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I was rambling inside the old British residency at Lucknow. I noticed that the guy was crying ( I don't know why) and his fiancée was trying to console him.
A gorgeous view of awesome Hunza Valley taken from Embassy Hotel where we stayed and had great time last year.
On a walk around the city to catch up on the earthquake rebuild. January 2018 Christchurch New Zealand.
Eight giant spray cans have taken up residency in central Christchurch as part of a plan to attract young people to the city centre.
The oversized cans on the corner of Manchester and Lichfield streets will be a canvas for street artists to test their wares. Three of them would be semi-permanent and were painted by street artists Jacob Yikes, Ikarus and Wongi Wilson.
For more info: i.stuff.co.nz/national/99470562/eight-giant-spray-cans-pr...
For the longest time, I have dreamt of getting an opportunity to photograph the male Black-throated Blue Warbler. Being an East coast only bird I knew my chances of seeing one in SoCal was slim. That all changed today. A lone gorgeous male has setup temporary residency at San Diego State University since early December. So my favorite birder pal @moniquedao.photography and I took the long two hours drive down to SD to see him. And he does not disappoint. What an incredibly beautiful warbler and an absolutely unforgettable experience.
Noon, Cheboygan county 48 x 58 acrylic own canvas
THE PACE OF NATURE
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LOOKING OUT
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IPSDEN IN WINTER
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LANDSCAPES OF IPSDEN
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RECENT PORTRAITS
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DRAWING AND PAINTING by Kate Wilson
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PORTRAIT REVOLUTION
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Rooting : Infrastructure
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Alternating between gravitating around an abyss and discovering the proliferation of roots on a fractured sidewalk and a heaving pavement, Rooting : Infrastructure invites the viewer to delve into intertwined natural and urban elements that are turned inside out and upside down. The work follows an artist residency and an exhibition that François Quévillon made in Mexico City at the end of 2019 for Connecting the Dots.
Doctors really go through hell when they are in residency. They spend long hours on call often sleeping at the hospital. They must make quick and life saving decisions and operate even when deeply fatigued. Give them their due.
Mirit Ben-Nun believes and feels that art is a vital and necessary function for human existence, it is what enriches the human race.
For Mirit it is her everyday language and her wish is that it reaches the one who observes her works of art and allows her to communicate her most positive aspects of creativity, worshiping the highest values of which humanity prides itself.
The artist is impregnated with the concept that there is no art without man, but perhaps neither is man without art. It is a kind of soul breathing.
Dora Woda
Minolta SRT 101. Kodacolor 200 Color Film.
Tetenal Colortec C-41. Epson Scanner.
Lucknow, India. January 10, 2020
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To celebrate its 550th anniversary Magdalen College, Oxford has commissioned the Turner Prize-winning artist Mark Wallinger to create his first-ever dedicated permanent artwork.
Two years in development, the sculpture Y was unveiled on St Mary Magdalen Day 2008. William Waynflete, Bishop of Winchester founded Magdalen College in 1458. It is one of the best-known colleges in the University of Oxford and is known internationally for its high academic standing.
The College has many fine buildings. The Cloisters, Chapel, Founder’s Tower and Hall were built in the Gothic style in the later part of the 15th century. The Great Tower, a pictorial symbol of Oxford, is famous for the May Day event when the College choir sings an ancient hymn at dawn. The Georgian New Buildings, which blend into the College Gardens and grounds, were completed in 1733. The buildings sit amid a hundred acres of lawns, woodlands and riverside walks, which are publicly accessible, and there is a deer herd that has been in existence for over 300 years.
Addison’s Walk, named after the great essayist of the 18th century and father of English journalism, is about a mile in length and goes by the River Cherwell around a great water meadow. Beyond the end of Addison’s Walk is a tranquil field known as Bat Willow Meadow, which is where the new commission is sited. Maps of the grounds of Magdalen College are available from the Porters’ Lodge or they can be downloaded from the Magdalen website.
Over the past twenty years Mark Wallinger has established an international reputation with major solo exhibitions in London, Birmingham, Liverpool, Val-de-Marne, Frankfurt, Aarau, Basel, Milan, New York and Chicago.
His work encompasses a wide range of media, including painting, photography, sculpture, video and installation, and it takes art history, mythology, religion, politics, national identity and popular culture as its subject matter. Wallinger studied at Chelsea School of Art in 2001, and in Goldsmiths' College. He exhibited in Young British Artists II at the Saatchi Collection in 1993 and at the Royal Academy of Art's Sensation exhibition in 1997.
