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Bernhard Willhelm German 1972 –
Dress, Socks, and Shoes Spring/Summer 2013
Shoes made by Camper, Spain, 1975 –
Pleated polyester satin; cotton/acrylic knit; leather, rubber with polyester cord, twill tape, double-weave webbing.
Checked socks and multicolored trainers bring even more energy to avant-garde German designer Bernhard Willhelm’s contemporary ensemble, already pulsating with color and graphic patterns. Willhelm approaches design with a sense of experimentation and humor, mixing ecelectic influences from pop culture, contemporary art, and the digital age. He lets his clothes speak for themselves, welcoming different interpretations of his unconventional work.
Gift of Bernhard Willhelm, 2014-135-5a-e
From the Placard: The Philadelphia Museum of Art, PA
9.4.09
The flight arrived on time; and the twelve hours while on board passed quickly and without incident. To be sure, the quality of the Cathay Pacific service was exemplary once again.
Heathrow reminds me of Newark International. The décor comes straight out of the sterile 80's and is less an eyesore than an insipid background to the rhythm of human activity, such hustle and bustle, at the fore. There certainly are faces from all races present, creating a rich mosaic of humanity which is refreshing if not completely revitalizing after swimming for so long in a sea of Chinese faces in Hong Kong.
Internet access is sealed in England, it seems. Nothing is free; everything is egregiously monetized from the wireless hotspots down to the desktop terminals. I guess Hong Kong has spoiled me with its abundant, free access to the information superhighway.
11.4.09
Despite staying in a room with five other backpackers, I have been sleeping well. The mattress and pillow are firm; my earplugs keep the noise out; and the sleeping quarters are as dark as a cave when the lights are out, and only as bright as, perhaps, a dreary rainy day when on. All in all, St. Paul's is a excellent place to stay for the gregarious, adventurous, and penurious city explorer - couchsurfing may be a tenable alternative; I'll test for next time.
Yesterday Connie and I gorged ourselves at the borough market where there were all sorts of delectable, savory victuals. There was definitely a European flavor to the food fair: simmering sausages were to be found everywhere; and much as the meat was plentiful, and genuine, so were the dairy delicacies, in the form of myriad rounds of cheese, stacked high behind checkered tabletops. Of course, we washed these tasty morsels down with copious amounts of alcohol that flowed from cups as though amber waterfalls. For the first time I tried mulled wine, which tasted like warm, rancid fruit punch - the ideal tonic for a drizzling London day, I suppose. We later killed the afternoon at the pub, shooting the breeze while imbibing several diminutive half-pints in the process. Getting smashed at four in the afternoon doesn't seem like such a bad thing anymore, especially when you are having fun in the company of friends; I can more appreciate why the English do it so much!
Earlier in the day, we visited the Tate Modern. Its turbine room lived up to its prominent billing what with a giant spider, complete with bulbous egg sac, anchoring the retrospective exhibit. The permanent galleries, too, were a delight upon which to feast one's eyes. Picasso, Warhol and Pollock ruled the chambers of the upper floors with the products of their lithe wrists; and I ended up becoming a huge fan of cubism, while developing a disdain for abstract art and its vacuous images, which, I feel, are devoid of both motivation and emotion.
My first trip yesterday morning was to Emirates Stadium, home of the Arsenal Gunners. It towers imperiously over the surrounding neighborhood; yet for all its majesty, the place sure was quiet! Business did pick up later, however, once the armory shop opened, and dozens of fans descended on it like bees to a hive. I, too, swooped in on a gift-buying mission, and wound up purchasing a book for Godfrey, a scarf for a student, and a jersey - on sale, of course - for good measure.
I'm sitting in the Westminster Abbey Museum now, resting my weary legs and burdened back. So far, I've been verily impressed with what I've seen, such a confluence of splendor and history before me that it would require days to absorb it all, when regretfully I can spare only a few hours. My favorite part of the abbey is the poets corner where no less a literary luminary than Samuel Johnson rests in peace - his bust confirms his homely presence, which was so vividly captured in his biography.
For lunch I had a steak and ale pie, served with mash, taken alongside a Guinness, extra cold - 2 degrees centigrade colder, the bartender explained. It went down well, like all the other delicious meals I've had in England; and no doubt by now I have grown accustomed to inebriation at half past two. Besides, Liverpool were playing inspired football against Blackburn; and my lunch was complete.
Having had my fill of football, I decided to skip my ticket scalping endeavor at Stamford Bridge and instead wandered over to the British Museum to inspect their extensive collections. Along the way, my eye caught a theater, its doors wide open and admitting customers. With much rapidity, I subsequently checked the show times, saw that a performance was set to begin, and at last rushed to the box office to purchase a discounted ticket - if you call a 40 pound ticket a deal, that is. That's how I grabbed a seat to watch Hairspray in the West End.
The show was worth forty pounds. The music was addictive; and the stage design and effects were not so much kitschy as delightfully stimulating - the pulsating background lights were at once scintillating and penetrating. The actors as well were vivacious, oozing charisma while they danced and delivered lines dripping in humor. Hairspray is a quality production and most definitely recommended.
12.4.09
At breakfast I sat across from a man who asked me to which country Hong Kong had been returned - China or Japan. That was pretty funny. Then he started spitting on my food as he spoke, completely oblivious to my breakfast becoming the receptacle in which the fruit of his inner churl was being placed. I guess I understand the convention nowadays of covering one's mouth whilst speaking and masticating at the same time!
We actually conversed on London life in general, and I praised London for its racial integration, the act of which is a prodigious leap of faith for any society, trying to be inclusive, accepting all sorts of people. It wasn't as though the Brits were trying in vain to be all things to all men, using Spanish with the visitors from Spain, German with the Germans and, even, Hindi with the Indians, regardless of whether or not Hindi was their native language; not even considering the absurd idea of encouraging the international adoption of their language; thereby completely keeping English in English hands and allowing its proud polyglots to "practice" their languages. Indeed, the attempt of the Londoners to avail themselves of the rich mosaic of ethnic knowledge, and to seek a common understanding with a ubiquitous English accent is an exemplar, and the bedrock for any world city.
I celebrated Jesus' resurrection at the St. Andrew's Street Church in Cambridge. The parishioners of this Baptist church were warm and affable, and I met several of them, including one visiting (Halliday) linguistics scholar from Zhongshan university in Guangzhou, who in fact had visited my tiny City University of Hong Kong in 2003. The service itself was more traditional and the believers fewer in number than the "progressive" services at any of the charismatic, evangelical churches in HK; yet that's what makes this part of the body of Christ unique; besides, the message was as brief as a powerpoint slide, and informative no less; the power word which spoke into my life being a question from John 21:22 - what is that to you?
Big trees; exquisite lawns; and old, pointy colleges; that's Cambridge in a nutshell. Sitting here, sipping on a half-pint of Woodforde's Wherry, I've had a leisurely, if not languorous, day so far; my sole duty consisting of walking around while absorbing the verdant environment as though a sponge, camera in tow.
I am back at the sublime beer, savoring a pint of Sharp's DoomBar before my fish and chips arrive; the drinking age is 18, but anyone whose visage even hints of youthful brilliance is likely to get carded these days, the bartender told me. The youth drinking culture here is almost as twisted as the university drinking culture in America.
My stay in Cambridge, relaxing and desultory as it may be, is about to end after this late lunch. I an not sure if there is anything left to see, save for the American graveyard which rests an impossible two miles away. I have had a wonderful time in this town; and am thankful for the access into its living history - the residents here must demonstrate remarkable patience and tolerance what with so many tourists ambling on the streets, peering - and photographing - into every nook and cranny.
13.4.09
There are no rubbish bins, yet I've seen on the streets many mixed race couples in which the men tend to be white - the women also belonging to a light colored ethnicity, usually some sort of Asian; as well saw some black dudes and Indian dudes with white chicks.
People here hold doors, even at the entrance to the toilet. Sometimes it appears as though they are going out on a limb, just waiting for the one who will take the responsibility for the door from them, at which point I rush out to relieve them of such a fortuitous burden.
I visited the British Museum this morning. The two hours I spent there did neither myself nor the exhibits any justice because there really is too much to survey, enough captivating stuff to last an entire day, I think. The bottomless well of artifacts from antiquity, drawing from sources as diverse as Korea, and Mesopotamia, is a credit to the British empire, without whose looting most of this amazing booty would be unavailable for our purview; better, I think, for these priceless treasures to be open to all in the grandest supermarket of history than away from human eyes, and worst yet, in the hands of unscrupulous collectors or in the rubbish bin, possibly.
Irene and I took in the ballet Giselle at The Royal Opera House in the afternoon. The building is a plush marvel, and a testament to this city's love for the arts. The ballet itself was satisfying, the first half being superior to the second, in which the nimble dancers demonstrated their phenomenal dexterity in, of all places, a graveyard covered in a cloak of smoke and darkness. I admit, their dance of the dead, in such a gloomy necropolis, did strike me as, strange.
Two amicable ladies from Kent convinced me to visit their hometown tomorrow, where, they told me, the authentic, "working" Leeds Castle and the mighty interesting home of Charles Darwin await.
I'm nursing a pint of Green King Ruddles and wondering about the profusion of British ales and lagers; the British have done a great deed for the world by creating an interminable line of low-alcohol session beers that can be enjoyed at breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner; and their disservice is this: besides this inexhaustible supply of cheap beer ensnaring my inner alcoholic, I feel myself putting on my freshman fifteen, almost ten years after the fact; I am going to have to run a bit harder back in Hong Kong if I want to burn all this malty fuel off.
Irene suggested I stop by the National Art Gallery since we were in the area; and it was an hour well spent. The gallery currently presents a special exhibit on Picasso, the non-ticketed section of which features several seductive renderings, including David spying on Bathsheba - repeated in clever variants - and parodies of other masters' works. Furthermore, the main gallery houses two fabulous portraits by Joshua Reynolds, who happens to be favorite of mine, he in life being a close friend of Samuel Johnson - I passed by Boswells, where its namesake first met Johnson, on my way to the opera house.
14.4.09
I prayed last night, and went through my list, lifting everyone on it up to the Lord. That felt good; that God is alive now, and ever present in my life and in the lives of my brothers and sisters.
Doubtless, then, I have felt quite wistful, as though a specter in the land of the living, being in a place where religious fervor, it seems, is a thing of the past, a trifling for many, to be hidden away in the opaque corners of centuries-old cathedrals that are more expensive tourist destinations than liberating homes of worship these days. Indeed, I have yet to see anyone pray, outside of the Easter service which I attended in Cambridge - for such an ecstatic moment in verily a grand church, would you believe that it was only attended by at most three dozen spirited ones. The people of England, and Europe in general, have, it is my hope, only locked away the Word, relegating it to the quiet vault of their hearts. May it be taken out in the sudden pause before mealtimes and in the still crisp mornings and cool, silent nights. There is still hope for a revival in this place, for faith to rise like that splendid sun every morning. God would love to rescue them, to deliver them in this day, it is certain.
