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Mood: Listening to "Wildflower" by Lisa Fischer
(Self Expression series - Expressi Diri v2)
Its been a while since I last do experiment on self expression. I love the challenge to come up with the body language that convey certain emotions to people. Its hard, thats why makes it so interesting to try it out..
post processing was done to blacken the background a lil more
Im having problem finding a title or emotions thats suitable with this pics. Any suggestion of what you think I have in my mind when I pose like this?
Sadly, a true statement. Funny, though.
And, is that Arnie, riding a liger (or tigon)?
25th Annual How Wɘird Street Faire, 21 September, 2024.
Howard Street, San Francisco, CA.
"Now that you can see all you have done
It's time to take that step into the kingdom
All your sins will only make you strong
And help you break right through the prison wall"
Random Thoughts of Mine - 6.4.10
Here we are sharing time and space. You and I. Although others are around us, right here, right now has impact and importance. I see you and you see me. Our connection has been formed. You smiled and said hello and I suddenly forgot about the prior moment that cause me grief and agony. That person, that thing, that so called human life form. I almost didn't hear your words that said, "you look very pretty tonight". Those kind words made me decide to erase those negative thoughts from my mind and instead hold your kind words close to the veins and arteries which pump life into my body. Thank you being a blessing to me today.
CENTER AVAILABLE...!!!
2025--->with this série, I achieved a mix of my graffiti background with some more typical ''abstract expressionnist' technique, a free hand, automatism.
being linked, guided by words. problems I stumbled up·on
"serie" started by losing my studio in New Jersey, made me stay home and take a4 papers with a pen. this serie has spanned mostly from march 2009 to february 2010, culminating in '(n)ever ...you"
Twelve a Year March 2020
“Then the law will do it for them. If they refuse to live under the law, then they simply won’t live. You might say that this is one of the law’s basic operations: Those who threaten the stability of the community by defying the law automatically eliminate themselves.” – Ishmael (page 144)
Started a group on Flickr for those who would like to join the "Twelve a Year" challenge.
Loving the self expression.
If you want more updates over the year follow me at www.instagram.com/jamenpercy
I have used an idea similar to this quite recently but it was late and I was having flickr block, so this is what I came up with tonight: Similar shoes in Black; new setting
For Kira's Art Journal Challenge..."Today, find a snapshot, paste it in your journal".....
I found this old picture from a road trip from KY to Gatlinburg TN, where I'd snapped a photo of my feet up on the dashboard. I just got the inspiration and went with it....sanded the photo down, painted the sky and background with watercolors...and glued into a journal page I painted previously...I added the blue/green strip of painted paper and went from there.....
This is one of my recent faves...
“Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy”
― Michael Ondaatje
My friend Bob making a point, sitting outside of Portal Brewing in Medford as we imbibe beers.
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Mona of the Playa I dreamed a dream while the masters brush coaxed my image from his paints. And in that dream, a deser, covered in white , cracked earth, boomed with man wondrous things. Shiny things, sailing ships. an elepaht, octopus and more did glide upon the sacred playa floor. There were temples there and flowers near as tall that shown forth light at night and stones tha sang when stepped upon. Lovers in embrace rose from the sand and there were sculptures, some which moved and some climbed upon by the denizens. Everywhere I looked, men and women, children, too, dressed head to toe in gaiety, did march and dance and play. And here, amidst this spectacle, arose a mighty Man, taller than all things, an effigy of one year spent, of lessons learned and of letting go. I was told the Man would burn. And, oh how bright and marvelous this scene did sparkle and beckon to me, calling out, "dance the wind, dare the fire and let the playa adorn you."
--- Mona on the Playa by Linda Voorhees
purschuim, plastic en acrylverf
foam, plastic and acrylic paint
Making Mandela & other matters
Museum Beelden aan Zee, Den Haag 2012
By the end of the week us men start to run out of clean clothes and look to our female comrades for help.
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Inspired by a song by Lagbaja where part of the lyric goes something like: "If I be fire and you laugh I don't care...I am free to express myself"
asymmetric
pseudo poncho
tunica dress top
hard to top
radical kamikaze knitting
sensitive Dada knitting
intuitive guerilla knitting
whimsical nonsense knitting
a supermodel´s nightmare
due to
infinite wearing options
a tribute to divas
who are not afraid
to self- express
On this day my dear friend Erica asked me to take a mould of her left breast before the mastectomy. After a first failed attempt we managed to take a cast of it. Another step in her journey that is breast cancer...... If you have been touched by cancer, or by the strength that Ericas story shows please donate to www.mcgrathfoundation.com or www.nbcf.org.au/
You will never know whose sister, mother, friend you will be helping....one day it may be yours!
I'm officially 30 yrs old Blogged
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465 Candles
After carols filled the air
and before the fireworks upstaged the stars,
I had my first cry.
The first candle I had was baby blue.
Photographs told me so. ‘Twas Ma’s and Pa’s air
that blew the candle off.
Same table but with different mantle,
family and friends chanted
as I blew the 105th candle. I was 14 then.
Oh how I missed that table during Decembers.
Gone are the claps, the cheers, the balloons. Alone, I blew
the 216th candle with a cold glass of cola.
Another set of candles will come my way, for a grand
total of 465. Still missing that old table,
just a toast to wind with unfamiliar lyrics.
But its still my birthday, wherever I am, whoever I am with.
/totomai
FreeStyleFabricKnitting
elaborate use of crocheted ornaments
& floral sculptures
mizziemorawez.blogspot.com
Bikini Thoughts - Closer (B&W): Godox V1 rear left and right with umbrellas. Godox AD200 in octogonal softbox above left for main light, above right in 30x120 softbox for fill.
Full blog with speed edit: www.photographythrive.com/time-stops/
The time has come to an end on who you were. It’s time to shed your old skin and step into the new. Time stops for all living beings but it is eternal to all that exists. You are but a blink in the eternal and so capable of creating ripples if you so chose. Chose to let go of all that holds you back so the ripples you create aren’t tainted with all that no longer serves you.
Where do I begin. No beginning... Just a lot of work and busy stuff and taking care of life on life's terms. Not feeling particularly inspired but needing to create in the face of a lot of obstacles. I am still on unemployment. Feeling a bit neurotic at times about the future. Wondering and wallowing on how I should proceed with my craft and capitolize on my talents. How much of myself do I give away? I rather not give anything away... People are asking for too much and don't want to pay for anything.
I just don't know about the future and find myself "needing" to face it. Something inborn I guess, from our culture. Dont' live for today, live for tomorrow.... Despite the lack of materials to help me along in my life and career as an artist and photographer. I have been learning to feel good with I have and can do today. Hard process. But I won't give up enjoying my life and myself in the process.
I've been spending sometime looking at other people lives in different countries around the world. From what I've been witnessing a lot live in a repressive culture that curbs self expression and individuality. I am so happy and grateful to have ownership over those things in my life. Freedom of choice to be anything I want, so as long I am not hurting anyone else in the process.
Though here in our country its not all perfect. At least we have such a thing called 'freedom'. I can't imagine living anywhere else where I have to conform my heritage, sexual orientation, and ideals to a government and culture and does not respect all people as brethren. I feel bad for those who do. Feel bad for those who live in this country and feel repressed. Not knowing they have such an amazing opportunity in exploring themselves and expanding their life. Here in this country.
Life is too short, time is slipping by faster and faster, and I don't want to miss out on today.