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L’ART POUR SE RECONNECTER À LA NATURE
Dans cette exposition proposée au cœur du 9e arrondissement de Paris, les sculptures
monumentales d’ours et de gorilles de Michel Bassompierre se font les représentants
emblématiques des espèces en danger de disparition. Les nombreuses menaces qui pèsent sur ces espèces révèlent leur extrême fragilité. Leurs habitats, forêts et banquise, sont mis à mal par la pression du changement climatique et celle des humains. Lorsque les populations de ces « animaux totémiques » déclinent, c'est que
déjà la survie des milliers d'espèces végétales et animales qui composent leurs écosystèmes est compromise
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Le Miel n°2
Passé Maître dans l’Art de représenter les animaux, Michel Bassompierre est le plus
talentueux sculpteur animalier contemporain. L’artiste transcende le bronze et le marbre pour créer ses ours et ses gorilles tout en courbes et en rondeurs.
Si ses œuvres sont le plus souvent réalisées en bronze ou en marbre de Carrare, certaines de ses pièces monumentales peuvent être en résine.
Michel BASSOMPIERRE est l’un des artistes les plus importants dans le champ de la sculpture animalière contemporaine.
Ses ours, chevaux, éléphants et autres gorilles peuplent son atelier, les galeries et les collections du monde entier.
Séduisante et attachante, son œuvre a parcouru le monde, laissant échapper son bestiaire de marbre et de bronze aux quatre coins du globe.
Michel BASSOMPIERRE a su générer une œuvre puissante témoignant d’une maitrise exceptionnelle du dessin, d’une compréhension parfaite des volumes, d’une approche de la lumière où jamais la lumière ne vient heurter l'ombre.
Michel BASSOMPIERRE se débarrasse de l’anecdote pour aller à l’essentiel : une forme pure, des courbes délicates, une lumière enveloppante qui souligne la rondeur des masses dont émanent tendresse et poésie.
A part of me - that defined me so well,
was floating out of my body, mind, and soul.
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Welcome, home. I’ve missed you. This time, you’re here to stay - forever.
Zorats Karer (also known as the "Armenian Stonehenge") is a fascinating prehistoric site in Southern Armenia. It is believed to be the world's oldest observatory dating back to the Bronze Age. Although the archaeoastronomical significance is disputed, it's still an awe-inspiring place.
29/04/2017 #1580. Reconnecting the engine at East Grinstead for the trip back to Sheffield Park on the Bluebell Line. I guess that they don't have parking sensors on the front :-)
At the start of 2018 a series was made called Memorylane, www.flickr.com/photos/elizabeth_at_landanna/albums/721576....
This is an addition to that series.
For those who are not familiar with Soul Food; here is a video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=cka7au29Kro
At the start of 2018 a series was made called Memorylane, www.flickr.com/photos/elizabeth_at_landanna/albums/721576....
This is an addition to that series.
For those who are not familiar with Soul Food; here is a video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=cka7au29Kro
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For the first portion of my childhood, I grew up in a seaside village. My fondest memories as a young child was of times spent on the beach. The one day friendships you would make with other kids for the day, taking the train with my brother to the neighbouring beaches to go play in the rock pools (quite something to travel about by train as two young children on our own – in those days it was safe to do so), swimming out to sea going far further than you were “allowed”, collecting sea shells… the sand in your hair and the taste of salt on your skin <3
In the last few months I have been spending much time reconnecting with the ocean again… It was always a belief as a young child that if you put a sea shell to your ear, you would hear the sound of the waves from where that shell came. To me, that always seemed like magic… <3
PS: The shells used are all life sized. I did not alter them in Photoshop ;) Special props I had at home… two were dived out by my brother and the one has been in our family for decades.
Connecting to the earth is vital, in more ways than you might think.
The wilderness of Lake District once again. Taken in the woodlands next to Crummock Water.
Sunrise Reflects Development in the Washington DC Metro Area
Arlington County, Northern Virginia
Accessed via the Georgetown Waterfront Park
Date taken: November 10, 2013
Many of you may know that I grew up in Northern Virginia, just outside of the Nation’s capital, Washington D.C. I moved south for college, worked with a company out of school that built hospitals all around the southeast, and then, once again worked and studied at a southern school for some additional time. Now, I’m full circle, back in Northern Virginia, muddling through my first year as a full-time, earning (sometimes!) landscape photographer. Opportunities for a landscape photographer are certainly different here than when I lived along the Blue Ridge Parkway; the land perhaps what some might describe as less-than-epic, with a few scattered vestiges of wilderness tucked within the heavy development and traffic of the technology corridor’s trademark public and private sector economic opportunity. Great Falls for instance, a waterfall on the fault line separating the piedmont from the coastal regions along the Potomac River, is one of these left over wild spots tucked along a major artery into the city, surrounded by suburban homes complete with perfectly manicured lawns and shiny cars. Check the portfolios of any of the photographers who have come from or still call this area home and you will likely come across many photographs of this particular landmark (and I’m no exception). One of the unspoken aims of almost all of my photographs has been to convey a feeling of remoteness, an ‘away’ for the viewer to get lost in, and accomplishing this task in my new (old) environment, particularly when you move away from the few pieces of wilderness left, is especially hard because it’s especially hard to ever really feel, as a photographer, that I am actually "away." However, on the flip side of the move, I’ve been able to reconnect with some of the folks that I grew up with when I was younger and they are all exceptional people doing big and inspiring things, which in turn naturally makes me question where I’m at and in many ways lights a fire under my ass to get out there and be something a bit more!