I wonder what Londoners think, if anything at all, about their police state which, like a vine in the shadows, has taken root in all corners of daily life, from the terrorist notifications in the underground, which implore Londoners to report all things suspicious, to the pair of dogs which eagerly stroll through Euston. What makes this all the more incredible is the fact that even the United States, the indomitable nemesis of the fledgling, rebel order, doesn't dare bombard its citizens with such fear mongering these days, especially with Obama in office; maybe we've grown wise in these past few years to the dubious returns of surrendering civil liberties to the state, of having our bags checked everywhere - London Eye; Hairspray; and The Royal Opera House check bags in London while the museums do not; somehow, that doesn't add up for me.
I'm in a majestic bookshop on New Street in Birmingham, and certainly to confirm my suspicions, there are just as many books on the death of Christianity in Britain as there are books which attempt to murder Christianity everywhere. I did find, however, a nice biography on John Wesley by Roy Hattersley and The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. I may pick up the former.
Lunch with Sally was pleasant and mirthful. We dined at a French restaurant nearby New Street - yes, Birmingham is a cultural capitol! Sally and I both tried their omelette, while her boyfriend had the fish, without chips. Conversation was light, the levity was there and so was our reminiscing about those fleeting moments during our first year in Hong Kong; it is amazing how friendships can resume so suddenly with a smile. On their recommendation, I am on my way to Warwick Castle - they also suggested that I visit Cadbury World, but they cannot take on additional visitors at the moment, the tourist office staff informed me, much to my disappointment!
Visiting Warwick Castle really made for a great day out. The castle, parts of which were established by William the Conquerer in 1068, is as much a kitschy tourist trap as a meticulous preservation of history, at times a sillier version of Ocean Park while at others a dignified dedication to a most glorious, inexorably English past. The castle caters to all visitors; and not surprisingly, that which delighted all audiences was a giant trebuchet siege engine, which for the five p.m. performance hurled a fireball high and far into the air - fantastic! Taliban beware!
15.4.09
I'm leaving on a jet plane this evening; don't know when I'll be back in England again. I'll miss this quirky, yet endearing place; and that I shall miss Irene and Tom who so generously welcomed me into their home, fed me, and suffered my use of their toilet and shower goes without saying. I'm grateful for God's many blessings on this trip.
On the itinerary today is a trip to John Wesley's home, followed by a visit to the Imperial War Museum. Already this morning I picked up a tube of Oilatum, a week late perhaps, which Teri recommended I use to treat this obstinate, dermal weakness of mine - I'm happy to report that my skin has stopped crying.
John Wesley's home is alive and well. Services are still held in the chapel everyday; and its crypt, so far from being a cellar for the dead, is a bright, spacious museum in which all things Wesley are on display - I never realized how much of an iconic figure he became in England; at the height of this idol frenzy, ironic in itself, he must have been as popular as the Beatles were at their apex. The house itself is a multi-story edifice with narrow, precipitous staircases and spacious rooms decorated in an 18th century fashion.
I found Samuel Johnson's house within a maze of red brick hidden alongside Fleet Street. To be in the home of the man who wrote the English dictionary, and whose indefatigable love for obscure words became the inspiration for my own lexical obsession, this, by far, is the climax of my visit to England! The best certainly has been saved for last.
There are a multitude of portraits hanging around the house like ornaments on a tree. Every likeness has its own story, meticulously retold on the crib sheets in each room. Celebrities abound, including David Garrick and Sir Joshua Reynolds, who painted several of the finer images in the house. I have developed a particular affinity for Oliver Goldsmith, of whom Boswell writes, "His person was short, his countenance coarse and vulgar, his deportment that of a scholar awkwardly affecting the easy gentleman. It appears as though I, too, could use a more flattering description of myself!
I regretfully couldn't stop to try the curry in England; I guess the CityU canteen's take on the dish will have to do. I did, however, have the opportune task of flirting with the cute Cathay Pacific counter staff who checked me in. She was gorgeous in red, light powder on her cheeks, with real diamond earrings, she said; and her small, delicate face, commanded by a posh British accent rendered her positively irresistible, electrifying. Not only did she grant me an aisle seat but she had the gumption to return my fawning with zest; she must be a pro at this by now.
I saw her again as she was pulling double-duty, collecting tickets prior to boarding. She remembered my quest for curry; and in the fog of infatuation, where nary a man has been made, I fumbled my words like the sloppy kid who has had too much punch. I am just an amateur, alas, an "Oliver Goldsmith" with the ladies - I got no game - booyah!
Some final, consequential bits: because of the chavs, Burberry no longer sells those fashionable baseball caps; because of the IRA, rubbish bins are no longer a commodity on the streets of London, and as a result, the streets and the Underground of the city are a soiled mess; and because of other terrorists from distant, more arid lands, going through a Western airport has taken on the tedium of perfunctory procedure that doesn't make me feel any safer from my invisible enemies.
At last, I saw so many Indians working at Heathrow that I could have easily mistaken the place for Mumbai. Their presence surprised me because their portion of the general population surely must be less than their portion of Heathrow staff, indicating some mysterious hiring bias. Regardless, they do a superb job with cursory airport checks, and in general are absurdly funny and witty when not tactless.
That's all for England!
#LiveLondon - Traditional yet uninhibited, frenzied but quiescent, diverse yet welcoming - be immersed in this series of compelling photographs that capture the juxtapositions of city life in London.
Explore these virtues and join in on a unique and authentic journey through the streets of one of the great cities of the world in LiveLondon – Benedict Sin’s first public exhibition.
Feel the pulsating energy, vibe and life, captured far from the ubiquitous sights, which every Londoner and visitor to the city would be able to relate to.
Catch #LiveLondon (June 18-29 2014) at The Arts House Singapore, 1 Old Parliament Lane Singapore 179429.
This is a display of Northern Lights in the pre-dawn hours at about 3:20 am MDT on May 3, 2025 from home in southern Alberta at latitude 51º N.
The aurora has been going all night though usually not bright. But at this time it entered into a more active pulsating or flickering phase typical of a post-substorm recovery. Large patches were pulsing off and on and amid the green patches were isolated blue rays or pillars, lit by sunlight. The aurora still looked dim grey to the eye but the blue pillars were visible to the eye standing out from the more diffuse background aurora.
Technical:
This is a single 13-second exposure with the Nikkor 20mm lens at f/2 on the Nikon Z8 at ISO 800.
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Movie trailer music on orchestral strings and percussion. Excellent for pulsating action scenes, historical films, trailers, pounding chase sequences, perfect for background music.
Commentary.
The endless swathes of imperial Scots Pine.
Exquisite , calm waters of Loch Beinn á Mheadhoin and Affric,
convoluted by dips, hollows, bays and enchanting fresh-water islands.
Lofty, imposing peaks of Càrn Eighe, Màm Sodhail and Sgùrr na Lapaich, often snow-capped, well into April, and even May.
A glen of pulsating life.
From Wood-Ants and Dragon-Fly
to Salmon and Trout.
From Red Deer and Golden Eagle
to Wood-Cock and Wildcat.
Iconic, momentous, overwhelming, breath-taking in early morning mists, under winter snow or in colourful Autumn garb.
In Spring when Broom and Gorse smother slopes in dazzling yellow flower to Summer when green dominates and life buzzes with a frenzy.
As here, in Autumn, when the sun falls earlier behind the West Coast peaks, the tranquil, golden reflections of peaks, forest and island create a sumptuous vision of utter peace,
serenity and prodigious beauty.
Beyond doubt, this glen has a mystical magic beyond my powers of description.
If you ever go there, and catch it in a more convivial mood,
you will never forget it, never regret it
and you will surely return.
It really is a little bit of heaven……paradise.
I know nowhere quite like it.
Once smitten, the love affair
is likely to be eternal!
A free Spirit
Mirit Ben-Nun was born in Beer- Sheva in 1966. Over the years she has presented in solo exhibitions and participated in group exhibitions in Israel and around the world.
When she was six, her father was killed in a car accident, leaving behind his wife and two daughters, Mirit and Dana.
Ben-Nun had difficulty concentrating on studies, which caused behavioral problems, and at the age of fourteen she dropped out of the education system and went to work. The colors and writing tools gave her a quiet private space and her own way of surviving. Creativity eased her tumultuous soul.
Until her early 30’s she worked as a telemarketer and for the next fourteen years she doodled and doodled. While talking to customers she filled thousands of pages with lines and dots that resembled hundreds of compressed eggs and seeds which she threw away.
In a large portion of each page she would pick a random word and would write it down over and over while concentrating on her hand movements.
Even then she noticed the rising of her need and obsession as she practiced the endless doodling and writing.
Ben-Nun testifies that the lack of artistic training to paint "correctly" freed her from adhering to the rules of painting and allowed her freedom and spirit of rebellion.
In 1998, she received a bunch of canvases and acrylic paints as a gift from her sister.
She brought the acrylic into her world of lines and dots; she went back to painting women and masks that appeared in her childhood paintings and flooded them with lines and dots without separating body and background.
This is also the moment when Ben-Nun began to refer to herself as a painter.
and when art became the center of her life.
The intense colors in Ben-Nun's paintings sweep the viewer into a sensual experience. The viewer traces the surge of dots and lines formed in packed layers of paint. The movement leads to a kind of female-male hormonal dance within the human body and to a communion with an artistic experience of instinct, passion, conceiving and birth.
Contributing to this experience is the wealth of characteristics reminiscent of tribal art. Ben-Nun merges these with a humorous and kicking contemporary Western Pop art. In the language of unique art, Ben-Nun creates an unconventional conversation between past and present cultures.
It is evident that the paintings emerge from a regenerated need and desire, a force that erupts from her soul, a subconscious survival instinct to which she cannot or does not want to resist.
Ben-Nun places women at the center stage where they are her work focus. The paintings obsessively deal with the existential experience of being a woman in the world. A few of the women's paintings carry feminist slogans stressing the women's struggle in society, a critique for being held to perfection and being required to perform as a model of "beauty, purity and motherhood". Feminism pulsates in Ben-Nun's psyche, through her diverse female images and the play between beauty and unsightliness; Ben-Nun assimilates the consciousness of feminine possibility, of not being "perfect", of being powerful, influential, and outside social norms. This mandates a departure from acceptable limitations where Ben-Nun creates a new world of free spirit for women.
