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It's always a matter of perception. Everything is.
When you see "Born to die", do you think it's being negative or fatalist because of the word "die" ?
For me, it's only truth: we're going to die, all of us, that's a fact. And accepting that fact helps understand how important it is to live life while you can, while you're alive. So as negative as the sentence may seem at first, it makes me very very happy.
Perception. :) (annnd a new tattoo on my arm as a reminder of that!)
This is a video of the slides I presented at the CALRG seminar on March 3rd 2016. Further details at: www.open.ac.uk/blogs/CALRG/?event=seminar-getting-lost-in...
I've always admired the Barbican, along with many of the "utopian" projects from the brutalist period. Unfortunately many people, led by Prince Charles seem to despise these buildings. It's very much a challenge of perception, and how we are often mislead. This is a series of two images which have simply been post processed differently, and shows you how easily the mind can be warped.
Humor me people...
What do you see?
I played with a feature in PS and came up with this picture.
Can anyone guess what`s going on here?
The bloody black damask underbust corset features 18 steel bones encased within a beautiful 14-panel silk damask shell, hand-flossed with silver thread. The corset also features a historically spaced split-front busk, "rabbit ear" lacing, floating modesty panel, and silver grommets and aglets. And blood, lots of blood!
Standard sizing with the addition of an M+ size created specifically for very curvy avatars that don't fit into the standard sizes, and a Bx size for top-heavy avatars.
Available in-world at Perception and on the Marketplace.
Perceptions - Rob Hall
"The Alabama Jubilee Hot-Air Balloon Classic is the oldest hot-air balloon race in the mid-South, started in Decatur, Alabama in 1978.
The sport of Hot-Air Ballooning had come to Decatur only a few years prior to the fact that the City of Decatur had decided to purchase a hot-air balloon but now needed pilots to fly it. So the salesman of the balloon cut a deal that he would train three pilots to fly the city's new balloon.
A few years later the sport of ballooning had hit Decatur hard and there were several well known pilots living in the area. Craving competition and the festival atmosphere provided at other ballon rallies 17 balloonists from Alabama,Kentucky, Ohio, Georgia, Mississippi and Louisiana got together with a handful of other volunteers and started the Alabama Jubilee
Initially Jubilee also served as a showcase for the new Decatur balloon, one of the first hot air balloons to represent a city, and an event to kick off Alabama's tourism season. These days Jubilee draws about 60 pilots from 20 states for two days of competition during the annual Memorial Day holiday weekend and serves not only as a showcase for the City of Decatur but as a must-attend community event that draws visitors for all over the country.
The continued popularity of the Alabama Jubilee prompted the Alabama Legislature to designate the City of Decatur as the “Ballooning Capital of Alabama.” The Jubilee has also been named a Top 20 Tourism Event in the Southeast for May by the Atlanta-based Southeast Tourism Society."
Taken from alabamajubilee.net/about.php?pagename=history as it appeared on May 26, 2014.
Photo Taken in Beaverton, ON - April 2021 (I love you Dad)
It was easier to get mad at him than it was to understand him. My dad was a tree with love and life running through each branch and for me, I had a leaf on that tree. It may have been a single leaf but it was mine, my own small piece of him. You see, also running through each branch was the reasons for why my dad was the man he was. You couldn’t see the reasons because as the tree grew the bark grew with it and that bark was thick, impenetrable and it covered the scars that my dad carried with him each and every day of his life. He never really talked a lot about it and no one ever really understood his reasons and it was just easier to get upset with him than it was to stop and question “why am I really getting upset”? I am sure that he realized the upset but he was trapped within that tree. He could hear the upset, see the upset and without a doubt he could feel the upset, but there he was stuck within that tree. Through it all though I hung onto that one leaf. I watched that leaf shine in the sun, drip in the rain, blow through the storms and dazzle with such beautiful colours in the fall. That leaf never fell to the ground and I hung on to it knowing that this leaf, this one small part of such a huge tree was mine. The rain and storms and the cold winter always gave way to the warmth of the sun and beauty of the fall. The tree that was my dad was anchored by all that was good, all that was love but some of the roots injected into him all that he struggled with. I do not blame my dad for allowing his tree to sway or to allow for branches to fall off because I knew he was powerless and I eventually understood. It took me awhile but I understood because like some of the roots on his tree, I inherited the same struggles. Nobody really seems to want to listen but he did as I listened to him. He understood first hand what I was telling him because he lived it his entire life. For me, the last 6 years I’ve been to many people hoping someone would listen, someone would understand or that someone would help but I always came back to him. “Why Dad” I would begin to ask and he never had an answer but he always provided an understanding. “Why does it feel like the world is always ending, my heart racing, what happened to me”, I would ask and again, never a definite answer, just words of understanding. “Why do I sit in a chair all day Dad and I feel paralyzed to move even though I know what I’m doing is wrong and I’m hurting others”, he would look at me from his car and I knew he understood. He understood because he is the tree and these are all his branches. It didn’t make Christmas’ easier and it didn’t make holding his hand easier because the branches on my dads tree were long now and showing signs of all the years and all that they have endured - but, he understood and I understood. I had a leaf on my dad’s tree, a single leaf but to me it was bigger than the tree itself because it was my leaf, my piece of my dad and I loved that leaf. I watched helplessly as that one leaf, my leaf fell to the ground and I wasn’t there to catch it. I should have been there to catch it and I let it fall. Gone now is that leaf, never to return again, never to extend that hand and tell me he loves me. What I would give to have that leaf back, just to see it shine again because that leaf had more love in it than I really ever knew until now, because it is gone. I don’t know what more to say, the pain right now is felt by many who had leafs on that tree. Some had many leafs, some had bigger leafs and I am sorry that these leafs are also gone - we all have lost a piece of something beautiful. I am so sorry Dad
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"Letters from My Future Self"
Starting a paper cut-n-paste project. Just for fun, for art, but not for serious..