His Time and relative dimensions in space derived from a residency and was shown at Oxford University Museum of Natural History in 2001 and in the same year he represented Britain in the 49th Venice Biennale. The artist is best known for Ecce Homo, a life-size sculpture of Jesus Christ which inaugurated the Fourth Plinth in Trafalgar Square in 1999, and State Britain, his 2007 re-creation at Tate Britain of Brian Haw's protest display outside parliament. He was a Turner Prize nominee in 1995 and won the award in 2007, and he is one of five internationally acclaimed artists who have been commissioned to produce proposals for the Ebbsfleet Landmark Project, which will be one of the biggest artworks in the United Kingdom.
It is said that this Residential complex called Lucknow Residency was first laid by the king Nawab Asaf-ud-daula of Avadh in 1775 for providing a residence to the British visitors and completed in 1800 by Nawab Saddat Ali near the bank of river Gomti in Lucknow.
"The Residency, Lucknow" at it looked right before 1857, from vol. 3 of 'The Indian Empire' by Robert Montgomery Martin, c.1860
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Ebey's Landing National Historical Reserve
The Jacob Ebey House was the evidence of the historic settling of the Ebey family more than 150 years ago at this very corner of the country. Sitting on a hilltop and looking directly toward the Admiralty Inlet and the faraway Olympic Range, one could imagine the opportunities that were as boundless as the landscape.
Set number #300 - time for something special.
It was a cold winter morning in 2009. I drove to the usual rendez-vous parking spot to meet up with my buddy NeQo. I finished my take-away cup of black gold and packed my stuff, ready to go, off for a full day of decay.
Once seated I pulled out my endless list of places to visit. But NeQo insisted on skipping those. I'm taking you somewhere else...
After driving for 50 minutes we pulled over to a bewildered piece of land. I could spot a decayed house between the trees, with late medieval touches, but had no idea what to expect. Until NeQo told me. This is Residency Theodoricus, my friend.
Now I've seen a couple of old places, but this one tops the list. It's from the 1600's and no noteworthy changes have been made to the house. What started as a regular mill was later transformed into a brewery of fine liquors. It's a family affair and the brewery was never commercialized or sold to a large investor. Good!
On with the explore. The place itself is divided into two parts: the stables with a tasting gallery, and the house itself. I checked some windows and doors from the residential part, but it was locked tight. Before squeezing ourselves through a bathroom window we started out with the stables and tasting gallery. Which turned out to be an antiques goldmine. Record players, old radio transistors, Solex motorcycles, unopened pre-WW2 wine bottles, rifles of hunters, wooden horses for children, ...
We went up the attic and and unreal scenery opened up for our eyes: the complete attic was covered in gigantic cobwebs. This must be the result of 410 years of cobwebs in the making. I had to wade through this white jungle a couple of times to take my shots. 10 minutes later all my clothes were wrapped up in spider webs. On top of that my pants were completely white because of the chalk of the very unstable and rotten floor. And right there, amidst this chaotic maze, we popped a beer. Cheers. To 400 years of dust.
Right after we finished our beer we continued the program, on to the second part: the house. I checked the door handle of the house again. Shock! It was open. Now I've might been slightly tipsy because of the beer but I knew this door was locked one hour ago. We went inside. Hello? Anyone here? Silence. We closed the door. My buddy NeQo went inside the living room. Hello? And old & cracky voice sounded from below. Yes! Hold on a minute. Dang! Someone lives here? We went back to the door, to make it look like we were just entering.
A skinny man in his late fifties shows up. Looks like's he's been missing a few lessons on personal hygiene. Bad teeth. Greasy hair. And an overal neglected look. But he seems calm. My buddy tells him we're photographers, interested in heritage. Always works, you know. The old man tells us he's the son of the old lady who lived here. She passed away in 2003. He grew up in this house, but can't maintain it. None of the children want to maintain it. The property will be sold, lock stock & barrel.
After a short brief into the history of this place the old man looks at me. And inspects me. I know I look horrible. I'm completely covered in cobwebs and my pants are powdered with white chalk. I'm wearing gloves and a hat, all wrapped up by silken threads of little spiders. I see them hanging in front of my glasses. I'm coughing dust. I'm a total mess. There's this awkward silence, and with the 0.5 liter beer still fresh I can barely hold myself from laughing. Where on earth have you been crawling out? must he been thinking. But the old chap doesn't say a word.