Mirit Ben-Nun is a mother of three and the grandmother of three grandchildren.
Mirela Tal
Poem.
A silhouetted, rapier-like peninsula piercing the radiant splendour of a pewter-grey sea.
Domed islands capped by the heavenly spokes of a setting-sun.
Timeless beauty.
Silence, but for the distant scream of a gull and the gentle, pulsating whistle of an oyster-catcher.
Sky, rock, sand, light and sea uniquely combine
to produce a glimpse inside heaven’s door.
Don’t yearn for heaven.
Look around.
It’s already here!
A Mauve Stinger Jellyfish Pelagia Noctiluca makes its way to the surface...
Not so common in Madeira, they sometimes appear in the summer season carried by currents and in small shoals.
They have the ability to bioluminesce at night if agitated and prey mainly on zooplankton, small fish, crustaceans, other jellyfish, and eggs.
Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.
Napoleon Hill & Aristotle
Zoek uit de grot Bij Zonsondergang.
Flashbacks visuels réalité roches non ancrés,
igniting buoyed thoughts feelings awake on acid skies,
usu maris feroces pravis L.S.D. geometrica illuminationes,
verwirrende Experimente entwerfen Augen aufschluss Themen,
spiraalvormige tunnels complexerend peyote kreten,
описывающие градусов плавающие встречи информированные,
dolffiniaid lle cynnes cerflunio deeps pulsating,
μικρογραφία επιφάνειες προκαλώντας στοιχεία περιστροφή γρήγορη,
isolamento cervello sotto minacciose condizioni alla deriva,
levende dødsleie avsondringsmidler sensoriske overbelastning,
皮質の夢に現れる対称グリッドの創造的な夢.
Steve.D.Hammond.
by Kobra
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"Kobra's kaleidoscopic technique, blending intricate patterns with an explosion of colors, brings forth a fresh perspective to well-known portraits. The Mount Rushmore mural, a symbol entrenched in American history, undergoes a profound metamorphosis as the faces of four trailblazing artists emerge from the stone.
Jean-Michel Basquiat:
Basquiat, the prodigious street artist turned art-world luminary, is portrayed with his trademark crown and graffiti-inspired style. His raw, thought-provoking art challenged societal norms, delving into themes of race, identity, and urban life.
Andy Warhol:
Warhol, the visionary synonymous with Pop Art, embodies the convergence of consumer culture and artistic expression. His enigmatic presence within the mural echoes the dynamism of his work, challenging conventional art norms by exalting everyday objects and popular culture.
Frida Kahlo:
Kahlo's visage, adorned with vibrant hues and floral motifs, signifies resilience and a deep-rooted connection to her Mexican heritage. Her art, often a reflection of her tumultuous life, explores themes of identity, pain, and the female experience, resonating profoundly across global audiences.
Keith Haring:
Haring's exuberant lines and bold colors encapsulate the spirit of the '80s New York art scene. His iconic figures, pulsating with energy and dance, represent his fervent advocacy for social causes, notably AIDS awareness, and his belief in the transformative power of public art.
Unity of Icons: A Cultural Mosaic
Kobra's decision to showcase these diverse and pioneering artists on a reimagined Mount Rushmore transcends traditional confines. It's a powerful statement, uniting individuals from varied backgrounds and artistic movements, symbolizing the intricate tapestry of art and culture shaping our world.
This mural serves as a testament to the profound impact these artists had on shaping not just the art world but also society at large. Each face narrates a compelling story, encouraging viewers to delve into the depths of creativity, individuality, and the interconnectedness of artistic expression across time and space.
Influence on NYC's Art Scene
Installed in a vibrant corner of New York City, the mural has transformed into a hub for art enthusiasts, tourists, and locals. Beyond its visual allure, it stands as a testament to the city's diverse cultural milieu and its unwavering support for artistry in public domains.
Kobra's creation not only pays homage to these artistic trailblazers but also sparks conversations about the significance of public art in fostering cultural discourse and inclusivity. It beckons viewers to engage with art in unconventional settings, dismantling barriers and making creativity accessible to all.
Eduardo Kobra's Mount Rushmore mural featuring Andy Warhol, Frida Kahlo, Keith Haring, and Basquiat transcends conventional boundaries, amalgamating diverse artistic legacies in a kaleidoscope of colors and ideas. In a city characterized by towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, this mural stands as a beacon of creativity, celebrating the richness of art and culture that defines New York City and extends its influence globally."
Having started their FA Cup run at Peterborough Sports back in September Stourbridge finally bowed out with their heads held high aftyer a pulsating tie at a packed Adams Park
Per la serie Approfondimenti Scientifici col Maranza:
"Le meduse sono animali planctonici, in prevalenza marini, appartenenti al phylum degli Cnidari, che assieme agli Ctenofori formavano una volta quelli che erano i Celenterati.
Generalmente rappresentano uno stadio del ciclo vitale che si conclude dopo la riproduzione sessuata, con la formazione di un polipo."
[WIKIPEDIA.IT]
[ENG]
Jellyfish are the major non-polyp form of individuals of the phylum Cnidaria. They are typified as free-swimming marine animals consisting of a gelatinous umbrella-shaped bell and trailing tentacles. The bell can pulsate for locomotion, while stinging tentacles can be used to capture prey.
Jellyfish are found in every ocean, from the surface to the deep sea. A few jellyfish inhabit freshwater. Large, often colorful, jellyfish are common in coastal zones worldwide. Jellyfish have roamed the seas for at least 500 million years, and possibly 700 million years or more, making them the oldest multi-organ animal.
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The Aurora Borealis lights up the sky in the south on a November night in West Michigan.
Camera: Canon F1
Lens: Canon 20mm f/2.8
(I wrote the following when I got home that night)...
It was a Dark and (Solar) Stormy Night. Stormy with shafts and rays of light streaming from the heavens.
We all knew there was a chance of another auroral display tonight. We were waiting. And then around 10:30pm or so (from Grand Rapids), the wait was over. This time I went out with my brother, taking back roads and such until we finally found a great spot in northeastern Kent County. We ended up off Old Belding Rd on Lessiter Rd, which is on the way to the Grattan Raceway.
The road faced north, so we were shooting right down the middle of it. There were some clouds around to the north, but nothing too bothersome. Most of the action was to the northeast, with not much seen in the way of color except green, and an occasional red and blue. There were curtains, rays, shafts, and some really good pulsing going on.
I of course used my 35mm film camera, and my brother had his Canon Digital SLR. I was a tad pickier this time, and only shot 3 rolls by the time 1:30 rolled around, and it started to wane. Also, we were getting some clouds coming in, so we bailed.
On the way back to civilization, I noticed it was picking up again, but not very strong. We got to my brothers' place, and I jumped in my car to get home. On the way down the E. Beltline (I know those of you not from around here have no clue as to these roads, but it's my story!!!) I could actually see in my rearview mirror that it was flaring up again, so I turned east of Knapp St and headed for darker northern skies. I finally found a place a few miles down the road with a good northern horizon, and set up the camera again.
Oh… My… God. The curtains! The pulsing rays!! The pulsing shafts of light as they flickered up the magnetic lines of force to the corona. I was seeing pulsating shafts from the south!! All of them converging near Orion, forming another spectacular corona. I shot, moved the camera, and shot again. Always looking for the best display, and ever mindful to watch for composition (at least I was keeping my photographers' hat on during this), I shot frame after frame. At one point I was going to leave, as it was dying again. But as I put my camera in the car, it flared up to the point I HAD to get set up again; another roll of film in the camera. I finally stopped around 3:00, as it was dying down, and also because I knew if I didn't force myself, I'd shoot until I ran out of film. And I wanted to shoot the Moon/Venus/Jupiter this morning.
Fortunately after packing up and driving home, it was calm enough that I didn't want to shoot the aurora anymore. I'm now here sitting downstairs, not even tired. Writing this and waiting until I can go out and shoot the moon, etc. This will be the finish of the sixth roll of film tonight, and they will be at the lab by 7:00am.
In all my years of observing the aurora, I've never seen such intense pulsating effects. Also, the coronas (all 5 I counted) had more detail in them than I had ever seen.
A view of the great April aurora show of April 23, 2023, looking to the east, with a set of finely-structured parallel ribbons of aurora crossing the sky. Taken from home in southern Alberta, Canada.
This is a single 1.6-second exposure with the Canon Ra at ISO 6400 and 11mm TTArtisan full-frame fish-eye lens at f/2.8. A high ISO and short exposure used here to freeze the pulsating motion and structures as best as possible.
Technology… setting… ambience… flying Siberian gulls making for the backdrop… ! A shot that shall be a few bytes in the memory of a computer, mere chemicals and colours on the photo paper, another glossy ornate frame hanging on the textured wall.
But it is not just a shot. It is a piece of memory that brings back the glint of those flashing eyes, throb of the hearts, the pulsating breath hitting each other, a moment that just hung there, never meant to die… A photograph is much more, something that also gets printed on our hearts forever.
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In the heart of a neon-soaked cityscape, shadows and lights engage in an eternal waltz. Follow Alluring and Vibrant as their journey into the night unravels the illusions they've clung to. Alluring, draped in gentle pinks and purples, realizes her tranquil demeanour is merely a veneer concealing an abyss of unacknowledged chaos. Vibrant, the epitome of electric blues and vivid purples, begins to see her insatiable curiosity and boundless energy as desperate distractions from an inner void. As they scrutinize each other, their divergent energies lay bare the stark truths they've been avoiding. Join their introspective odyssey through the pulsating cityscape as they strip away the illusions and embrace their profound complexities.
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"In late May or June - The farmers brought their sheep - To wash their fleeces - In this deep pool - Burbling, bumbling, bleating - The waters bleat like a flock of sheep it dipped - Dip your ghosts into this hard, cold merky place - Hear their bleat in the water's rush to escape - The foam like wool pulsates - Damp leaves nothing behind but the trees' readiness" www.sitesofmeaning.org.uk/site04/details04.htm
Having started their FA Cup run at Peterborough Sports back in September Stourbridge finally bowed out with their heads held high aftyer a pulsating tie at a packed Adams Park
Pulsating light beams in assorted colors streamed from the horizon to the top of the sky overhead. Here the sky looks as if it's on fire but the trees are not consumed. Tomahawk, WI in Oneida County on March 23, 2023
The valley of the Geysernaya river is located in 180 km to the north-east from Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky among the volcanoes stretched along the east coastline of the peninsula near the so called East volcanic belt.
The Valley of geysers has all forms of hydrothermal activity including permanently active and pulsating boiling springs, hot lakes, geysers, mud pools, mud volcanoes, vapour streams, warmed grounds closely located at the small area.
