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Heddy Honigmann received the Golden Gate Persistence of Vision Award at the San Francisco International Film Festival
fest07.sffs.org/awards/heddy_honigmann_pov.php
She was interviewed by John Anderson and her film Forever was shown (it also screens on Wed. May 2 at PFA)
fest07.sffs.org/films/film_details.php?id=46
Forever is about the Père-Lachaise Cemetery is in Paris where Chopin, Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison, Marcel Proust, Alice B. Toklas, Gertrude Stein and many others are buried.
It will be released starting in September
Next year there also will be a DVD boxed set of her films.
Water color with thread painted goldfinch. Bloggers Quilt Festival Spring 2012--- winner in the Art Quilt category !
This is a series I am working on titled "The Persistence of Loss." I aim to capture the pieces of us that we lose along the way.
Watch the video on
Model - j.wagnaar jwagnaar.deviantart.com/
Painted on the walls of Persistence Works, easily visible from Brown Street. A large piece of grafitti art that includes a self portrait by Rolf Harris and a large piece of work by Kid Acne. I love it, shame some of it was hiding behind the bins...
James Maurice Gavin was also referred to as 'The Jumping General', because of his persistence of taking part in combat jumps with the Paratroopers he commanded. He graduated from jump school as early as August '41 after volunteering in April '41. He became the youngest Major General commanding a division in WWII. He was also known for his habit of carrying an M1 Garand rifle, which was unusual for an officer. The athletic built Gavin, loved by his men, fought against segregation in the Army. Under his command, the 555th Parachute Infantry Battalion (the Triple Nickels' - an All Black Paratrooper Unit) became an integral part of the 82nd Airborne Division. James Gavin served until 1958. At La Fière, it was Gavin who directed his troops in the battle that was called 'the bloodiest small arms battle in US Military History'. His foxhole, near La Fière, is still preserved as a lasting tribute to 'Slim Jim', the fit and athletic 'Soldier's General'. Among his decorations, Gavin was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross with the Oak Leaf Cluster, the Distinguished Service Medal, the Silver Star, and the Purple Heart. He was also awarded the British Distinguished Service Order and the Dutch lanyard. James M. Gavin was appointed by President John F. Kennedy as US Ambassador to France in 1961. He also served as President and Chairman of the Arthur D. Little Research and Consulting Company until his retirement in 1977. He died in 1990, aged 82 and is resting in the United States Military Academy Cemetery in West Point, New York.
“Mommy, can I eat some of the chocolate cake?”
No, not yet. Wait a few minutes.
“Now can I eat some?”
No.
“Now?”
No.
“Mommy, can I eat some chocolate now?”
Still no. I’ll give you some to eat in a few minutes.
“Now?”
No.
“Has it been a few minutes? Now? Can I have some now?”
A three year old's persistence is incredible. And granted, this is a stretch, but the persistence of the Pharisees was pretty incredible also. They persisted in badgering the man-born-blind-who-now-could-see. They persisted with his parents. They seemed to be seeking one, and only one answer: "you’re right, oh-smart-Pharisees…. The man that opened my eyes is, in fact, a sinner…and you’re right, he shouldn’t be healing on the Sabbath.”
The man-who-could-now-see didn’t give the desired answer. He tried to be nice and patient, I think: “I have told you already and you did not listen….” But it didn’t really matter what he said—if the answer wasn’t what the Pharisees wanted, they would continue their dogged persistence.
The man’s answers amuse me. And the Pharisees, well, they sadden me. Because I just want them to get it for once. To actually recognize, and acknowledge, that something bigger than themselves is at work here. Someone bigger than themselves. And I want to see their persistence turned in the direction of how to open their hearts to this man who could make a difference for them as well—on a Sabbath or not.