I cannot hold it any longer. Break the silence. Can we take pictures here?, I ask. Once again the old man scans me completely. Did my breath revealed the beer we just drank? Did he pay attention to the chalk on my shoes? Did he notice the cobwebs in front of my eyes? Does he even know the attic is one gigantic spiderweb? Finally, an answer.
No. Sorry boys, you can't take pictures here!
And off we were, bursting out in joy once we were out of sight. Great explore. Thanks mate!
Bodil and Larnie were resident artists at the Montalvo Art Center for the first three months of 2016
Bodil and Larnie were resident artists at the Montalvo Art Center for the first three months of 2016
The British Residency at Lucknow was built in 1800. It was the scene of the great siege of Lucknow. The British Residency was the place that served as a refuge for approximately 3000 British inhabitants during the time of the uprising (Sepoy Mutiny) of 1857. Lucknow was center of all British activities during the siege and the Residency became the monopolistic center of the British for almost 90 days.
The Residency still has within its walls, the graves of around 2000 British soldiers who died in the Revolt of 1857. The people of Lucknow tell intriguing stories of British who fled from their homes to seek shelter in these red buildings. Only a 1000 inhabitant survived this tough ordeal. On November 17th, the British troops led by Sir Colin Campbell defeated the Indian forces. Though they triumphed, it was victory in the true sense.
Today, the British Residency of Lucknow serves as a government office. The Residency also has a museum that is well-maintained by the authorities. One also finds the tombs Sadat Ali Khan, who was the first Nawab of Awadh, Kaisarbagh Palace and an observatory built for Colonel Wilcox, who was a British astronomer.
'There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.' ~ Aldous Huxley
Strobist:
Key: Phottix Indra500 into PCB Parabolic silver reflector camera left
Fill: Phottix Indra500 into PCB parabolic white shoot thru camera right.
Accent: bare Canon 600EX RT behind subject, full CTO gel
We visited the Oysterville Cemetery yesterday for the first time in years. I had forgotten how spacious and lovely it is. It's a Who's Who of notables from the hamlet's early days. For example, this the grave marker of Oysterville's co-founder Robert H. Espy.
Here's the section of Oysterville's application for entry into the National Register of Historic Places that provides biographical information about Espy:
Espy was born February 10, 1826 in Allegheny, Pennsylvania. At the age of 15 he was apprenticed to a tailor but worked at that trade only four years.
In 1845 he left for Wisconsin, and in 1852, travelled overland to the Pacific coast arriving at The Dalles, Oregon on August 27th.
He worked driving an ox-team hauling freight between the Upper and Lower Cascades, wintered in a logging camp, and the following spring, continued on to Astoria where he was employed in a sawmill.
That summer Espy met Nahcotte while cutting piling in Pacific county, but returned to Astoria for the winter where he built a cabin and supported himself beachcombing.
That winter he apparently met Isaac A. Clark, a young man recently arrived from California where he had some limited success working the gold fields.
Originally from New York, Clark was also a tailor who lived for a time in Wisconsin and both men had strong religious convictions.
Together with I. A. Clark, Espy set out to keep his appointment with Nahcotte.
They traveled on foot and by canoe but some distance from their destination they were engulfed in dense fog that would have prevented further progress had Nahcotte not heard them splashing along in the stillness and signalled by thumping repeatedly on a hollow stump with a spruce knot.
They followed the sound as there were no visible reference points to navigate by and eventually they arrived at Nahcotte's camp.
The oyster beds proved to be exceptional. Clark and Espy both filed donation land claims Clark and Espy both filed donation land claims and Clark promptly platted a townsite. They built themselves a log cabin with the assistance of the Indian population already living there.
Oysters were loaded in a canoe and shuttled across the bay to Bruceport where there was an existing oyster exporting operation (founded in 1851 when a schooner loading a cargo of oysters there was burned to the waterline and sunk by the disgruntled ship's cook who escaped in a rowboat leaving the captain and crew marooned).
Soon ships came directly to Oysterville from San Francisco. The price was one dollar in gold for a bushel basket paid on delivery to the schooner which had an average capacity of between 1,200 to 2,000 baskets.
Oystermen would frequently trade their payment for supplies arriving on the same ship.
Chinook Indians were employed to gather, cull and pack the harvest which amounted to 50,000 baskets a year taken from Shoalwater Bay, most of which came from Oysterville.
For the first few years, the beach was open territory for oyster pickers, but soon it became necessary to divide the tidelands into restricted tracts called "whacks" with eight acres set aside for ships at anchor while loading.