A now annual festive installation in Norwich, Norfolk - installation by Blachere Illuminations, the project initially was part of Norwich Business Improvement District's (BID) efforts to improve the vibrancy of the area.
The tunnel is 45-metres long, 4 metres high and 6 metres wide, the tunnel comprises 50,000 pulsating LEDs with sequenced lights reflecting the patterns and colours of the Northern Lights.
Commentary.
Legend suggests that a Dragon lived in the forest.
Presumably, it would drink from the numerous “Hammer-Ponds” and “Gills”, or streams, that feed the River Arun.
Perhaps it fed on deer, rabbits and other mammals that lived in the forest.
It is even possible that straying humans might be added
to the menu, should they enter the dense canopy of the forest!
In more recent times, local schools have adopted logos linked to this notorious legend.
The Public House on Forest Road, at Colgate, is named, “The Dragon.”
There is even a log-bench carved into the shape of a Dragon
at the northern end of Mick Mill’s Mile.
Folklore suggests that there might be practical reasons for such stories to be popularised.
Through much of the Wealden Forest, from Medieval times to the 19th. Century, smugglers would transport their contraband, from the coast to London, via hidden tracks and lanes, through the dense forest.
To discourage locals from wandering the forest and reporting
their illegal trade, the smugglers would spread fearsome tales
of terrible Dragons, and even the Devil himself.
Fortunately, nowadays, the forest is enjoyed by walkers, cyclists and horse-riders, as much as it was feared in the dim, distant past.
Poem.
Ancient woodlands.
Oak, Birch, Pine, Fern and Gorse.
Paths, tracks and bridleways,
north, south, east and west.
Dense, emerald canopy
bursting yellow with rays of the sun.
The trees have a spirit, a profound presence,
character, connection, a gently pulsating life-force.
The forest, a place to enjoy, breathe, ponder, see and feel.
The forest talks to me with its sounds, its sights,
its breeze through the leaves, its birds, deer, insects and fungi.
An internet of life long before the electronic one,
and done in whispers, no fake news or toxic insults.
Just a pristine, unspoiled living beauty that asks no more
than to live and thrive.
Give me the hills and the forests.
Only there can I find myself.
But…… BEWARE of the Dragon,
whatever guise that Dragon may take!?
Jellyfish are softbodied, free-swimming aquatic animals with a gelatinous umbrella-shaped bell and trailing tentacles. The bell can pulsate to acquire propulsion and locomotion. The tentacles may be utilized to capture prey or defend against predators by emitting toxins in a painful sting. Jellyfish species are classified in the subphylum Medusozoa which makes up a major part of the phylum Cnidaria, although not all Medusozoa species are considered to be jellyfish.
Jellyfish are found in every ocean, from the surface to the deep sea. Scyphozoans are exclusively marine, but some hydrozoans live in freshwater. Large, often colorful, jellyfish are common in coastal zones worldwide. Jellyfish have roamed the seas for at least 500 million years, and possibly 700 million years or more, making them the oldest multi-organ animal.
About Market
Just a very short walk southeast from Tooting Broadway tube station brings you to the famous Broadway Market. Established in 1936 this market can be considered the heart and soul of Tooting. This vibrant indoor market pulsates with energy and passion that captures the true essence of Tooting itself.
Broadway Market is the largest indoor market in South London. With over 90 traders all under one roof, shoppers are spoiled for choice and don't have to worry about the weather. Come rain or shine Broadway Market opens for business as usual.
The area’s unique diversity is wonderfully mirrored in the Markets ambience and range of goods for sale. There are a number of restaurants within the Market catering to every palate imaginable. There are over 90 units each offering some thing for everyone. There are a multitude of colourful fabrics, saris, fruits and vegetables, not to mention the varied array of beauticians, nail technicians, jewellers, hairdressers, clothing stores, barbers and music outlets. It has its own pet shop, fishmongers, butchers and foreign exchange bureau, seamstress and luggage centres.
Indeed Broadway Market boasts some of the best deals in South London. So why not come along and see for yourself and grab yourself a bargain.
Do all your shopping under one roof and even stop for Lunch!
Experience the atmosphere of the traditional market packed with a variety of goods and services, great shopping & good food.
The brilliant, blue glow of young stars traces the graceful spiral arms of galaxy NGC 5584 in this Hubble Space Telescope image. Thin, dark dust lanes appear to be flowing from the yellowish core, where older stars reside. The reddish dots sprinkled throughout the image are largely background galaxies.
Among the galaxy's myriad stars are pulsating stars called Cepheid variables and one recent Type Ia supernova, a special class of exploding stars. Astronomers use Cepheid variables and Type Ia supernovae as reliable distance markers to measure the universe's expansion rate. NGC 5584 was one of eight galaxies astronomers studied to measure the universe's expansion rate. In those galaxies, astronomers analyzed more than 600 Cepheid variables, including 250 in NGC 5584.
The image is a composite of several exposures taken in visible light between January and April 2010 with Hubble's Wide Field Camera 3.
NGC 5584 is 72 million light-years away in the constellation Virgo.
Starling (Sturnus vulgaris). During the winter months, the numbers of Starlings present within Britain and Ireland are swelled by the arrival of individuals from breeding populations located elsewhere within Europe. The numbers arriving vary from one winter to the next and are influenced by weather conditions on the Continent. Wintering Starlings roost communally and vast flocks may congregate at favoured sites, typically performing amazing aerobatic displays (known as ‘murmurations’) before dropping into the roost, which may be a reedbed, a group of conifers or a human structure, such as a pier. With many thousands of birds using a roost there is the potential for nuisance, their droppings fouling the ground beneath and around the chosen site.
These vast flocks have more humble beginnings, with small flocks of Starlings coming together as dusk approaches. Gradually, as more and more birds join the gathering, a huge pulsating flock is formed. As the light begins to fade so part of the flock will plunge down towards the chosen roost, almost as if testing its nerve to see who will be the first bird to drop into the roost itself. The birds have good reason to be nervous; these large gatherings attract the attentions of predators like Peregrine and Sparrowhawk. Photo by Nick Dobbs, Bournemouth, Dorset 16-01-21
What a sad picture...like someone is waiting forever for something. A loved one has passed and the sorrow of the survivor(s) is depicted in this abstract. Grief is also displayed...maybe a grief that can never be released until one has joined the loved one on the other side of hope.
Is there ever closure in grief?
-rc
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“Melancholy,” Merton writes, “On the surface I have my confusion. On a deeper level, desire and conflict. In the greatest depths, like a spring of pure water rising up in the flames of hell, is the smallness, the frailty of hope that is, yet never overwhelmed but continues strangely and inexplicably to nourish in the midst of apparent despair."
Waldron, Robert (2012-07-18). Wounded Heart of Thomas Merton, The (Kindle Locations 1990-1993). Paulist Press. Kindle Edition.
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Absent Sophia
Poetry ceases without you
Ache embraces a pounding heart
Caged behind a glass door
A grieving liturgy waits
Silence roars on empty ears
Confined a passion thrashes
Lyrics fail to chant in your absence
Throbbing veins pulsate against flesh
Imprisoned by white bones
-rc
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A sub compact starfighter. Though one of the smallest warp speed capable starfighters it is heavily armored and adequately armed with twin pulsating ion cannons. It is also very comfortable, complete with a reclined pilot seat. And LCD screen built in to the canopy. The controls are at a comfortable arms length for both hands (unlike most fighters that have one central joy stick). All of this, and it is powered by the plentiful and powerful zamite crystal! It is truely a step into the future!
This is the smallest figure fitting starfighter I have built to date! Hope y'all enjoy it!
This was one of the luckier photos I've taken. I fancied grabbing a record shot of a No.5 in this location, near to Llanrhos church. It was a pleasant surprise to see a bus that wasn't one of the usual batch, it was an older Pulsar that used to be part of a 20-strong fleet that was dedicated to the No.12 route. More than a decade since its introduction, it's wearing its third coat of paint and working a route that it'd have not touched in its days based at Rhyl depot and working the No.12, for which it was branded for.
The CX07 Pulsars based at Bangor aren't often found on the No.5, so this was a lucky encounter anyway, but I was also fortunate to have fired off a few frames and the only one which displayed the destination display was the 'master' shot. (Bit of lamppost shadow but you can't always be choosers)
12th February 2018.
On the platform, former lettuce plant fancier Dizzy Lizzie and the darling of the butter blending department at the local dairy, Deidre Dinkle, heard there was a ‘Big Boy’ passing through, so they’ve popped down to the station expecting to find a tanned muscular chap showing off his well toned body and 7 pack pushing wagons around the goods yard single handed.
However, they are surprised to learn it’s the trial run of the new BR Standard ‘Big Boy’ Class 11 mixed traffic 2-8-4-6-4-2-8-6-9-4-4-4-6-8-10-12-14-0-2-2-2-6-8-4-9 wheel arrangement locomotive - not quite the ‘big boy’ they were expecting. But even though the girls are not really in to railways, they look suitably impressed at magnificent hot sweaty pulsating beast pushing past them.
Based on a design from the USA, the almost gargantuan locomotive has been adapted for Little Britain and shrunk to around 7/8th of the original locomotive size - so rather than being gargantuan, is simply ‘rather big’. This is to allow it to fit within the Little British Railways loading gauge, because those Victorians like today, went for the cheaper option - smaller basically.
Celebrated photographer, Ivan Locksmith has arrived with his trusty camera to record the event accompanied by Terry Tuttle-Thomas-Smythe. They’ve both been for a race having chased the beast all the way from Bournemouth West through the narrow lanes of Dorset & Somerset.
Milczące gałęzie
(Eng. The Silent Branches of Trees)
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self-portrait
inspiration: poetry by H. Poświatowska (excerpt)
translation by Marek Lugowski
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Rozgniatam usta o pierze poduszek rozsnuwam włosy
kolor zeschłych liści po gładkim chłodnym prześcieradle.
Zanurzam ręce w ciemność owijam wokół palców milczące
gałęzie. Ptaki śpią. Gwiazdy nie potrafią uskrzydlić
ciężkich chmur. Noc rośnie we mnie - minuty -
czerwone krople tętniącej krwi przebiegają ostrożnie.
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I mash my mouth against the down of pillows I strand my hair
the color of dried leaves over the smooth cool bed sheet.
I sink my hands into darkness and I wind around my fingers
the silent branches of trees. The birds are asleep. The
stars are unable to put wings on the heavy clouds. The
night is growing within me - by minutes - the red drops
of pulsating blood skitter by cautiously.