Award of Merit | Middle School Division | Ben Franklin Middle School PTA, North Dakota
My piece is called Persistence because I can change the world by persisting through tough times. To make the world better, we can't quit or give up. We need everybody to keep going through the challenges. The name Persistence relates to my piece because my composition has a feeling to me of persevering and driving forward. In the piano part in the middle, I repeat the section twice. The first time is quiet which represents when we are weak. The second time is forte to show how we can overcome difficulties and come back stronger.
Hey, it's big!
I'll just grab it.
Uh, yeah... maybe if I get my jaw underneath...
Maybe if I chew off a bit...
GOT IT!!!!
(barely)
It's hard to believe we're only 4 days away from Thanksgiving, and these azaleas are still blooming in my yard.
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BE the dip in the road
WRONG WAY
Speed Limit 10
"It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop." —Confucius
PERSISTENCE
All movement is not progress, just as all motivation is not positive.
When the road ahead is unclear, flip a bitch and throw it in reverse.
The team will kiss your tail when you blindly accel up in their grill.
Leading by impeding is most effective when you are pointed bass ackward in the right direction.
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Cloud rolls in over Sanna Bay from the North but a small gap in the clouds persists on the western horizon and lets through some golden light to colour the water and sand on the shoreline.
36’h 16’w 12’d
collaboration with Stuart Schechter
material: pewter/ steel cable/ ballchain/ steel/ motors/ processors
site: Charlotte-Mecklenburg County Courthouse, Charlotte, NC
architect: Kallman McKinnell & Wood, Boston, MA
commissioned by the Arts and Science Council, Inc.
Persistence of Vision is at once an artwork, an event, and a reflection of community.
The building blocks of the piece are small pewter portraits of Charlotte citizens. These heads precisely reflect the demographic makeup of Mecklenburg County, and are individually controlled by 1600 discrete motors.
At the start of a workweek the heads are gathered into a porous cloud. Gradually, gracefully, they move one by one to create an epic three-dimensional face. This likeness then slowly reverts back into a cloud.
The following week a different portrait builds and dissolves. In a cycle of assembly and dispersion, new faces are continually formed over time.
For example, one sequence portrays an elderly Latina. Reaching an optical crescendo on Wednesday afternoon, her face gradually disappears by Friday evening.
Subsequent weeks witness the formation of a 25-year-old African-American man, an Asian boy, a middle-aged Caucasian woman, and so on. Persistence of Vision is not “of” anyone in particular; it is “of everyone”.
An allegory for the justice system on both the macrocosmic and microcosmic levels, the sculpture reflects the organic process of the law and the society it serves.
a set-up scene using natural objects. this gives me a very fairy woodland vibe...most photos i've taken in my backyard do. i was lucky enough to grow up in a super wooded area -- my backyard is basically a forest. i don't think i understood the magic of that when i was younger, and i probably won't understand it completely until i'm living somewhere that is decidedly not Basically A Forest. the only thing about living in the middle of the woods is that you can't see the sky -- you pretty much just see a wall of trees, especially in the summertime. because of this, i'm always struck by wide open fields where you can clearly see sunsets, sunrises, daytime clouds, and rainbows. i always feel like i'm floating.
Such is the persistence of the prevailing wind here in North Pembrokeshire that many hedge growing trees such as the Hawthorn find themselves unable to compete with it's relentless blast and end up growing in the way of least resistance. The result is many seemingly leaning trees and shrubs all over the coastal fringes and in the hills beyond.
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Day 132 of 365 - There has been so little time for photography the last few days, and I must admit I feel rather disheartened. That said, I'm sure being awake for around 3 hours in the night with an unsettled baby, and the resulting tiredness may have something to do with how I'm feeling too!
Still, we managed to get out for a bit, and although it was only to the park we went a different route home. This man's red braces caught my eye, and it was rather nice getting home and being able to zoom in at his lovely produce - I wouldn't mind some of his rhubarb for the crumble I'm making tomorrow. Hopefully I will have more of a productive time with photography soon, but I suppose in the meantime I just have to exercise patience and keep at it as and when I can.
