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The bronze life-size sculpture "Unconditional Surrender", by John Seward Johnson II, based on the famous photograph "V-J Day in Times Square" by Alfred Eisenstaedt, on display in Times Square, appropriately enough. It was temporarily moved there just the day before for just four days: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unconditional_Surrender_(sculpture)
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Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void.
A design inspired by the Robert Kaufman/ Fabric 8 contest on Spoonflower. The theme is watercolour and ink.
Hand drawn in black fineliner, layered with watercolour washes I scanned into Photoshop.
The titles of the designs in this collection are lyrics from Tomorrow Never Knows by the Beatles.
www.spoonflower.com/fabric/1132353
© Lucy Santana 2012
Crews continue the removal process of "Unconditional Surrender" at Tuna Harbor Park. (Photos courtesy Dale Frost/Port of San Diego).
20sep07 bishop--- The man who held the police at bay for several hours, Drew Manns, surrenders after officers got him to come out of the house with his hands up.
The Sweetest Surrender: Death is inevitable, yet some in their most desperate moments seek it willingly by embracing suicide. This series attempts to perceive this obliteration as salvation instead of destruction, celebrating the end with utmost reverence – the ultimate escape, the "sweetest" surrender.
8x11.5in, acrylic on watercolour paper.
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Showcased at Memento Mori: M.O.D.A. magazine's 1st anniversary party and exhibition.
Revised and finished "surrender" graphic.
Thanks everyone for comments on the first couple of revisions - its great to be able to leverage a few more sets of eyeballs on this.
Getting away from the military text and torn flag helped alot. Tried to go after a papercut feeling. I'm a lot happier with this.
A member of the artists' crew explains the procedures in removing "Unconditional Surrender" at Tuna Harbor Park. (Photos courtesy Dale Frost/Port of San Diego).
Surrender
Every word, every thought, every sound
Surrender
Every touch, every smile, every frown
Surrender
All the pain we've endured until now
Surrender
All the hope that I lost you have found
Surrender Yourself to me
Billy Talent - Surrender
I hate being sick. But this photo was a good excuse to eat another popsicle so I could make my white flag!
This Virginia Department of Historic Resources historical highway marker E-53 titled 'Revolutionary War Campaign of 1781' is at U. S. Route 1 in the historic town of Dumfries, Virginia's first chartered town. The historical marker reads:
"The roads through Prince William County were important routes for the Revolutionary War campaign of 1781. In April, the Marquis de Lafayette passed through the county on the King's Highway with a portion of Gen. George Washington's Continental Army. During July, Brig. Gen. Anthony Wayne and his troops marched through the region on the Carolina Road and joined Lafayette at Rapidan. In September, the cavalry and baggage wagons of the French and American armies took the King's Highway to Yorktown. After the Battle of Yorktown, the British troops surrendered to the American and French forces on 19 Oct. 1781."
Courtesy of Dwayne & Maryanne Moyers, Northern Virginia Realtors. Visit us at www.TheMoyersTeam.com.
.....and the rest of the trees are standing in file with their hands up...
...how do u read this picture? :D
Unconditional Surrender is a series of sculptures by Seward Johnson resembling a photograph by Alfred Eisenstaedt, V–J day in Times Square, but said by Johnson to be based on a similar, less well known, photograph by Victor Jorgensen.
I've been on the look-out for this old Ravensburger from 1976 since I saw it in Darin's gallery. This is the easy part of the sky.
A construction crane removes another portion of "Unconditional Surrender" at Tuna Harbor Park. (Photos courtesy Dale Frost/Port of San Diego).
The image is "Unconditional Surrender" by J. Seward Johnson this big statue (26 ft. tall) is big news in this town. Here's a link to a news story www.baynews9.com/content/36/2005/12/25/135738.html and a link to the artist's website www.sewardjohnson.com/
So much of art is sitting in a museum somewhere or on someone's wall where most of us might get to see it someday. Well here's a piece that's right out there where everybody can love it or hate it. Considering most of SRQ are retirees who remember what this image stands for I think its a good thing that it's paying us a visit (who knows I here there's a movement afoot to keep it here for good.) I'm sure there will be more talk and action on what is to be done with this work. Stay tuned!
Yo everyone! (my birthday is coming closer)
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I was at my aunt's , so I tried making some shots there, on my way home I almost die frozen by the wind, winter feelings. Is kinda sad when I look at the calendar, think about my whole life and I say
" - Dude, I'm growing up! "
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Frustration leads to this.
Strobist info: YN560-II camera right, snooted, @1/128 (triggered with RF603s) Silver reflector camera left. Remote control shutter release, tripod.
I thought I got there too late. My feet were placed squarely on the blacktop parking lot at one of my favorite soul places, a space I have been to recently but haven’t been to, ever, to simply be and write.
Sam and I used to come here during his home school day to collect wood and explore and we still come here so he can ride on the tire swing and we can throw rocks into the river. We have explored the area fully and know it pretty well from those moments, but I wanted to come to know this place intimately by connecting to it quietly, with my body connected to its body, my soul connected mindfully to its center.