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Marco Bischof's widely acclaimed book has already sold some 30'000 German-language copies (9th printing) since its publication in March 1995, and the success is continuing. It is the first comprehensive book on the world market for the general and scientific public on one of the hottest fields of frontier science which is about to lead to major conceptual breakthroughs and many useful applications in biophysics, biomedical science, biology, biotechnology, environmental science and food technology. Thousands of medical doctors, scientists, and interested laypersons in Germany, Switzerland and Austria who from the many newspaper and magazine articles and from several TV features in the last couple of years were aware of this development of potential breakthroughs in a number of scientific disciplines and wanted to obtain more precise and broadly accessible information have been waiting for this book that will remain the definitive publication on the topic for many years to come. Russian and Chinese translations are in preparation. The book has been awarded the 1995 Book Price by the Scientific and Medical Network (U.K.) and the Swiss Award 1997 by the Swiss Parapsychological Foundation.
What are biophotons ?
Biophotons, or ultraweak photon emissions of biological systems, are weak electromagnetic waves in the optical range of the spectrum - in other words: light. All living cells of plants, animals and human beings emit biophotons which cannot be seen by the naked eye but can be measured by special equipment developed by German researchers.
This light emission is an expression of the functional state of the living organism and its measurement therefore can be used to assess this state. Cancer cells and healthy cells of the same type, for instance, can be discriminated by typical differences in biophoton emission. After an initial decade and a half of basic research on this discovery, biophysicists of various European and Asian countries are now exploring the many interesting applications which range across such diverse fields as cancer research, non-invasive early medical diagnosis, food and water quality testing, chemical and electromagnetic contamination testing, cell communication, and various applications in biotechnology.
According to the biophoton theory developed on the base of these discoveries the biophoton light is stored in the cells of the organism - more precisely, in the DNA molecules of their nuclei - and a dynamic web of light constantly released and absorbed by the DNA may connect cell organelles, cells, tissues, and organs within the body and serve as the organism's main communication network and as the principal regulating instance for all life processes. The processes of morphogenesis, growth, differentiation and regeneration are also explained by the structuring and regulating activity of the coherent biophoton field. The holographic biophoton field of the brain and the nervous system, and maybe even that of the whole organism, may also be basis of memory and other phenomena of consciousness, as postulated by neurophysiologist Karl Pribram an others. The consciousness-like coherence properties of the biophoton field are closely related to its base in the properties of the physical vacuum and indicate its possible role as an interface to the non-physical realms of mind, psyche and consciousness.
The discovery of biophoton emission also lends scientific support to some unconventional methods of healing based on concepts of homeostasis (self-regulation of the organism), such as various somatic therapies, homeopathy and acupuncture. The "ch'i" energy flowing in our bodies' energy channels (meridians) which according to Traditional Chinese Medicine regulates our body functions may be related to node lines of the organism's biophoton field. The "prana" of Indian Yoga physiology may be a similar regulating energy force that has a basis in weak, coherent electromagnetic biofields.
Background
First discovered in 1923 by Russian medical scientist Professor Alexander G.Gurvich (who named them "mitogenetic rays") and in the 1930s widely researched in Europe and the USA, biophotons have been rediscovered and backed since the 1970s by ample experimental and theoretical evidence by European scientists. In 1974 German biophysicist Fritz-Albert Popp has proved their existence, their origin from the DNA and later their coherence (laser-like nature), and has developed biophoton theory to explain their possible biological role and the ways in which they may control biochemical processes, growth, differentiation etc. Popp's biophoton theory leads to many startling insights into the life processes and may well provide one of the major elements of a future theory of life and holistic medical practice based on such an approach. The importance of the discovery has been confirmed by eminent scientists such as Herbert Froehlich and Nobel laureate Ilya Prigogine. Since 1992, the International Institute of Biophysics, a network of research laboratories in more than 10 countries, based in Germany, is coordinating research in this field which promises rapid development in the next decade.
Aims of the book
To date the few books about biophotons have been highly technical and written mainly in German. Not even among these, there was any single book integrating all that is known today about this fascinating field of science which is likely to become soon a much discussed topic also in the English-speaking world. The author, who in 1994-95 has served as Managing Director of the International Institute of Biophysics at Neuss (Germany) and still is a member of the Board of Directors of this institute, has closely followed biophoton research since 1977 and so was predestined to write the first comprehensive account of the subject ever made. His aim was to reach a wider public among scientists, medical doctors and the scientifically aware. The book which embeds the more technical parts in a popular treatment of the historical antecedents of the concept of "energy bodies", "life energies" and biolectricity, and to the ages-old scientific controversy between vitalistic and mechanistic trends in biology and medicine, also appeals to a general readership interested in new developments in the biological and physical sciences and in medicine and in their interplay with consciousness research and new age ideas.
1. Elements of a physics of the living
What are photons ? / What are biophotons ? / What is the origin of biophoton emission ? / The coherence of biophotons / Regulation by the biophoton field / The network of light metabolism / The present state of the discussion / Biophoton theory and alternative medicine / Biophoton theory as a basis for a scientific theory of life appropriate to nature / The new concept of the cell / The big network / From the molecular to the field perspective / Significance of the new concept / Will biology turn out to be more fundamental than physics ? / Possibilities of misuse / Which philosophy will prevail ?
PART I. Prehistory
2. The Aura
The concept of nonmaterial "energy bodies" / Subtle bodies of light / "Mana" and "inner fire" / Indian, Tibetan and Chinese concepts / Visionary concept of the "essential light" of man / Paracelsus' "archaeus"
3.Electrobiology and vitalism
Bioelectricity / The vitalistic tradition / Romantic medicine: illness as a developmental crisis / Claude Bernard's homeostasis: self-regulation of the organism
4. Scientific Medicine
At the origin of modern electrophysiology: the injury current / The Berlin school of physiology: the "overcoming" of vitalism / The "Bernstein hypothesis" of the membrane potential: paradigm of the new "scientific medicine" / The link between electricity and life energy is severed / "Scientific medicine" conquers the US and the world / Ehrlich's "receptor theory"
5. From Mesmer to Reich
Mesmer's "animal magnetism" / Baron Reichenbach's "odic force" / Wilhelm Reich's "orgone"
6. The inconquerable aura
Kilner's aura screens / Albert Hofmann: the aura is subjective / A contemporary description of the aura / The biophysical basis of the aura
7. Electromagnetic man
Blondlot's "N-rays" / Hofmann finds "head and hand rays" / An early Swiss pioneer of electrobiology / The beginnings of modern electrobiology: Burr's "electrodynamic field" / Electromagnetic field structure at the beginning of embryonic development / Electrical determination of ovulation / The connection between electrodynamic field and the psyche / Electrical indications of illness / Robert O.Becker rehabilitates Matteucci's injury current / The body's own electrical regeneration system / Successful electrical stimulation of bone repair / The discovery of the "perineural DC system" / Brain and nervous system: a combination of analog and digital information coding ?
PART II: Beginnings
8. Alexander Gurvich and mitogenetic radiation
The onion root experiment of 1922 / Cells emit light at birth and at death / Cellular radiation and cancer / The theory of the biological field / The "unequilibrated molecular complexes" / Gurvich as a pioneer of modern biophysical concepts / The fate of mitogenetic research / The two schools of biophoton research / The reasons for the ending of Western mitogenetic research before World War II / After World War II
9. Fritz-Albert Popp: How a physicist came to the light
The riddle of cancer genesis / Light in the organism ? / The Kaznacheev experiment / The foundations for biophoton theory are laid
10. ....and there was light !
The first rigorous proof for the existence of the cell emission / Enormous enhancement of chemical reactivity / Experimental proof for Prigogine's theory
11. A stony way to knowledge
The "imperfection theory" / Lossless circulation of light in the cell / Is plant and animal tissue transparent for light ? / A challenge to laboratory physics / Recognition comes
12. From chaos to order : Prigogine's "dissipative structures" and Froehlich's "Bose-condensate"
The biochemical world picture / Dissipative structures / Coherent electromagnetic interactions
13. The bio-informatics of electromagnetic interactions
Our radiation environment / Ionizing radiation / Non-ionizing radiation / UV radiation / UV light and the immune system / The visible light / The role of the pineal / Antagonistic effects of colored light / How light enters into the body / Fundamental light sensitivity / High-frequency radiation / Electromagnetic pollution / Two opposite views on biological communication / ULF, ELF and VLF (low frequency) radiation / Weather radiation / The correspondence between weather radiation and brainwaves / On the search for a new explanation of radiation effects
14. A scientific revolution
Meaningful event or blind mechanism ? / The Berlin and the Goettingen schools of thought / An antipode of molecular biology: Georges Lakhovsky / A pioneer of the new thinking: Vladimir Vernadsky / Presman's revolutionary concept / New approaches come to prevail only very slowly / Non-equilibrium thermodynamics and the principle of least effort / The two currents in science: mechanists vs. vitalists / Quantitative power thinking versus the wisdom of non-violence / The intelligence of nature
PART III . Fundamentals
15. The ecology and the physiology of light
The radiation of the sun and the self-regulation of "Gaia". Photosynthesis / Skin and eyes as "light valves" / The role of melanin in the transduction of light
16. Organisms as light stores
Coherent sunlight / The cavity model / Hyperbolic decay / Organisms are biological lasers
17. DNA: Light storage in spiral molecules
Replication / Repair / Transcription / Translation / DNA hyperstructures / The ethidium bromide experiment / DNA the most important source of biophoton emission / The exciplex model of DNA / DNA as lasering matter / The origin of Schroedinger's "order suction" (?) : Bose-condensation in DNA / Photon-phonon-interaction / DNA as a pulsating "light pump" / A hierarchy of light-active molecule systems / Molecular and cellular pulsations / Melanins as collaborators of DNA ? / DNA predestined to be the central control of the biophoton field / The antenna geometry of DNA
18. Coherent states: Organisms at the threshold between Yin and Yang
The bioplasma concept / The biological laser field: dynamic stability at the laser threshold / The peculiarity of biological coherence / The Dicke theory and "Cavity Quantum Electrodynamics" / Actual and potential information / Biological consequences
19. The genesis and development of life in the biophoton field
Matter consists of vibrations / Particles and fields originate from the "void" / Quantum physics treats reality according to acustical laws / Jenny's "cymatics" as a model of morphogenesis / The basic mechanism of morphogenesis: Interference / The importance of frequency / Light as the organizing principle of matter / Material structures as antennae for radiation / Evolution in the radiation field / The communication experiments / The residual light amplifier makes biophotons visible for the first time / When blood cells communicate / Evolution as the expansion of coherent states
20. The biophoton field as morphogenetic field: The development of the embryo
Field properties of organisms / The field description of the cleaving process shows harmonical laws / Holographic properties / Further stages of embryonic development: The dialectics of internal and surface cellular fields / The transition from cleavage to gastrulation: From point symmetry to axial symmetry / The genesis of partial fields / The phase of the genesis of germinal layers: a sensitive stage
21. The three germinal layers
Germinal layers as energy systems / Dissimilar degree of coherence of the three systems
22. The regulation of differentiation and growth by the biophoton field
Properties of organisms that are not determined by genetic activity / junk genes ? / The "c value paradoxon" / Non-genetic role of DNA ? / The exciplex model of DNA solves open problems in biology / The complementarity of growth and differentiation / The electromagnetic model of cell differentiation and growth confirmed experimentally
23. Biochemical regulation
Coordinated and ordered biochemical activity through the biophoton field / The biochemistry of the cell in a new light / The role of photon frequencies and of the particle geometry / Dynamical structuring of the regulating field / Are biological rhythms controlled by the biophoton field ? / Homeostasis through light-controlled entropy gradients / The entire metabolic work accomplished by biophotons ?
