shades and white with a sense of serenity and tranquility in a minimalist perception. Shot from Dahab seashore during low tide.
Wearing
Dress CURELESS Pygmalion's Bride Goddess Sundress /
Legs AZOURY - Unsecret Part Cosmopolitan
Feet AZOURY - Charnel Ballet Shoe
Gun BAMSE : Peacemaker Cosmopolitan
Background MINIMAL - Urban BackdropUber
"Activity of inner consciencesness
may hamper or even block
appreciation of outside viewings "
monoprint, one phase, paper size 19.5x23 cm, 2018
This image is inspired by my photographic friend Philippe de Feluy. He published an image under this title, and I am continuing this process by taking up the lead and by applying it to my self-portraits. So, where do I stand between reality and imagination? How should I present myself visually? In front of my car or the things I own, my bookshelf to highlight my academic affiliation? Dressed up formally or, as here, in casual clothing? Myself, as a lone individual or together with others and thus emphasising sociability? A bit wild and unkempt in order to demonstrate my distaste for blind conformity? Well, I chose the garden shed, the island, the last refugium, a place where the constraints are minimal. And I am holding a hammer. Should I not? An octogenarian with attitude? At least in private? An illusionary way to continue with the ideals I had half a century ago? You will have noticed by now that one side of the equation, "reality", is crumbling in speedy progression. It is the "imagination" bit that dominates. This image is pure imagination, a design to be used on a public stage where a play is being shown that can only be seen in my mind. I am not sure how Philippe would see things, but in my mind it is clear that when it comes to self-portraits we deal with our imagination and we must leave it to others to discover the reality of it. Leica M 246 Mono, Voigtlander NC 1.4/35 at approx. F5.6.
Made a pencil drawing of trees(postcardformat) 5 minutes work) then i textured it (twice.... what's not good erase),thanks to Ipiccy and textures by Pinterest. Thanks for the visit have a nice day
There is no truth. There’s only perception.
Gustave Flaubert
Non esiste la verità, solo la percezione.
A calmness arises when we are in a quiet place with a sensory subject that brings our mental focus out of hiding and into the here and now.
I have written a short Facebook post that uses this image and the original image as examples of my opinion on artistic photography. It will give you a peek at how much changed in the post processing.
www.facebook.com/kellyamccauleyphotos/posts/215077875686567
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