Eventually, the cash price rose to a dollar and a half a basket.
Clark operated a store, and in 1858 was appointed postmaster. Espy continued in the oyster business until he was incapacitated by an illness in 1859.
After working a year as lightkeeper of the Shoalwater Bay lighthouse and then mining unsuccessfully in the Blue Mountains, Espy entered into a prosperous partnership with Warren and Company of San Francisco - later known as the Morgan Oyster Company.
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The Espy Family of Oysterville
Author/historian Sydney Stevens says, “I often feel that the Espy family and Oysterville are so inter-related it is hard to know which has had the greatest influence upon the other.”
Sydney, herself, is an Espy descendent and lives in Oysterville – the village that her great-grandfather, Robert Hamilton Espy co-founded with Isaac Alonzo Clark in 1854.
Espy and Clark were guided to the area by Chinook Indian Chief Nahcati. The two young men eagerly began harvesting the native oysters of Shoalwater (now called Willapa) Bay, shipping them to California where hungry miners paid in gold for the succulent bivalves. Within weeks Oysterville became a rowdy, lusty boomtown – the busiest anchorage on the coast north of San Francisco.
When the Washington territorial government urged communities to form a militia, Espy complied and was soon elected ‘Major.’ He helped establish a Baptist congregation in Oysterville and, in 1892, donated the land and money for the church building that still serves as centerpiece to the village. When the oysters ‘failed’ in the 1880s and most of the townsfolk left, including his old friend Clark, Espy, his wife, Julia Jefferson, and their seven children stayed on.
In Major Espy’s dotage, when he needed looking after, his next-to-eldest son, Harry Albert Espy, moved back to his native Oysterville, bringing with him his own young family. Harry became a dairy farmer, and in the years that followed was elected justice of the peace, clerk of the school board, and Washington state senator representing Pacific and Wahkiakum Counties. He and his wife Helen Richardson’s seven children attended the one-room Oysterville School, went off to college and, eventually, to lives and careers far distant from the tiny hamlet. Even so, Oysterville was always considered ‘home.’
In 1971, Senator Espy’s youngest daughter, Dale, and her husband, Bill Little, retired to Oysterville and began to work on preserving the fragile remains of the once thriving boomtown. Their efforts, with the help their Oysterville friends and neighbors, resulted in the village’s designation as a National Historic District in 1976.
In 1977, Dale’s brother Willard Espy’s hugely successful book, Oysterville: Roads to Grandpa’s Village brought nation-wide attention to the remote corner of southwest Washington. And, shortly before Willard’s death in 1999, the Willard Espy Literary Foundation was formed. The foundation, headquartered in Oysterville, continues to support writers and artists by offering month-long residencies there.
Dale’s daughter, Sydney, and her husband, Nyel, now live in the Harry Espy home. Sydney’s part of the family legacy has been to ‘rescue’ the incredible collection of Espy family papers and documents, amassed over the century and a half of Oysterville’s history, and to turn the archive over to the Washington State Historical Research Center. Sydney’s book Dear Medora: Child of Oysterville’s Forgotten Years, based upon a small part of the collection, has been recently published by WSU Press.
“I have no doubt that Oysterville and the Espy family will continue to nurture one another in generations to come,” says Sydney. “It’s simply the way it is.”
Bodil and Larnie were resident artists at the Montalvo Art Center for the first three months of 2016
Bodil and Larnie were resident artists at the Montalvo Art Center for the first three months of 2016
The British Residency at Lucknow was built in 1800. It was the scene of the great siege of Lucknow. The British Residency was the place that served as a refuge for approximately 3000 British inhabitants during the time of the uprising (Sepoy Mutiny) of 1857. Lucknow was center of all British activities during the siege and the Residency became the monopolistic center of the British for almost 90 days.
The Residency still has within its walls, the graves of around 2000 British soldiers who died in the Revolt of 1857. The people of Lucknow tell intriguing stories of British who fled from their homes to seek shelter in these red buildings. Only a 1000 inhabitant survived this tough ordeal. On November 17th, the British troops led by Sir Colin Campbell defeated the Indian forces. Though they triumphed, it was victory in the true sense.
Today, the British Residency of Lucknow serves as a government office. The Residency also has a museum that is well-maintained by the authorities. One also finds the tombs Sadat Ali Khan, who was the first Nawab of Awadh, Kaisarbagh Palace and an observatory built for Colonel Wilcox, who was a British astronomer.