24. Harmonical structures
Mitotic spindle ordered by cavity waves ? / Microtubuli as optical waveguides ? / Cell skeleton built up by light ? / The role of water / Order and water metabolism in the cell are linked / Vibrating musculature / A complex resonance structure makes the organism react very sensitively / States of tension / Biophotons in the nervous system / Holographic biophoton fields in the brain / Altered states of consciousness / A coupling between the nervous system and other oscillators in the organism ? / Our odorous aura
PART IV. Applications
25. Illness and health
Health as a coherent state / Illness as a developmental crisis / Stages of illness / Immunological resistance and effectiveness of substances explainable through biophoton field
26. Regulation forms and types of illness
Polar ordering of regulation systems / Reactive types and the proneness towards certain illnesses / Yin and Yang illnesses / Pischinger's "Basic regulatory system" as a basis for all regulations
27. Cancer: Loss of coherence and of the ability to store light
Cancer tissue has different emission / The tumor is the symptom, not the illness / A fast and cheap tumor test
28. Homeopathic principles as a "guiding line" for modern medicine
Holistic regulation through vibrations / High potencies improve the coherence of the organism and are effective on the causal level / Homeopathic effects not explainable biochemically / Electromagnetic fields can substiute substances / The memory of water / Coherence therapy
29. Urine, blood, and breath tests; smoking test
The luminescence of urine indicates illnesses / Has blood radiation a diagnostic value ? / Blood and urine of smokers show stronger emission / Luminescent breath
30. A test for determining immunological resistance
Radiant phagocytes / A Tibetan drug under test / Biophoton measurements on the flu remedy Echinacine
31. Food quality analysis
In fact we eat sunlight / A concentration of the sunlight towards DNA / ATP as a light carrier / Not the caloric but the information content determines the quality of foodstuffs / The light storage capacity of the "living macromolecules" / Fats and sunlight / A test system for Popp's hypothesis / Free range eggs clearly distinguishable from battery eggs / Is it possible to discriminate biological from conventional foodstuffs ? / Different production and fertilization methods as well as contamination by pesticides and heavy metals engender different biophoton emissions / Bacterial contamination in beer can be detected at an early stage / Biophoton method is superior to biochemical analysis in some essential aspects / The result in the controversy about biological products / Detection of oxidative degradation of organic substances
32. Agriculture
Improvement of quality and yield through "resonance stimulation" by laser light / Bad quality and low resistance of glass-house products due to lack of UV light / Electromagnetic stimulation of growth (electroculture) / Acoustic stimulation of plant growth
33. Water research and "biological activity"
Water - an enigmatic substance / Water structures - facts and speculations / The memory of water / Are biological experiments and biophoton measurements more adequate than other methods of investigation ? / Is the structural aspect of water overemphasized ? / Different types of water can be differentiated / The discrimination of natural and synthetic substances based on their "biological activity"
34. Environmental pollution
Gaseous pollutants / Biophoton emission as a measure of the Relative Biological Effectiveness (RBE) of ionizing radiation / Synergetic mechanisms of damage
35. Dying forests
Water lentils as bio-indicators / Nuclear plants and dying forests: is there a connection ? / Electrochemical smog and dying forests
36. Methods of bioelectronic diagnosis
1. The Bioelectronic Test according to Vincent / Bioelectronic measurements of body fluids to assess Claude Bernard's "terrain" / Cancer prognosis possible ?
2. Electroacupuncture / Electroacupuncture according to Voll (EAV) / Electroacupuncture according to Croon ("Electroneural diagnostics") / The "Ryodoraku method" of Nakatani / The AMI method of Motoyama
3. The bases of acupuncture / A possible participation of meridians in the formation of embryonic organs / Meridians may be not material channels but node lines of the biophoton field / Acupuncture points electrically distinguished / A new method shows if someone is healthy or ill / The stimulation of acupuncture points / Biophoton research furnishes bases for electrodiagnostics
4. Kirlian photography / Between bioelectrical measurement and biophoton measurement / Distribution of electrical charge on the skin is fundamental / Diagnostic evaluation still in its beginnings / New technical developments / Use for quality analysis of foodstuffs and liquids
5. Whole body biophoton diagnostics / The biophysical basis of the aura / The works of Gulyaev and Godik / Thermoregulation diagnostics / Biophoton measurements on humans / "Hand radiation" and healers / The whole-body biophoton diagnostics project
37. Methods of bioelectronic therapy
1. MORA and radionics
2. Electrotherapy / An old tradition / Electrotherapy in the 19th century / High-frequency AC therapy / ELF therapy
3. Chromotherapy (Therapy with colored light) / Ghadiali's chromotherapy / Beginnings of modern light therapy / The actual situation of chromotherapy
4. Laser therapy / Soft-laser applications with weak light / The work of Inyushin / Laser stimulation of tissue regeneration / Laser stimulation of acupuncture points / The mechanism of soft laser therapy / Resonance stimulation of the biophoton field
PART V. Outlook
38. The biophoton field - mediator between body and soul ?
Biophotons - to be analysed in the framework of current science / Is there an even more fundamental level of the organism "behind" the biophoton field ? / The rebirth of the "ether" / The zero-point energy of the vacuum / Bearden's "scalar fields" / Wheeler's "quantum foam" / Bohm's "implicate order" / Burkhard Heim's six-dimensional world model / Photons as mediators between matter and spirit ? / The consciousness-like aspects of matter / Coherence as a bridge to the realm of consciousness / Biophoton theory and the vacuum field / Organisms may control their own space structure and flow of time: Dubrov's theory of "biogravitation" / Pulsation between space and "counter-space": biological space and the ether in the anthroposophical doctrine / The polarity between levity and gravity / The pulse of life
Marco Bischof
522 pp., more than 160 illustrations, 5 color plates, extensive bibliography and index.
German publisher: Zweitausendeins, Frankfurt.
Publication date: March 1995
Actual edition (May 1998): 9th printing
Total number of copies sold in German-language market: 27'000
ISBN 3-86150-095-7
World rights: Zweitausendeins.
showcase Exquisite...Vitrine Exquise: Avec la participation de Art Orienté Objet, James Lee Byars, Jimmie Durham, ExtraLucide, Olivier Mosset, Matt Mullican, Rebecca Purcell, Dana Sherwood, Morgane Tschiember, Robert Williams et Raphaël Zarka. Commissariat : Sarina Basta
The tunnel between United Airlines terminals at Chicago O'Hare airport is a pulsating spectacle of light, shadow and sound. Well worth the time to dawdle and take a few photos - if your connection allows that luxury.
How strange that this simple abstract image is the first to make Explore in ~18 months - it has been so long, that I had given up looking.....
© 2012 Jill Clardy
Graffitiwear - Exclusive for the Hallow Manor Event opening October 16.
Unique dress is made with an animated pulsing blood texture and comes with skull heels.
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Cliff sits hunched over in the corner as he watches the puddle of flesh begin to stir under its unwearable clothes. He props himself up against the cave wall and watches as the mass begins to re-mould itself, growing limbs and filling out the clothing around it. After a few moments it transforms from the mass of flesh into a fully grown person – now with a head and hair. Rita groans as she sits up and steadies herself, looks at her body and adjusts her clothing. Cliff isn’t sure if she’s noticed him quietly sitting opposite, but his suspicions are confirmed when she glances across to him and gasps, wrapping her arms instinctively round her body.
Cliff: I… I…
Rita lets out a long breath and holds up a hand.
Rita: You don’t have to say anything. In fact, I’d prefer it if you didn’t.
Cliff: I… I’m sorry. I had no idea.
Rita: It’s fine. Now forget it.
They say nothing, Cliff feeling like a scolded child as he stares at the ground.
Rita: Are you okay?
He looks at her.
Cliff: I’m alright. Don’t think these freaks realised you can’t exactly knock a robot unconscious.
Rita: Who are they?
Cliff: No fuckin’ idea.
Rita: How long have I been out?
Cliff: Couple o’ hours or so.
Rita: And when did I…
Cliff: Not that long ago. None of them saw, I promise.
She nods curtly and looks around the cave. To the side of them is a crude selection of uneven bits of metal, assembled in the shape of a cell door.
Rita: Where are we?
Cliff: A cave.
Rita: Yes, thank you Cliff. I had worked that out. Do you have any idea where this cave is?
Cliff: Not sure. They dragged us through the trees for a while, kept tryna cover my eyes so I couldn’t see where we were goin’. It kinda got confusin’. They dumped us in here and told us to wait.
Rita: And Larry?
Cliff: Dunno. Think they left him in the van.
Rita says nothing.
Cliff: They kept callin’ me The Idol. Know what the fuck that means?
Rita: No idea.
Cliff pauses for a moment, the elephant in the room rearing its ugly head and getting ready to trample them.
Cliff: Do you think this has got somethin’ to do with that weedy little fuckjob?
Rita: Assuming you mean Eric, I doubt it. He was unconscious on the floor last I saw of him. Hardly a well-executed plan if he did.
Cliff: I guess. But if this wasn’t him then who was it?
Rita: I think we’re about to find out.
From outside the door comes the sound of voices as a skinny woman with long wild hair swings it open and steps inside.
Woman: Our Lord requests your presence. Both of you. You will come.
From behind her emerge two more gaunt figures, both wielding spears. Rita recognises one of them as the man in the Hawaiian shirt from before. They approach Cliff and Rita and motion for them to stand. Rita gets up and offers a hand to Cliff as he struggles to his heavy feet. The woman turns and leads them out of the cave and down a rocky tunnel. It doesn’t take long for them both to realise they are underground. Cliff leans in to Rita and whispers as best as he can.