To view complete project: Mindwash_Under the Threshold of Consciousness
Promotional Book | Type Promotional Book for Copy // Copy Cut // Copy Semi Grotesk
The basis of this project was to choose a typeface and design a poster, promotion book, type promotion book, and website to showcase and promote the chosen typeface. I chose the Copy Family: Copy // Copy Cut // Copy Semi Grotesk from the T26 Digital Type Foundtry.
Concept_Subject of Study:
Copy Semi Grotesk, the typeface designed by Thomas Mettendorf, is a mix between a slab serif, serif, and monotype typeface categories. Copy Semi Grotesk is a typeface that stands on its own, in a unique category between the slab serif, serif, and monotype; in short, Copy Semi Grotesk represents a sense of duality which is how it relates to the subject of subliminal perception. Subliminal perception occurs when you are not consciously aware of receiving information, or learning, yet the information is still stored in your mind; it reaches the individual on a subconscious level but affects one on a conscious level, thereby adding to that layer of duality. Since Copy Cut, with its angular cuts, is about breaking away from the ordinary shapes and basic design, so too is the concept of this book: to break through the meaning of these subliminal messages and realizing the underlying true content.
Final size of book: 7" x 10" | Printed on Brilliant Supreme Matte paper
Poster size: 24" x 36" | Printed on Brilliant Supreme Matte paper
copyright, 2012, Ferran Cubedo.
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My large cap mic. does the job very nicely.
331/365
I've gotta say. I'm in a strange, strange mood today.. I've been so busy, I'm starting to notice it's effecting my pictures. Tomorrow I have people coming to visit 'till Thursday, which I then leave at 6am in the morning to drive 15 hours, and then sleep in a random hotel and drive a few more hours to get to Connecticut Friday morning. I'll get to stay by the beach (yay!) and then head to Boston for a few days on Sunday. It should be a good weekend, but my mind is just overflowing with all I have to get done. On a side note; while I'm in Boston I'll be hanging out with an awesome photographer friend and we're gonna collab! Can't wait!
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My final pic #30 for the personal feedback set re. #SomeTime2011 process. The pics #1 - #29 have been published at @Dailyshoot, 365 and @Macromavens flickr groups from July 11 to October 18, 2011.
The conclusive set @ slideshare: www.slideshare.net/ConnectIrmeli/first-perceptions-of-30
For the slide set the 30 reflection pictures have been combined with sepia glimpses from the #SomeTime2011 event.
One of my little side-projects: photographing doors, in a project I call "Doors of Perception" (yes, I am a fan of The Doors).
"Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg."
Hans Christian Anderson
This is our local swan. Her and her partner have been using this nest, just a few minutes walk from my parents' house, for years. They have been the victims of vandals destroying the nest, yobs stealing or breaking their eggs and the Cob has required medical treatment after swallowing an abandoned fishing hook and line. Yet they come back year after year, laying their eggs and producing ugly yet beautiful young, which, if they avoid the mink and pike, grow into majestic and serene adults. Truly inspirational.
Thought it would look good to make a cross out of Easter eggs, I thought it kind of shows the evolution of the story about Jesus to what people associate Easter with now; chocolate eggs :)
copyright, 2012, Ferran Cubedo.
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Perception does not always equal reality. At first glance, the reality of this image is unseen. You have to look deeper to understand it is a muddy reflection in a puddle. I have always been fascinated with this idea of tricking the mind. The way we perceive something is not always the way it is... in art, and in life.
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