PS - Looking at the image closer I also noticed his pumpkins and the rather eerie looking face from the greenhouse.
I've been meaning to hit up Garrapata State Park for quite some time now. I've driven by its rocky beaches and rugged coves a number of times on my way to other locales but on my recent trip down the Nor Cal coast I knew this time it was on.
Dramatic weather was tough to come by as the state of California seems to be in denial that it's currently winter but the sky did color up a bit as the waves rushed in. This vantage point, of course, is a classic one but icons are icons for a reason and I had to have a go. The foreground rocks are what really draw me into images from this beach and I hope my image does them justice.
I highly recommend a visit to Garrapata State Park for a few reasons. It's on California's state park closure list for one, but also because it's not just a coastal park. There are some good inland trails that deserve your attention. If you are looking to go and want tips where to photograph, I found photographer David Gubernick's site really helpful: www.rainbowspirit.com/garrapata-state-park.html
Nikon D300 / Tokina 12-24 / Lee .6 ND Grad
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Watching chickadees drill their way into a sunflower seed is always an impressive sight. Taken in a rare patch of wild eastern cedar at Bird's Hill Park.
From TheRoot.com: One of the most imposing sculptural monuments to the great black warrior-saint Maurice is found, not surprisingly, at the chief place of his veneration. Less expected, though, is the persistence of this august figure at a time when his traditional significance was undergoing a radical change. The stirring characterization of the saint seen here forms an integral part of a magnificent pulpit adorned with carved alabaster reliefs. An architectural complex in itself, this brilliant ensemble is set within the immense space of Magdeburg cathedral, one of the great architectural landmarks of Germany. Its winding structure accommodates the massive vertical form of a stone pier in the nave of the church toward the choir. Christoph Kapup, a highly talented but relatively little-studied representative of the German late Renaissance, carved the impressive structure between 1595 and 1597. His somewhat mannered style, characterized by an engaging play between ornament and content, typified much of European art produced just before the exuberant forms of Baroque expression revolutionized artistic expression across the continent. The complex imagery of the pulpit presents a visual exposition on sin and salvation. Its balustrade is adorned with four large reliefs, each about one meter high, of principal figures of the Christian faith. From the left, John the Baptist represents the imminent appearance of Christ, who appears as the divine Redeemer on the next panel. The two following reliefs represent the patron saints of the cathedral, Saints Maurice and Catherine. The pulpit is roofed by an ornate structure surmounted by a double-headed eagle, symbol of the Holy Roman Empire. St. Maurice, a Roman soldier of African origin said to have been martyred during the late third century at the Swiss town that bears his name today, is depicted with the accoutrements characterizing him as the patron saint of the empire. He holds a flag bearing the Christian cross and a shield emblazoned, once again, with the double-headed imperial eagle. These insignia had become an established part of the saint’s imagery at Magdeburg. A key trading city located in the Eastern German province of Saxony-Anhalt, Magdeburg had served as a rallying point of imperial interests since the time of Otto I in the 10th century. The most tangible manifestation of the emperor’s ambition for political power and expansion took the form of a religious cult dedicated to the saint. From its origin at Magdeburg, his veneration soon spread to other centers such as Prague. In a remarkable act of political and cultural self-identification, the imperial aspiration of a universal Christian realm became embodied in the figure of St. Maurice. The better known 13th-century stone statue of St. Maurice, now located in the choir of the cathedral, represents a key shift in the representation of the saint. In this work of the high medieval period, Maurice is represented for the first time, as far as is known, as black. In many of the several hundred subsequent representations of the saint created during the medieval and Renaissance periods, Maurice is also shown with distinctively black features. The reason for this unusual, and wholly positive reference to an African figure has never been fully established, but his foreign aspect is usually taken as a symbol of imperial dominion over the whole Earth and its many peoples. Kapup’s image of St. Maurice is part of a long tradition of the saint’s representation as co-patron of the cathedral. As