The autumn-colored leaves I would kick away from the foot path were long gone, returned to the Earth. Their crunchy selves had surrendered completely and I had missed that process.
Then I stepped into a spot off the path, by a small stream to sit and write and I realized I hadn’t missed the process at all. I stepped onto what looked like Earth and instead, I was stepping into a pile of leaves that was choosing to merge with the soil. My choice to take a moment or two or sixty to be in a space of quiet soulfulness was graciously allowing me to become a part of the process, too.
I discovered how deeply they had piled themselves up, creating a soft sofa and pillows just for me so that I could sit upon them and experience them, their luscious returning-to-dirt-scent. They seemed to giggle as I sat down with my paper and pink notepaper and trusty black mirado warrior and started to move it, contentedly, along the page.
In that moment it was as if the leaves hugged me, welcoming my reality to rise up and meet my longing, leftover from months ago when I was in a time of profound sadness, a time when I wasn’t able to settle into their crackly, crisp newly fallen selves. Instead, I got to sit upon their softened not quite moist selves.
It was then that I heard the unsurrendered leaves, the ones still on the trees that pushed against one another, applauding my return. It is like those leaves held on, bravely, past their amber-golden time to their withered crusty selves so I could hear my message.
Divinity says, “Be with me. Trust. Follow my lead. Don’t try so hard, but do know the strategy that works best, beloved one.”
I felt an exclamation point rise up as two trucks rumbled past and the wind blew and suddenly I was aware that my stomach was telling me of its hunger.
The exclamation was part celebration as I heard the words “Beloved one!” and knew Divinity meant me.
I sat, still, for a moment, just being with the leaves and the trees and the water. I heard a frog singing her song. I smiled in gratitude.
I wrote:
Sometimes surrender comes quickly and sometimes the holding on, like the crusty withered leaves held on, is the surrender. It is in the unknowing of whether or not its right or wrong and being ok with it no matter which way the judgment or comparison lands that holds the power of truth.
Today, do I go deeper? I asked. Do I go further on the path, closer to the larger parts of the river, or did I get what I was supposed to get here, on my leaves-turning-to-dirt sofa.
I smelled the leaves below me, supporting me. I heard the wind play my ears like a drum and the grass and leaves pirouetting and doing a grande jete or many grande jetes. I watched a plane use the air as a mattress. A man with a grey covered hood covering his head and speckled deck shoes covering his feet walked silently behind my surrendered leaf throne.
SUVs and pick up trucks a stone’s throw away rumbled past, separated by steel from all this wonder right here, oh so close.
Did any of the drivers or passengers capture the bright pink of my shirt out of the corner of their eye, strikingly out of context in this place I sat, deeply entrenched in awe?
It doesn’t matter whether they do or do not, but I prayed for each of them anyway.
I realized then that although I hadn’t gone deeper on the path, I had gone deeper.
My heart was swollen with joy.
I wasn’t too late. I was right on time.
Despite the clone troopers superior weapons, they were no match against the overwhelming numbers of Green Army soldiers
The Sweetest Surrender: Death is inevitable, yet some in their most desperate moments seek it willingly by embracing suicide. This series attempts to perceive this obliteration as salvation instead of destruction, celebrating the end with utmost reverence – the ultimate escape, the "sweetest" surrender.
8x11.5in, acrylic on watercolour paper.
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Showcased at Memento Mori: M.O.D.A. magazine's 1st anniversary party and exhibition.
Okay. So, were down in the underground, waitin' for the tube after deciding that the Olde City scene wasn't happening for us. I get Nik in the frame and fire. Out comes the fare collector from the booth and tells me "Let that be the last picture you take down here tonight. Ever since 9-1-1 they've been enforcing a no pictures rule down in the subways. If you wanna take one more that's fine".
What?!!!! What are you talkin' about dude? I've been shootin' in the underground since last November when I first got a camera. You're the first person, official or otherwise who's mentioned anything about a subway photography ban. What? Am I gonna send some images to my terrorist cell member friends and plot an attack?
I didn't say these things, I was merely thinking them. What I did was look back at him with a sad look in my eyes and turn off the D50 and put the lens cap back on, letting my civil liberty go away. I should have protested. If I don't stand up for my rights then I'll be in danger of losing them.
While I thought it was ridiculous and not helping to make people safer, I did comply immediately and without protest. I don't remember if I even answered him back. What a messed up experience that was.
Locals take an opportunity to take a picture in front of "Unconditional Surrender" at Tuna Harbor Park. (Photos courtesy Dale Frost/Port of San Diego).
Live @ KGB with the Dark Order of Masters and Mistresses
photo by Jon Wright
models: Master Arcane and Jess
“Unconditional Surrender" is a 25-foot, 6,000 pound statue by J. Seward Johnson commemorating a famous World War II photo taken by Alfred Eisenstaedt of a Sailor kissing a nurse in Times Square, New York City on Aug. 14, 1945, following the announcement of V-J Day.
The statue was unveiled Feb. 10, 2007 at Mole Park in San Diego.