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The Sun Voyager is a sculpture by Jón Gunnar Árnason, located next to the Sæbraut road in Reykjavík, Iceland. Sun Voyager is described as a dreamboat, or an ode to the Sun. The artist intended it to convey the promise of undiscovered territory, a dream of hope, progress and freedom.
In 1986, the district association of the west part of the city funded a competition for a new outdoor sculpture to commemorate the 200th anniversary of the city of Reykjavík. Jón Gunnar's Sun Voyager won the competition, and the aluminium model was presented to the city for enlargement. The full-sized Sun Voyager was eventually unveiled on Sæbraut on the birthday of the city of Reykjavík, August 18, 1990.
The work is constructed of quality stainless steel and stands on a circle of granite slabs surrounded by so-called “town-hall concrete”. It was constructed in accordance with Jón Gunnar's enlarged full-scale drawing of Sun Voyager and was overseen by Jón Gunnar's assistant, the artist Kristinn E. Hrafnsson. The engineering of the sculpture was supervised by the technologist, Sigurjón Yngvason, in close cooperation with Jón Gunnar himself, the building itself was carried out by Reynir Hjálmtýsson and his assistant.
In an interview published in the newspaper Þjóðviljinn on 11 June 1987, Jón Gunnar describes the genesis of the work as being part of the Scandinavian art project, Experimental Environment, which conducted various artistic experiments in Iceland, Denmark and other places in the 1980s.
In May 1985, a group of artists, members of the Scandinavian art project, Experimental Environment, gathered to take part in the Saari-Vala Environmental Art Action in Bockholm, Finland. There I experienced a sense of the history of the origins of Icelanders, something which is also related in the present exhibition at the Nordic House in Reykjavík.
I had an uncanny feeling that I had been on this island before, when travelling on my way from Mongolia to Iceland, hundreds of years ago.
As you know, there have been speculations that the Icelanders as a race originated in Mongolia. I have discovered the history of their migration to Iceland, which runs as follows: Many centuries ago, a mighty warlord, let’s say it was Alexander the Great, was living in the centre of the known world. He dispatched his bravest and most experienced warriors, along with some women, scribes and other followers, on an exploratory expedition to the cardinal directions, the north, west, south, and east, in order to discover and conquer new, unknown territories. Those who headed east followed the rising sun until they reached the steppes of Mongolia. There they settled down and lived in comfort. Those scribes who accompanied the warriors were expected to document the expedition for the king. Several centuries later, when the documents written by the scribes eventually came to be examined, the people discovered that they had another fatherland in the west. They therefore decided to gather together their belongings and head back west towards the setting sun. We followed the sun for days and years, walking, riding and sailing. We enriched our experience and our determination grew in strength as our journey progressed, and we recorded everything that we saw and experienced. I remember endless pine forests, mountains and waterfalls, lakes, islands, rivers and seas before we eventually reached the ocean. We then constructed huge ships and sailed on westwards towards the setting sun.
As a result of this vivid experience of my participation in this expedition while on the island of Bockholm in the Finnish archipelago, I carved a picture of a sun ship into a granite rock by the sea. The sun ship symbolizes the promise of new, undiscovered territory. It is also being exhibited here at the Nordic House, made of aluminium.
There has been some dispute about the eventual location of Sun Voyager on Sæbraut in Reykjavík. Some people have complained that the ship does not face west, towards the setting Sun in accordance with the concept behind it. The original intention had been for Sun Voyager to be situated in the west part of Reykjavík, for obvious reasons. Jón Gunnar's original idea had been for the ship to be placed on Landakot hill, the prow facing the centre of Reykjavík and the stern to Christ the King Cathedral (Icelandic: Landakotskirkja). Another possibility was that it could be placed by the harbour in the centre of Reykjavík on a specially constructed base. The coastline by Ánanaust nonetheless eventually came to be Jón Gunnar's preferred location for the ship. Unfortunately, changes in the town planning for Reykjavík came to rule out this location. In the end, the final decision was taken (with Jón Gunnar's consent) that Sun Voyager should be located on Sæbraut on a small headland (which the artist jokingly called Jónsnes: Jón's Peninsula). Jón Gunnar was well aware that when bolted to its platform, Sun Voyager would be facing north, but felt that that made little difference when it came down to it.
