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"The essence of sculpture is for me the perception of space, the continuum of our existence." IsamuNoguchi
Though Winter has been brutally cold and many with more snow than other areas or snow in places that don't get snow, my perception is Wisconsin had a mild Winter so far.
...because pink leafs really do grow on trees.
Taken at the Sensoji in Asakusa where there were still a bit of fall colors left on the trees in December.
Do you believe in praying?
Arcade eatery in South Brisbane. I forgot to mention that this is an actual artwork so I must look up the name and artist.
Ah, here it is. ....."Echo by Nike Savvas".
30 Days of Perception:
Grateful for grasses blowing in the evening breeze on my walk at the end of the day.
Throughout history, female nudes have been used in cemetery/memorial art. For a deeper examination, visit northstargallery.com/pages/Sensualilty.htm
Many images in this set were taken inside Forest Lawn Memorial Park's (California, USA) Great Mausoleum.
The general public is not allowed to enjoy these and many other works of art in the Great Mausoleum. Entry is granted only to those able to afford the high price of admission and their living family members.
Why?
I turned the door handle of the Great Mausoleum at Forest Lawn in Glendale, California, USA and as the heavy door opened, I entered another world.
The massive, cathedral-like structure houses not only the remains of thousands able to afford the lofty ticket price for admission, it houses beautiful works of art. Sculptures, stained glass windows and ceilings, elegant marble throughout and massive architecture...all are off limits to the general public.
I didn't know at the time I turned that door knob, that Forest Lawn is consumed about keeping this structure and its contents strictly away from public view. I was simply a guy trying to take photos I like who quickly realized the challenges posed in this setting. I was simply on quest that began at the cemetery where my Mom and brother were buried almost twenty years ago.
One can attend a viewing of a stained glass window, The Last Supper, but, I've since returned (hoping to share with my family the splendor within) asking to enter the mausoleum. We were turned away. Forest Lawn's policy strictly prohibits entry to the general public.
Why? One would think that Forest Lawn (and its founder Mr. Eaton and its longtime and current President and CEO, John Llewellyn, would want to share with the wider world, the beauty contained within given the frequent ugliness which hits us in daily life...providing a form of comfort which is their business.
Forest Lawn loves attention but only on their terms. It thrives being known as the Disneyland of death services (and I mean that in the most respectful way ...after all, Walt Disney himself chose Forest Lawn) and hundreds of the famous and infamous call Forest Lawn home.
It is obvious Forest Lawn takes its mission seriously and provides a needed service exhibiting the highest levels of excellence from its impeccable grounds, to fine facilities and attentive staff.
Forest Lawn's theatrical stagings for adults and school children, its public art, museum and grounds filled with celebrities and movers and shakers, convey a seemingly mixed message when it comes to excluding the public from the massive amounts of great art held within the Great Mausoleum.
Why the exclusion? Staffing its maze of halls isn't a concern; staff members are everywhere throughout the park. Security? Sure it's in a bad neighborhood. But, as I wandered unknowingly in this remarkable place from which I was supposed to be excluded, I never saw graffiti...even in the restroom.
In fact, I never saw another soul (sorry, no pun intended). And, that, to me, is sad.
As I wandered, I was challenged by low light, by my impulse to rush my hand held shots since I had a vague gut feeling I was alone, but not; that someone was about to find me taking photos in a place where I was the forbidden invader...the only one...alive...appreciating fine art. Certainly, those entombed can not enjoy it.
Mr. Llewellyn, please open the doors to the Great Mausoleum for the public and the profound and positive impact its will have on us.
Mr. Llewellyn, I extend this offer:
if you have looked at my photos and they have spoken to you, please contact me. I will offer my photographic services to Forest Lawn to use in ways upon which we can agree.
The possibilities are limitless:
I can photographically catalog all of Forest Lawn's art at all its properties; the images could be published in many forms...books, dvd sets, and more; guided tours; respectful events built around the art and the images; museum exhibits.
Again, the possibilities are limitless and all can be accomplished in good taste equal to your mission statement and still be respectful of your residents and their families and, serve to educate and benefit the larger public.
Thank you,
Casual Clicks
A BIT OF BACKGROUND:
Many years ago after burying my mother and brother within days of the other, I was wandering their cemetery pondering and was intrigued by the statues I saw.
I was taken by the artist's talent in being able to capture the female form (since that was all the cemetery had). The sculptor's manipulation of the viewer's perceptions...cloth and how it draped, creating muscle tone, emotions displayed in facial expressions, all created from stone, piqued my interest.
I began an informal quest to research and find as many sculptures and to photograph them which overwhelmingly depicted the female nude (or partially so) in the cemetery/memorial setting.
As my cemetery visits grew, I began to realize that many of the sculptures seemingly evoked a sensuality in this form of memorial art.
Here, then, is my photos...a project in evolution...the female form as portrayed in an often sensual manner in memorial art.
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“When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality”
Henry David Thoreau quotes (American Essayist, Poet and Philosopher, 1817-1862)
In the perception of a tree we can distinguish the act of experiencing, or perceiving, from the thing experienced, or perceived.
“It is entirely possible that behind the perception of our senses, worlds are hidden of which we are unaware.” ~Albert Einstein
The personality of this species is so unique. They are not skittish like some species but they are very perceptive and alert to real danger.
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finally, a decent photo with my 450d. It focus' really well, and great dof.
mhm, well, i've been wanting to do a peacock feather photo for a long time, this isn't at all what i had in mind, but i liked it enough.
and the feather was a bit dodgy. :P
colours are better in safari...
