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I took this photo this morning. It probably doesn't need an explanation.
The head is felted by a wonderful artist and friend Sandra Althouse who was so kind to gift it to me. :o)
A friend deep in thought, his pose reminded me of the famous sculpture. Also my first roll of Ilford HP5.
Initial Michelada Think Tank that took place on Sunday, July 27th, 2014 during 18th Street Art Center's Champaign Social in Santa Monca
St Peter's Library, Prospect Building, University of Sunderland. Refurb September 2009 showing think pod.
Clissold park on a sunny, sultry day with Angel and DohLong the entusiastic puppy whose main hobby seemed to be searching out sticks stones and dog poo to eat.
I should have talked to the guy and find out why he would give this little tip on the back of his car. Maybe that's what he needs to drive the thing at his age.
I think that anything that is not perfect mid-tones across the main subject or hasn't had the living daylights HDRd into it is nowadays too often cast aside as undesirable. Dusty scans are another story.
If I remember correctly, the actual Mona Lisa is a muddy blob, hidden behind twenty millimetres of bulletproof glass, twenty metres of bulletproof adoration, twenty minutes of anticipation, and twenty milliseconds of appreciation. That was many years ago. I assume that she hangs now before a sea of smartphones and tablets, either raised high and taking photos or held low and sending them.
I wonder how often those 640x480 VGA images taken of her when I was last there were ever viewed again. More or less often than the images of her taken today, at ever decreasing distances?
Justice. Just. Fair. One for all. Or is it? Think of justice, and we imagine suits; a gavel hitting a mahogany desk; or people coming together on the streets. Or maybe like Author Omid Safi wrote, “Justice is love, embodied.” Justice is restorative when empathetic and innovative solutions are brought to the forefront. Most importantly, justice is different. It looks different for each of us, and that sometimes makes it harder to understand. But we’re here for it. Which is why this time, we have not one but two speakers. They will talk to us about what justice means to them and get us thinking about what it might mean to live in a just world. We want to listen, learn, ask, and then continue to ask. Because it ain’t justice if it ain’t for all.
ABOUT THE SPEAKER
Maiya Michelle believes in the power of stories to evoke compassion and encourage action. Having worked with adults and young people within the UK justice system, she remains mindful of groups that are overrepresented in it. Maiya volunteers at ‘Appropriate Adult’ in South London, safeguarding the rights of young people when they are arrested, in addition to supporting the team at ‘100 Women I Know’ to raise the voices of victims of sexual violence, and hosting monthly Intimate Story Sessions with her creative partner Edith Whitehead.
Fiona Curran started the Koestler Arts programme when she joined the arts in criminal justice charity Koestler Trust, in 2009. Since then she’s led their artistic output across the UK, and its annual awards programme for people in prisons, secure forensic hospital settings, immigration centres, and on probation and community sentences. Around 3,500 people participate annually and their work is considered for exhibitions and events, inviting the public to think about the creativity of people in secure settings.
Photos from: Francis Augusto www.francisaugusto.co.uk
7 Jul 2013 4.57pm
Grass: What are you staring at?
Mr. Lion: ... Trying to figure out what Mr. Might-be Vampire is thinking. He has been pushing his luck, kept showing me those tasteless dog meat.. (grinding his teeth)
Grass: Dog meat? Heard that your dog friend was looking for you but you weren't around. Then he suddenly "disappeared".
Mr. Lion: Oh! You mean he finally left Mr. Might-be Vampire? Disappeared into the thin air?
Grass: No, not that.
Mr. Lion: Oh you mean he has been x by his owner and made into dog meat?
Grass: No, not that as well.
Mr. Lion: What are you trying to say?
Grass: Your dog friend was communicating with the pots and when he was asked a very important question, he just left the conversation without a word.
Mr. Lion: That's NOT good? Has he been picking up the bad habits of his owner? Becoming irresponsible? Creating more ?? in the mind than clearing them?
Grass: No, I don't think so. They were speculating that his owner might have shut him up.
Mr. Lion: Hmm..
(10 seconds elapsed...)
Grass: Thinking?
Mr. Lion: Yes, focusing on the topic.
Grass: Any conclusion?
Mr. Lion: He only dare to do all these behind the scene. Ask him to come here and show me raw dog meat, or show me how he mistreats his dog, and I will show him what I can do.
Grass: We all know he wouldn't dare to do such things in front of you.
Mr. Lion: Oh, because I am Mr. Lion? Then he is not living up to his name.
Grass: Mr. Might-be Vampire?
Mr. Lion: That is just his nickname. If he is a man, he should be like a man.
Grass: What should a man do?
Mr. Lion: Dare to do it behind the scene? Dare to do it in front of me.
Grass: Maybe he is really afraid of you? Since your big paw might scratch him?
Mr. Lion: OK then. I will give him another option to prove that he is a man. Visit my neighbor, my neighbor doesn't have paws, and always keep her claws short. Show her raw dog meat on the screen, or
Grass: Or?
Mr. Lion: Or, show her his dog and,
Grass: And?
Mr. Lion: And, if the dog is sleeping, tell her the hardships his dog had been through.
Grass: Why must he tell her that when the dog is sleeping?
Mr. Lion: So that my dog friend wouldn't listen to what he says and start to weep about his past!