Sun Voyager was built in accordance with the artist's hand-drawn full-scale plan. Its irregular form with the ever-flowing lines and poetic movement which are a distinctive feature of so many of his works make it seem as if the ship is floating on air. It reaches out into space in such a way that the sea, the sky and the mind of the observer become part of the work as a whole. As a result, Sun Voyager has the unique quality of being able to carry each and every observer to wherever his/her mind takes him/her. Few of Jón Gunnar's works have a simple obvious interpretation. As he stated himself, all works of art should convey a message that transcends the work itself. It is the observer who bears the eventual responsibility for interpreting the works in his/her own way, thus becoming a participant in the overall creation of the work. Jón Gunnar's works frequently make such demands on the observers, giving them the opportunity to discover new truths as a result of their experience.
A close-up of flowering chives photographed at the Enabling Garden in Altoona, Iowa. This isn't exactly a stunning photo, but I really like the combination of the lavender and green colors here.
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THE ANIMAL CRUSADE
One day all the sties and burrows opened
And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring
cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture
the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn
You could see by their snouts that they meant business
You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr
They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke
once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero
the one with the garden
They were, to cut a long story short, fed up
And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off
the flayed skin of flight had faded
The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses
that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers
gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication
Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black
as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black
It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye
At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon
as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids
So the holy animals
travelled the holy world
And do you know how or why?
Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!
Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness
or bled a city dry
Now and then trampled on a Jesus
or struck down a prophet or a princess
They were beginning to get tired
Haste no longer necessary
The one day’s deities left the fire
H.H. ter Balkt
Translation: Willem Groenewegen
A Grey Heron (Ardea cinerea) was crossing a long stretch of waterbody with beautiful manoeuvring moves. The classy part of the image is the sweet reflection of the bird with wings in two half circles making it a beautiful circular loop. Pics was taken during an early morning in Bharatpur, Rajasthan, India.
La poésie est une chose aussi précise que la géométrie.
Gustave Flaubert
Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry
Montréal, QC
She thought by making this face it would deter me from taking her picture. What she DIDN'T realize was I look forward to my subjects doing exactly this: expressing themselves!
Ten years ago: www.flickr.com/photos/31246066@N04/9123398248
Happy Monochrome Monday, everyone!
"The poem . . . is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see it is, rather, a light by which we may see and what we see is life."
Robert Penn Warren
A Chestnut-tailed Minla (Actinodura strigula) was scanning for food inside bushes with a cute look. After waiting for long it came out from the bush for a moment and I was fortunate to frame this agile bird. Pics was taken from Great Himalayan National Park in Uttarakhand, India.
The clouds were amazing that day. No popcorn shaps but more as if somone had started painting them and left for lunch before finishing his job.
All around the rising tree
Many branches , you do see
Spreading open, spreading wide
The sky above, they do hide
As they surround the rising tree
A vision of beauty, so wild and free
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Series: Life between lines
Collection: The poetry of invisible movements / Sao Paulo BRAZIL, 2021
A look, a step, a gesture, the lines of the city or any detail, completed by the look, creating a poetics in the movements that only exist in the encounter between bodies, photographer, place, people photographed and who sees the photo, and this can generate a power of presence, a static dance.
[ESPAÑOL]
Serie: Vida entre líneas
Colección: La poesía de los movimientos invisibles / São Paulo SP, 2021
Una mirada, un paso, un gesto, las líneas de la ciudad o cualquier detalle, completado por la mirada, creando una poética en los movimientos que sólo existen en el encuentro entre cuerpos, fotógrafo, lugar, personas fotografiadas y quien ve la foto, y esto puede generar un poder de presencia, una danza estática.