A Kumbum (Tibetan: "One hundred thousand holy images"; Wylie: Sku-'bum) is a multi-storied aggregate of Buddhist chapels in Tibet. It forms part of Palcho Monastery.
The first Kumbum was founded in the fire-sheep year 1427 by a Gyantse Prince Rabten Kunzang Phak. It has nine lhakangs or levels, is 35 metres (115 ft) high surmounted by a golden dome, and contains 77 chapels which line its walls. Many of the statues were damaged during the Cultural Revolution but have since been replaced with clay images, but they lack the artistic merit of the originals. The 14th century murals showing Newari and Chinese influences, survived much better.
The Kumbum or great Gomang སྒོ་མང༌(many-doored / the stupa is said to have 108 gates) chorten at Gyantse is a three dimensional mandala, meant to portray the Buddhist cosmos. The Kumbum, like other mandalas, which are portrayed by a circle within a square, enables the devotee to take part in the Buddhist perception of the universe and can depict one's potential as they move through it. Mandalas are meant to aid an individual on the path to enlightenment. The Kumbum holds a vast number of images of deities throughout its structure with Vajradhara (Sanskrit:Vajradhāra, Tibetan: rdo rje 'chang (Dorje Chang), English: Vajraholder), the cosmic Buddha, at the top.
Photographers at the Olympus photographic playground in Amsterdam. The light source creates a shadow on the screen which is between me and the photographer. Through the shadow another photographer and his subject is visible.
At first sight the shadow looks more real than the person that creates the shadow :).
For me this image serves as a modern illustration of Plato's cave allegory and the perception of the freed philosopher. The philosopher can see through the shadows the reality. The image illustrates for me also that images can have different layers of interpretation.
Cave allegory from Wikipedia:
Plato has Socrates describe a gathering of people who have lived chained to the wall of a cave all of their lives, facing a blank wall. The people watch shadows projected on the wall from things passing in front of a fire behind them, and they begin to give names to these shadows. The shadows are as close as the prisoners get to viewing reality. He then explains how the philosopher is like a prisoner who is freed from the cave and comes to understand that the shadows on the wall do not make up reality at all, for he can perceive the true form of reality rather than the mere shadows seen by the prisoners. ...This allegory fascinated me already as a child.
© Dan McCabe
Callie - RIP: 2009-4/29/2022
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A fun fact about Callie: she was diagnosed with cataracts in one eye about 10 years ago, gradually making her blind in that eye. But I'd test her vision on a regular basis by throwing a tennis ball for her to catch. Even at the end, she did that perfectly.
One of the consequences of losing vision in one eye but not the other is that you lose depth perception. Your brain needs both eyes to understand how far away an object is. The fact that Callie was able to perfectly catch the tennis ball even after many years of cataracts shows how well she adapted to the loss of vision.
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This is based on a photo that I didn't think had value other than to me. In other words, this photo was originally a throw away. (And for the record, I never throw away a photo unless it's a botched mess.)
I recently purchased a license for Painter 2023. I had an older copy that never impressed me. But this version added a nice painterly touch to this photo.
The result is a creation that I will always cherish.
Buscándome en el espejo.
Se lo agradecí interiormente. Ardía de impaciencia por salir de la nebulosa confusión en la que me encontraba. Mirándome en el espejo buscaba una respuesta que inspirara y evidenciara mi camino. Hacía tiempo que la bruma de los "sentidos" embarrullaba mi conciencia y la percepción de la realidad no me permitía apreciar mis rasgos.
Ansiaba casi con demencia despejar mis temores y rescatar mis reflexiones, otrora subyugados, en una etapa de mi vida en la que todo sonaba fácil.
Y apareció él, el espejo de la verdad, de la evidencia, de la realidad, y súbitamente la niebla se ausentó...
Looking for me in the mirror.
I thanked him inwardly. I burned with impatience to get out of the hazy confusion in which I found myself. Looking in the mirror I was looking for an answer that would inspire and show my way. For a long time, the haze of the "senses" embroiled my conscience and the perception of reality did not allow me to appreciate my features.
I longed almost with dementia to clear my fears and rescue my reflections, once subjugated, in a stage of my life in which everything sounded easy.
And he appeared, the mirror of truth, of evidence, of reality, and suddenly the fog went away ...
Me chercher dans le miroir.
Je l'ai remercié intérieurement. Je brûlais d'impatience pour sortir de la confusion confuse dans laquelle je me trouvais. En regardant dans le miroir, je cherchais une réponse qui inspirerait et me montrerait mon chemin. Pendant longtemps, le brouillard des «sens» a embrouillé ma conscience et la perception de la réalité ne m'a pas permis d'apprécier mes traits.
J'avais presque envie de démence pour effacer mes peurs et sauver mes réflexions, une fois subjuguées, à un stade de ma vie où tout semblait facile.
Et il apparut, le miroir de la vérité, de l'évidence, de la réalité, et tout à coup le brouillard disparut ...
Cercandomi allo specchio
Lo ringraziai interiormente. Bruciavo con impazienza per uscire dalla confusa confusione in cui mi trovavo. Guardandomi allo specchio stavo cercando una risposta che ispirasse e mostrasse la mia strada. Per molto tempo la foschia dei "sensi" ha coinvolto la mia coscienza e la percezione della realtà non mi ha permesso di apprezzare i miei tratti.
Desideravo quasi con demenza per cancellare le mie paure e salvare le mie riflessioni, una volta soggiogate, in uno stadio della mia vita in cui tutto sembrava facile.
E apparve, lo specchio della verità, delle prove, della realtà, e improvvisamente la nebbia scomparve ...
María