Cliff: This is some real Manson family shit right here…
She glances over her shoulder at the two spearmen and says nothing. They’re led down another network of small tunnels, before they’re brought to a halt before an opening in the cave wall. Warm, orange light radiates upwards, but it’s blocked by the woman as she turns around to face them. In the light, Cliff and Rita notice her mangled nose and bloodshot eyes.
Woman: You will now be granted an audience with our Lord. Show any sign of trouble and we will not hesitate to send you to the Great White God.
She turns back and Cliff and Rita shoot each other a glance. The woman goes through the opening and they follow her into a large clearing. Flames roar around them in crude sconces wedged clumsily into the jagged wall, and Cliff realises this to be the source of that warm orange glow. Above them hang pointed stalactites tangled with vines and dark vegetation, which every so often send droplets of water falling to the rough ground below. The rock around them is carved haphazardly into different nooks and crannies for one to stand upon, and all around them, stood on different levels of the cave are skinny, dishevelled people – watching them like a vulture would a fresh carcass. Some are barely clothed; others are wrapped in shreds of material that once could’ve been bright clothing. Cliff glances around at them and notices some have painted white lines across their faces. Some of them gasp as they see him, others whispering quickly to each other in an incomprehensible language. They walk a few more steps into the clearing and stop before a mass of wooden stakes tied together to resemble a throne.
Cliff: What the fuck? Okay, forget the Mansons, this shit is one hundred percent Apocalypse Now.
But no one hears Cliff as the woman leading the procession throws her arms into the air and drops to her knees, prompting everyone else in the cave to do so. Cliff and Rita stare at each other, now the only ones standing, but their attention is drawn to a shape stirring in the makeshift throne before them. Unsure how they could have missed him, a man dressed in bright red robes sits up in his seat and shakes a shock of fantastically white hair out of his face. His pale white eyes illuminate his rough, pockmarked face as he looks at the pair of them and smiles a wide, yellow smile. The woman on the ground raises her head.
Woman: My Lord – The Idol of the Great White God, and his muse.
Rita: I am no one’s muse thank you very much!
Cliff looks around confusedly as the robed man stands. He reaches into a small pot on the side of the throne and pulls out a pinch of white powder, which he promptly lifts to his nose and snorts violently. He convulses, his long white hair cascading around his face, and snaps his neck upwards to look at Cliff.
Snowflame: This-is-a-divine-moment!
His words come out in a volley of excitement. He snorts, flinches and continues.
Snowflame: My Children! Stand! F-f-f-for this day a glorious sign has been sent to us! A sign f-f-f-rom the Great White God himself!
The cave dwellers get up off their knees and stand in silence.
Snowflame: I am Snowflame; cocaine is my God! His divine knowledge burns in white-hot ecstasy through my veins!
Cliff and Rita are dumbstruck. Neither says a word.
Snowflame: Snowflame’s people have seen you yes-they-have. They watch you f-f-for hours. They tell Snowflame a sign – an Idol of the Great White God – has entered his Kingdom. Let-me-look-at-you.
He jumps down off his throne and faces Cliff.
Cliff: Uh… hello?
Snowflame: So the Idol has addressed Snowflame…
Cliff looks around uncomfortably.
Cliff: Uh, yeah… about that. I think you mighta got the wrong guy, man…
Snowflame: Heresy beyond thoughts above!
He jumps up wildly and kicks the air.
Snowflame: EYAAAAAAAAAAH!
Cliff says nothing.
Snowflame: Look, Idol… look upon your shrine and tell Snowflame he is mistaken!
Snowflame calms himself and turns and points above his throne. Painted on the cave wall is a golden head surrounded by hundreds of white dots. They all look at it for a minute before Rita scoffs.
Rita: Wait a minute… you think that’s Cliff?
Snowflame looks at her as if she has just pulled her pants down and soiled herself all over the floor.
Snowflame: Silence, heathen! Snowflame takes heed only of the Idol, not his muse! The Great White God has sent Snowflame a sign – his Idol, in the f-f-f-flesh!
He steps forwards and places his hands on Cliff’s metal cheeks.
Snowflame: Gaze upon his might. GAZE, HEATHENS!
Voices: We gaze upon his might o’ Lord!
He removes his hands from Cliff’s face. Cliff looks around and faces him.
Cliff: Wait a minute wait a minute… you think I’m like, a sign? From God?
Snowflame: The Idol has conf-f-f-fessed his sanctity!
Cliff: Well that ain’t so bad, right?
He turns to Rita. She looks at him with a mixture of annoyance and bewilderment, half convinced she’s still asleep.
Cliff: So, mister Snowflame. What do you uh… want me to do? Say a few prayers? Form a crackhead, gospel choir? Joyful-joyful Lord we snort thee and shit? I could get into that…
Rita grabs his arm and hisses at him.
Rita: May I remind you why we’re here?
Cliff: I know I know!
Rita: I’d hate to think you’re enjoying this.
Cliff: I’m not. But you gotta admit – it does look a little like me.
Rita: Are you-
Snowflame winces and spins on the spot.
Snowflame: SILENCE PLEEEEEEASE!
He looks at Cliff.
Snowflame: The Gods have sent you here to test Snowflame. Snowflame sees it written in the Snow.
He pinches some more powder from the pot and blows it into the air. Rita grunts and bats it away like an irritating wasp.
Snowflame: Snowflame shall prove his worth to the Gods by sending them your head – or die trying!
From the crowd of onlookers, a voice pipes up.
Voice: Throw him to the Hemo Goblin!
Snowflame: No, Mary. We don't... fuck no. Jeez…
Voice: Sorry.
Cliff and Rita shoot each other a glance.
Snowflame: We shall duel at the setting of the sun! A fight to the death! With the powder of the Gods on Snowflame’s side, he shall prove himself worthy to them! The winner will be victorious! YES! What say you, Idol?
Cliff: Uh…
Snowflame: It is decided! Tonight! Prepare yourself!
He claps his hands and Cliff and Rita are seized by the two spearmen. He jumps onto his throne, snorts a line, and throws a fist into the air.
Snowflame: May the Snow fall everlasting!
Voices: May the Snow fall everlasting!
Cliff and Rita can only gape silently as they are dragged out of the cave and back down the tunnels.
====================
Eric stirs, feeling the bristles of the van’s old carpet brushing his face. He sits up and groans, pain radiating from the spot where his head landed on the floor. As he massages his head, he doesn’t notice Larry sat staring right at him.
Larry: You alright?
Morden: I think so.
Larry stands abruptly and uses all his strength to seize Eric by his sweater. Now he notices him. He yelps as Larry pulls him to his feet and pushes him against the wall.
Larry: What happened to them?
Morden: To who?
Larry: Cliff and Rita! Where did they take them?
Morden: I don’t know! I don’t even know who they were!
Larry: Don’t lie to me Eric!
Morden: I swear! I didn’t have anything to do with this!
Larry: You’ve never seen those people before?
Morden: Never!
Larry pauses. He tenses his fists for a moment but releases Eric.
Larry: Dammit.
He leaves Eric and goes outside, careful to avoid the bits of broken glass scattered across the carpet. He stands at the edge of the road and opens his arms.
Larry: I could really use your help now buddy.
He looks at his chest but nothing happens.
Larry: Come on, help me! For once in your life work with me!
Nothing. He lets his arms drop disappointedly to his side and sits against the van. Eric pokes his head out nervously, assessing the situation and determines it’s safe for him to come out. He makes his way down the steps and notices one of their attacker’s spears left abandoned on the floor. He picks it up, testing its weight in his hands, and edges carefully down next to Larry.
Morden: Are you okay?
Larry: Niles is still out there, the van’s a mess, I’ve lost Cliff and Rita and the parasitic entity that lives inside me doesn’t care about my feelings. So yeah Eric, I’m great.
Eric inspects the spear silently.
Larry: I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. I don’t think it is, anyway.
Eric sighs and looks at him.
Morden: I’m sorry too. I should never have got tangled up in all this.
Larry drops his head and watches an ant crawl up his boot. Eric continues to inspect the spear.
Morden: Don’t you get hot in those?
Larry: I don’t really feel heat anymore, so no. Not really.
Morden: Oh.
He looks around for a moment, working up the courage to ask Larry something.
Morden: That thing inside you… do you mind me asking you what it is?
Larry considers for a moment, then just as Eric thinks his inquiry pointless Larry replies.
Larry: We call it the Negative Spirit.
Eric gives him a wan smile and nods. He doesn’t really know why, but Larry continues.
Larry: I was a pilot – a pretty good one, too. Flew everything. You name it, I’d do it. People started to realise this and some higher-ups recommended me as a test pilot. Of course I said yes – I jumped at the chance. I test anything and everything, fast stuff, slow stuff, stuff that’s safe, stuff that isn’t, so much so that I start to think I’m invincible. Shit happens and I get reckless; find myself signed on to this experimental project, KF-2 they called it. I remember it like it was yesterday – probably because every time I close my eyes I relive it. Everyone said it was a bad idea; that I shouldn’t do it. So like the fool I was I still did, and sure enough they were right. Flew the damn thing through this radiation belt, fried myself and the jet and, long story short, landed myself this.
He points at his chest.
Larry: It turned me radioactive, hence the bandages. Don’t worry, you’re not in any danger. People ran tests on me, and later Niles helped me to try and better understand it, but honestly? I know hardly any more about it than the day I took that flight.
He trails off, watching as the ant crawls off his boot and scurries away across the dirt. Eric takes a moment to process Larry’s tale.
Morden: Don’t you ever just… talk to it?
Larry: I’ve tried. Anyway, what the hell would I ask it?
Morden: I don’t know. Anything. My mother always used to say there’s no danger in a simple question.
Larry doesn’t reply. They share the silence for a few minutes.
Morden: I don’t think my mother ever thought I’d amount to much. Can’t say I blame her. Father left us when I was young, and I tried to be the man he wasn’t. I never was much of a leader, always the follower. But I tried. I failed, but I did try. She loved me though. I think she did. We only really had each other…
Larry: If it helps, I wasn’t much of a father either.
He picks at the spot on his boot where the ant had been.
Larry: I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.
Morden: S’okay.
He looks at the ground sadly.
Morden: You must really trust Niles, to come all the way out here.
Larry: We all do.
Morden: Must be nice, having people you can rely on like that. A family.
Larry: We’re not that close.
Morden: I think you are. Sure, you argue – who doesn’t? But I’d give anything to be respected the way they respect you. You might not see it, but I do. They followed you all this way, didn’t they?
Larry says nothing. Eric leans back against the van and stares into the mid-afternoon sky.
Morden: I wish I was a part of something… something bigger than me. All my life I’ve been the follower, and look where it’s got me. No offence.
Larry raises a forgiving hand.
Morden: When you found me, you said I could be a part of something. No one has ever been like that to me. I don’t know… I wanted to say thank you I guess.