[Português BR]
Série: Vida entre linhas
Coleção: A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis / São Paulo SP, 2021
Um olhar, um passo, um gesto, as linhas da cidade ou um detalhe qualquer, completados pelo olhar, criando uma poética nos movimentos que só existem no encontro entre corpos, fotógrafo, local, pessoas fotografados e quem vê a foto, e isso pode gerar uma potência de presença, uma dança estática.
I do swim into the night
On the lake, the moon shines bright
In my heart rests sweet love
Filled with dreams from high above
Will you join me as i depart
In sweet sleep. i'll open my heart
There in peace you will find
Poetic love to calm your mind
On the lake we call night
Where sweet love is held tight
A shining star will give you a kiss
Then wrap you tightly in nocturnal bliss
Follow the trees, follow the fences
Let me remove your defences
Let me walk, across your green
Where natural beauty, it is seen
Between your trees and far away
Where i want to walk today
Where i do lay my head
In your wild and untamed bed
As love blows on the breeze
I'll meet you soon, between your trees
Behind the tree, far away
Where the hills and clouds they play
Created by creations hand
Beauty fills the wild land
Behind the tree, that stretches
high
Home to the birds, that do fly
Past the clouds, through the blue
That fill the skies ,above of you
Over the land and hills , that play
Behind the tree and far away
I do slip between the trees
Where i feel a passionate breeze
That does make, my face shine
As i taste the natural wine
Filled with the beauty, i do see
In between the spreading trees
In the field of excited sighs
Inside natures open thighs
Grows a beauty, oh so sweet
That my fingers they do meet
That my fingers they caress
Natures defences, i undress
Allowing my sun to now cover
My sweet, wild growing lover
That fills the field with excited sighs
That opens wide, it's waiting thighs
Waiting for my love, to descend
cover it with sunshine, that will never end
A stormy sky set the sunset moments quite differently and I loved the calmness and peace of the environment.....taken at Chidiyatapu beach in Andaman and Nicobar Islands, India
I do dream of a beautiful flower
I do dream of her every hour
I wish i could hold her in my hand
See her beautiful, in my land
I do dream of a beautiful flower
She does fill my every hour
She does grow, before my eyes
Beautifully growing, up to the skies
Where she reigns, my floral queen
With such beauty, rarely seen
Filling up, my every hour
I dream , i dream of my beautiful flower
I dream of blue
I dream of you
As you flower in my night
I dream of you
I dream of blue
As stars, they shine down bright
I dream of blue
I make love to you
In my dreams, every single night
In my dreams of vivid blue
I dream of you
Where i will always, hold you tight
Elle US
Setembro 2006
Modelo: Rosie Huntington
Fotógrafo: Ruven Afanador
Fonte:http://www.bwgreyscale.com/
Stretching far, stretching wide
With sweet juices, deep inside
Feel them flowing on your fingers
As your hand slowly lingers
Between the shores, filled with trees
That do open in the breeze
To reveal , sweet natures treasure
Coloured blue and filled with pleasure
Rise up, rise up
Until we fill our loving cup
On the steps, we will rise
Until we see with our eyes
Paradise, covered in a cloak of green
Where our love will be seen
Rising , rising, so very high
Where it will then, fill the sky
With the elixir from our cup
As our love does, rise, rise, up
In the tree that stretches high
Into the blue infinite sky
My nuts they do fill up my hand
As i look down on the land
My tail sticks up, so soft and sweet
As your passion , i do eat
In my kingdom high above
Filled with nuts and with love
Somewhere in the distant land
I know is waiting your soft hand
I know your mouth, you soft lips
Are waiting for my tongue that slips
Deep inside you, straight to your heart
From whose hold, i will never part
As i look , deep in your eyes
Under loves, never ending skies
I see love, that does shine
I am yours, you are mine
Holding your sweet, tender hand
We walk so slowly across the distant land