a result of the tumultuous political and religious events of the 16th century, however, the relevance of Maurice within the spiritual consciousness of Northern Europe was profoundly altered. His figure on the pulpit stands at the crossroads between a fervently desired Christian ordinance of the world and the more quixotic nature of political reality. The high point of the importance of St. Maurice within imperial politics and religion was reached in the early 16th century, during the tenure of Prince-Archbishop Albert of Brandenburg. Albert promoted the cult of Maurice to such a fervent extent that the finances of the archbishopric became dangerously strained. The means of payment for his grand display of devotion in part involved official practices severely criticized by reformers such as the young monk Martin Luther. Albert soon found himself in a fierce, ongoing struggle against forces both financial and ideological. Ultimately he was forced to resign his post as archbishop as the Protestant Reformation took hold around him. After his death in 1546, Magdeburg cathedral remained closed for more than 20 years. When the cathedral was reopened in 1567, the chapter, or governing body of the church, was no longer a Catholic authority, but was constituted instead by a majority of Lutheran clergymen. Kapup’s image of St. Maurice, therefore, was created at a very different period in the history of the archbishopric of Magdeburg. The city and its territory were no longer ruled by the religious authority of the prince-archbishop, but rather by a lay administrator. The theological meaning of the pulpit reflects the significant changes brought about by the advent of the Lutheran faith, including the notion of sainthood itself. As a result, while the external image of St. Maurice remained unchanged, his former relevance as a divine intercessor and symbol of imperial authority were greatly diminished. The cathedral remained dedicated to St. Maurice and St. Catherine, as Lutheranism did not expressly reject their established place in heaven. As titular patrons of the cathedral, however, they are brought closer to the general community of the Christian faithful. They are honored, but not truly venerated; that is, they are not regarded as intercessors mediating between the faithful and Christ. The relationship of St. Maurice at Magdeburg to the imperial cause also underwent substantial changes due to the political turmoil caused by the Reformation. His relevance as the symbol of a universal Christian empire was largely mooted when Emperor Charles V abandoned this goal during the 1550s. Still, the noble bearing of Kapup’s figure of St. Maurice, as well as his inclusion in a newly configured body of saints, makes the dismissal of his former status as a mere “trademark,” a shadow of its former self, hard to accept. Today, his example of selfless sacrifice and achievement of great prominence in a foreign land can be related to the even loftier goals of universal peace and acceptance among all people of the world. The Image of the Black in Western Art Archive resides at Harvard University’s W.E.B. Du Bois Research Institute, part of the Hutchins Center for African and African American Research. The founding director of the Hutchins Center is Henry Louis Gates Jr., who is also The Root’s editor-in-chief. The archive and Harvard University Press collaborated to create The Image of the Black in Western Art book series, eight volumes of which were edited by Gates and David Bindman and published by Harvard University Press. Text for each Image of the Week is written by Sheldon Cheek.
A park -- particularly one as famous as Central Park -- is a living, breathing creature. And an immortal one. We fruit flies buzz in, tell it our stories, and then buzz away. We'll soon be gone but hopefully, the park will continue to tell our stories to future generations a hundred years from now.
So we told the park about this incredibly cool guy by the name of John Lennon. He was about as messed-up as any of us but he did some great things and he meant a lot to a great many people. Twenty-five years after his death, people stop at his memorial and lay flowers and conjure memories of what his works meant to them.
At the southeast corner of the park on Fifth Avenue, there's a statue of some guy on horseback, following Winged Victory. The monument was gilded at some point but it's fallen into disrepair. A wiseass like me passes by and genuinely enjoys it as a piece of classical sculpture, but it's just a thing, really.
I wonder if a hundred years from now, the Lennon memorial will mean more to people than a pretty geometric design and a curious word.
the persistence of those feelings in my head...
whatever.
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Suicidal Tendencies, Mike Muir
EMP Persistence Tour
Le Bataclan - Paris, France - 21/01/2014
Live report on MusicWaves
Philippe Bareille