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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

       

Pissed blue heron on Jordan Lake, North Carolina, USA

"ninguna era tan bella como tú

durante aquel fugaz momento en que te amaba..."

 

Ángel Gonzalez

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!

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Walking through life

and making our plans

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"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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

Happy Macro Monday, everyone! :)

"Vale do Capão", "Chapada Diamantina" National Park, Palmeiras, Bahia, Brazil.

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

I walk slowly through the city;

the old wooden board

There are no words I can even articulate to explain why this is just so Poetic..

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

Shining down every hour

Shining down on every flower

That rises up and tries to run

High above towards the sun

That shines down without a sound

Beautiful light onto the ground

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