Instead of writing off the landscape here in Northern Virginia as a total loss for me as a landscape photographer, though, I would like to embrace it and see if I can’t make an interesting project out of the opportunity. My background, for those that don’t know, is in the built environment, where I studied, worked, and taught concepts of construction management and building science for about a decade. Combine this with what little I know about photography, composition and the such, and perhaps I have a unique opportunity with this new environment to create a neat project portraying, authentically, the growth and development of this particular region. Still figuring out how or if I should manage that effort! And for those that are worried that I will ditch the Carolinas, worry not, I’ve got my eye set on getting back this autumn for some extended shooting trips and what I hope will be my best photographs of the area to-date! As I sit behind the keyboard though, biding my time, building my budget, and mulling over ideas and plans, I know that I just need to get on with things, put lens to face, and make as much happen as I can while I still have the opportunity to do so.
Reconnecting to some of my older customs and I realise I should probably make Rarity a proper outfit to suit her character even if she looks cute in anything…
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In reconnecting with Draven I realized how transformative he is. Back when I met him originally and in the time I knew him he was always a very cool looking guy with a personality to match. I’d attribute some of it to his dad, with the wide variety of influences he’s mentioned from comics to music and movies to art. His name actually comes from one of his dad’s favourites,The Crow after the character Eric Draven. It wasn’t until recently when we reconnected that I began to look back at his photos, noticing the amount of looks he went through, always adapting to the next thing in his own way.
I found a real friend in Draven. We held similar interests and shared many friends. Social circles continually collided and meeting up was bound to happen frequently. At some point, like with so many, I saw him less. He moved out of Patrick’s house and off to North Vancouver to my understanding. From there I lost track of him, though the last time I did see him was at the Wired Monk in Fleetwood. I remember he was wearing a zootsuit and a motor head toque. The next time I saw him was due to less fortunate happenings, though while he was in town we got the chance to catch up before he went back to Kamloops where he’s been residing for a while now.
I miss him. I miss a lot of people. I want nothing more than to hold on to connections, but it’s hard. Hard to stay in touch. But it’s easy to reconnect. It really only takes a wave or nudge. The slight nostalgia helps. It’s easier to forget what you’ve got until it’s gone. Cherish your friendships and the time you have. It’ll make for better memories, and an easier time to reconnect to the people you care about.
‘Reconnecting with soil, soul and society’ is emphasised here. A green place to visit, housed around the old Tai Po Police Station this is where the Union Jack was raised to mark the official takeover of the New Territories in 1899. There's also a museum dedicated to the workings of the old police station.
...lets me know that you need me.
With everything going on; two bairnies under two, playing psychologist to the latest batch of trauma-inflicted students, as well as preparing for her Healer exam, Jo and Iain hadn't had much time to themselves.
Thank Merlin for babysitters a mere owl away. Grandparents Carstairs gave them the night off to reconnect as best they could in the wee hub of McDuff.
Sure there was a bar. It wasn't much, but the food was good, drinks even better (ale for Iain and hot cocoa for Jo), and the atmosphere welcoming. But it was when the music started up that they felt as they had when they were both teens - dancing in the halls, and then the wooded trails outside of Inverness and along the docks in Fraserburgh.
"There's a truth in your eyes, saying you'll never leave me..."
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Honesty time. I've struggled for four years to get employment in my field. I finished my 4 year bachelor's program for photography and painting back in 2012. Since then I've busted my butt to get into advertising and have a consistent income. I knew it was going to be competitive, but I definitely was not expecting to still be counting my pennies come time for rent after 4+ years post graduation. It's rough. And it gets me down. I've bounced from serving jobs to internships that lead nowhere to scraping by on freelance mixed with savings. This summer the only job I was able to find that would hire me was a landscaping crew position. Pay isn't great and it's back breaking work, but it's exactly what I need in my life right now.
I've been glued to a computer screen for too many years feeling stressed and frustrated and I began to lose my love of art, the whole reason why I decided to study photography to begin with. So this summer I'm reconnecting with nature, breathing fresh air and being outside everyday, and kicking my body back into shape. It's hard, hot, dirty, sweaty, exhausting and certainly not glamorous. It's truthfully very humbling.