Larry sits up and looks out into the trees for a moment. He takes a breath and looks at his chest as it begins to slowly pulsate. He pats it carefully.
Larry: I guess I’d better start thinking of something to say to the Spirit, huh?
He gets up, brushes himself off and offers a hand to Eric. Eric grabs it and with his other hand picks up the spear.
Larry: Come on, let’s go find the others.
The van stands alone once more as they trudge over the ditch and into the trees.
Detroit Metro Airport- Who would have thought that you would get off a plane and walk through a psychedelic tunnel with a light show to pulsating music at the Detroit Airport. Sure made the trip a lot more enjoyable! Straight out of the camera.
A free Spirit
Mirit Ben-Nun was born in Beer- Sheva in 1966. Over the years she has presented in solo exhibitions and participated in group exhibitions in Israel and around the world.
When she was six, her father was killed in a car accident, leaving behind his wife and two daughters, Mirit and Dana.
Ben-Nun had difficulty concentrating on studies, which caused behavioral problems, and at the age of fourteen she dropped out of the education system and went to work. The colors and writing tools gave her a quiet private space and her own way of surviving. Creativity eased her tumultuous soul.
Until her early 30’s she worked as a telemarketer and for the next fourteen years she doodled and doodled. While talking to customers she filled thousands of pages with lines and dots that resembled hundreds of compressed eggs and seeds which she threw away.
In a large portion of each page she would pick a random word and would write it down over and over while concentrating on her hand movements.
Even then she noticed the rising of her need and obsession as she practiced the endless doodling and writing.
Ben-Nun testifies that the lack of artistic training to paint "correctly" freed her from adhering to the rules of painting and allowed her freedom and spirit of rebellion.
In 1998, she received a bunch of canvases and acrylic paints as a gift from her sister.
She brought the acrylic into her world of lines and dots; she went back to painting women and masks that appeared in her childhood paintings and flooded them with lines and dots without separating body and background.
This is also the moment when Ben-Nun began to refer to herself as a painter.
and when art became the center of her life.
The intense colors in Ben-Nun's paintings sweep the viewer into a sensual experience. The viewer traces the surge of dots and lines formed in packed layers of paint. The movement leads to a kind of female-male hormonal dance within the human body and to a communion with an artistic experience of instinct, passion, conceiving and birth.
Contributing to this experience is the wealth of characteristics reminiscent of tribal art. Ben-Nun merges these with a humorous and kicking contemporary Western Pop art. In the language of unique art, Ben-Nun creates an unconventional conversation between past and present cultures.
It is evident that the paintings emerge from a regenerated need and desire, a force that erupts from her soul, a subconscious survival instinct to which she cannot or does not want to resist.
Ben-Nun places women at the center stage where they are her work focus. The paintings obsessively deal with the existential experience of being a woman in the world. A few of the women's paintings carry feminist slogans stressing the women's struggle in society, a critique for being held to perfection and being required to perform as a model of "beauty, purity and motherhood". Feminism pulsates in Ben-Nun's psyche, through her diverse female images and the play between beauty and unsightliness; Ben-Nun assimilates the consciousness of feminine possibility, of not being "perfect", of being powerful, influential, and outside social norms. This mandates a departure from acceptable limitations where Ben-Nun creates a new world of free spirit for women.
Mirit Ben-Nun is a mother of three and the grandmother of three grandchildren.
Mirela Tal
The intensity and duration of the Great Aurora Storm of 10-11 May 2024 (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_2024_solar_storms) provided an opportunity to record this wonder of nature with several digital cameras.
I used a GoPro 11 in time lapse raw format. It defaults to a wide field view of 135 degs. My settings were: exp 15 sec and iso 800. This clip runs from 9:11PM (65 minutes after sunset) to 3:46AM (11th). Extreme dew formed at the end of the clip just minutes before the start of astronomical twilight. The bright flareup with lots of reds occurred just at midnight and was the peak of activity.
I was viewing from Glendo State Park in Wyoming which is about 100 miles north of Cheyenne (200 miles north of Denver).
This G5, Kp=9 northern lights storm was about as strong as storms go. I recorded aurora 30 degrees over the southern horizon, pulsating and strobing, and corona formations that lasted almost 90 minutes uninterrupted! The red aurora was clearly visible naked eye during the most intense periods. In my 50 years observing and photographing the aurora, this event contained nearly every aspect of the evolution of a space storm possible.
While I consider a total solar eclipse a close top pick for natural phenomena, the northern lights wins hands down. Do you agree?
More info: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGNa-PGYdhg
For full high resolution version with music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pcji9Tz20Y&t=67s
Picture of the day x 2
The blue-ringed octopuses (genus Hapalochlaena) are three (or perhaps four) octopus species that live in tide pools and coral reefs in the Pacific and Indian Oceans, from Japan to Australia. They are recognized as some of the world's most venomous marine animals. Despite their small size and relatively docile nature, they can prove dangerous to humans. They can be recognized by their characteristic blue and black rings and yellowish skin. When the octopus is agitated, the brown patches darken dramatically, and iridescent blue rings or clumps of rings appear and pulsate within the maculae. Typically 50-60 blue rings cover the dorsal and lateral surfaces of the mantle. They hunt small crabs, hermit crabs, and shrimp, and may bite attackers, including humans, if provoked. the octopus in the photo is approximately 100-120mm long
source: wikipedia
The black visor raised, allowing a thin cloud of super-chilled air to woosh out and curl into a feint mist in front of it. As the mist dissipated in the warm air, the face of the figure became seen, or some of it did, being mostly covered in metallic augments and devices. Sections of exposed facial skin contorted and pulsated as it breathed. It’s still alive under there.
A free Spirit
Mirit Ben-Nun was born in Beer- Sheva in 1966. Over the years she has presented in solo exhibitions and participated in group exhibitions in Israel and around the world.
When she was six, her father was killed in a car accident, leaving behind his wife and two daughters, Mirit and Dana.
Ben-Nun had difficulty concentrating on studies, which caused behavioral problems, and at the age of fourteen she dropped out of the education system and went to work. The colors and writing tools gave her a quiet private space and her own way of surviving. Creativity eased her tumultuous soul.
Until her early 30’s she worked as a telemarketer and for the next fourteen years she doodled and doodled. While talking to customers she filled thousands of pages with lines and dots that resembled hundreds of compressed eggs and seeds which she threw away.
In a large portion of each page she would pick a random word and would write it down over and over while concentrating on her hand movements.
Even then she noticed the rising of her need and obsession as she practiced the endless doodling and writing.
Ben-Nun testifies that the lack of artistic training to paint "correctly" freed her from adhering to the rules of painting and allowed her freedom and spirit of rebellion.
In 1998, she received a bunch of canvases and acrylic paints as a gift from her sister.
She brought the acrylic into her world of lines and dots; she went back to painting women and masks that appeared in her childhood paintings and flooded them with lines and dots without separating body and background.
This is also the moment when Ben-Nun began to refer to herself as a painter.
and when art became the center of her life.
The intense colors in Ben-Nun's paintings sweep the viewer into a sensual experience. The viewer traces the surge of dots and lines formed in packed layers of paint. The movement leads to a kind of female-male hormonal dance within the human body and to a communion with an artistic experience of instinct, passion, conceiving and birth.
Contributing to this experience is the wealth of characteristics reminiscent of tribal art. Ben-Nun merges these with a humorous and kicking contemporary Western Pop art. In the language of unique art, Ben-Nun creates an unconventional conversation between past and present cultures.
It is evident that the paintings emerge from a regenerated need and desire, a force that erupts from her soul, a subconscious survival instinct to which she cannot or does not want to resist.
Ben-Nun places women at the center stage where they are her work focus. The paintings obsessively deal with the existential experience of being a woman in the world. A few of the women's paintings carry feminist slogans stressing the women's struggle in society, a critique for being held to perfection and being required to perform as a model of "beauty, purity and motherhood". Feminism pulsates in Ben-Nun's psyche, through her diverse female images and the play between beauty and unsightliness; Ben-Nun assimilates the consciousness of feminine possibility, of not being "perfect", of being powerful, influential, and outside social norms. This mandates a departure from acceptable limitations where Ben-Nun creates a new world of free spirit for women.
Mirit Ben-Nun is a mother of three and the grandmother of three grandchildren.
Mirela Tal
Go to YouTube to see the full length version in High Definition.....
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2svYV33JJis
243 photos, compiled into a video, with the pulsating sound of ' Frankie goes to Hollywood' playing the Power of Love to back it.
It charts Julie's activities during the period September 2011 to March 2012, and covers 20 separate outings, including nine visits to CandyGirls in Sunbury, seven to Pink Punters in Milton Keynes, one to Tetbury in Gloucs and taking in a trip to Raglan Castle in Wales, one in London, one in Uxbridge and one in Bristol. A busy and fun, six months
ESA Space Science Image of the Week: Dying star offers glimpse of our Sun’s future
This is a final act of celestial beauty before the long fade into cosmic history. Invisibly buried in the centre of this colourful swirl of gas is a dying star, roughly the same mass as the Sun.
This example is known as Kohoutek 4-55. Named after its discoverer, the Czech astronomer Luboš Kohoutec, it is located 4600 light years from Earth, in the direction of the constellation Cygnus.
As a star ages, the nuclear reactions that keep it shining begin to falter. This uncertain energy generation causes the stars to pulsate in an irregular way, casting off its outer layers into space.
As the star sheds these outer gases, the super-hot core is revealed. It gives off huge quantities of ultraviolet light, and this radiation causes the gas shells to glow, creating the fragile beauty of the nebula.
Credits: NASA, ESA and the Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA). Acknowledgment: R. Sahai and J. Trauger (Jet Propulsion Laboratory)
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"Cat Whisker" early diode close up. According to Brian Glanger in the article cited below, "....the crystal detector, which was popular in the World War I era, is a device that, by mean of rectification (changing the alternating current of the incoming signal to a pulsating direct current), converts the radio signal into an audio frequency signal that can be heard in the ear- phones. The most common crystal detector utilized a chunk of galena (lead-sulfide) clamped in a holder, with a fine wire called a cat’s whisker poked onto its surface. This constituted a rectifying junction, functionally not unlike the semiconductor diodes of today."
This model BC-14A crystal radio came out towards the end of the war, where it was used to receive information from spotter planes to efficiently direct artillery. The history of this particular radio is unknown; the loaner purchased it at an antiques show.
Donated by Nancy Farnan
ACC# 2015.13.01
See other WW I artifacts at flic.kr/s/aHskknqFgj. (Photo credit Bob Gundersen - www.flickr.com/photos/bobphoto51/albums)