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Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again
Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line
Jim Morrison
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in the City Series (View Original Size for Details)
Magog, Québec June 18, 2005
The true alchemy lies not in turning base metal into gold, or in finding immortality. When I come to think of it, being immortal and having infinite wealth would bring no absolution. Not to me at least (I think). It is possible that this concept of alchemy is just another metaphor. So what is true alchemy? I believe it is being able to cleanse your perception from a mundane materialistic reality and then delivering your being into a spiritual reality. I don’t mean spiritual strictly in a religious sense (cant say I’m a very religious person)…however what I mean by ‘spiritual reality’ can best be defined by what Einstein put forth as the purpose of life (putting aside all religions) “is to live for your fellow man”. To me that’s simple and sensible enough. A spiritual reality that is poetic and not chaotic. Idealistic, I know… and like all the dinosaurs of idealism perhaps, may never be unearthed? Such a defeating thought. But I believe we are all alchemists, and we all hold the philosopher’s stone deep within us…and with it we can turn base metal (mundane materialistic reality) into gold (spiritual poetic reality)…all you need to do is open up your fucking pineal gland. Our collective unconscious has been tainted by the week’s top notch product advertising commercials…BUY BUY BUY!!! Fucking monkeys!! Monkeys killing monkeys over pieces of the ground!(TOOL) Monkeys wearing their pride while their genitals hanging down exposed. Capitalism is slavery…globalization is the new mask of imperialism. No alchemy can deliver us from this…not unless our collective unconscious has been first cleansed. Yes we are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine…and the machine is bleeding to death(GY!BE)…I think I will dig a hole in the ground, and bury myself with the dinosaurs of idealism…maybe I just don’t get “IT”…I’ll never let “IT” get me anyway…I think my migraine just got worse. Hope you all have a good fucking day!!!
my light maṇḍala / मंडल / kyil khor : a personal tribute to Mr. Tan Sei Hon, a master, mentor & old friend.
*Note : Edited with Photoshop CS.
EXPLORE ,26 sept. 2011 # 163
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* In the unconscious psychic processes are not identical to those known in the conscious mental life, but enjoy certain freedoms that are denied to them
Sigmund Freud
*Nell'inconscio i processi psichici non sono affatto identici a quelli noti nella vita psichica conscia, ma godono di certe libertà che a questi ultimi sono negate
Sigmund Freud
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Translation :
However ( what it means, however )
I wake up with my left foot
The right one
Maybe you already know
that sometimes madness
seems the only way
for happiness
( There once was a boy
called crazy
and he said I'm better in a well
that on a pedestal )
Today I wore
last year's jacket
so I recognize myself
and go out
( After the planted flowers
those gathered
the ones given away
those withered )
I have decided
to lose myself in the world
although I sink
I let things
take me elsewhere
no matter where
no matter where
Me,
once was simple
but I wasted all my energy
for the return
I leave the unspoken words
and I take the whole cosmogony
and throw it away
and there I throw myself too
( Under the blankets
that there are bombs
it's like a bad dream
come true )
I have decided
to lose myself in the world
although I sink
I applie to life
ellipsis
because in unconscious
there is not denial
a last glance, moved, to the furniture
and who we have seen... was seen
Break free from beliefs, from the poses and positions
Break free from beliefs, from the poses and positions
I let things
take me elsewhere
I let things
take me elsewhere
elsewhere
elsewhere
Break free from beliefs, from the poses and positions
Break free from beliefs, from the poses and positions
Chiusure (Siena)
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A sunrise over the ocean, taken last week, only name added.
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Sometimes I don't do photography consciously, but rather unconsciously. I'm just there, somewhere, thinking of something, or a million things and next thing I know, is I'm looking at the back of my camera, looking at a picture I just took without noticing.
It's just there. Not for a particular reason at that moment. I remember me doing that since I started getting involved with photography and I embraced it all along, so it has become a second nature over the years.
Somehow I believe my core is reaching out that way, pointing me to what my soul sees, instead of my eyes. It's... a thing. Or it's just me... What I want and tend to believe is, that this is me talking to myself somehow. And maybe it doesn't always make sense, yet that's the beauty of it. It doesn't have to!
It's like when reality collides with the soul and give birth to creation. I accepted it as such and I let it run its never ending course alongside my "other" photography from day one. And it has proven to be a loyal and truthful companion over time.
It's a thing I know. To me, it's like seeing without even looking. It has become a part of me by now. Somehow it has become an underlying sense. A sense I can not control but I know it's always there, taking me each and every time to some place else...
"You are at the prime of your life! Du bist in der Blüte deines Lebens!" The metaphor works a lot better in German. Flowers and the head of a Diadoumenos, a victor in the Olympic games of antiquity. Four LED lights, conversion from RAW.
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co.ma2 sf Med coma: state of unconsciousness from which a person cannot be aroused by an external stimulus.
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co.ma3 sm (gr kôma) Med Estado de estupor profundo, com perda total da sensibilidade e da motilidade, causado por certas doenças graves, tais como a diabete e a uremia, por fortes traumatismos ou veneno.
高安の激しいい突きにキセノン思わず土俵を割ってしまいました。
For Takayasu's intense attack, xenon has been taken out outside the ring unconsciously.
The Fjaðrá river winds its way through the backlit Fjaðrárgljúfur Canyon in southern Iceland.
Follow me:
This little bird was lying unconscious on our deck after hitting the window. I revived him buy putting a number of drops of water on his head and then let him recover slowly in a pot of geraniums. After about 10 minutes he flew away.
The stream of unconscious
flowing over my head.
Be passersby.
...washing over me
not getting caught up
watching, watching.
choosing what to see.
Unconsciously inspired by Frederick Mccubbin's famous painting "Down on his luck" - although it was in the back of my mind it was at no point used in any of the prompts to MJ.
This time I think we shared the work about 50:50.
And in your eyes I see ribbons of colour
I see us inside of each other
I feel my unconscious merge with yours
And I hear a voice say, "What's his is hers"
I'm falling into you
This dream could come true
And it feels so good falling into you
I was afraid to let you in here
Now I have learned love can't be made in fear
The walls begin to tumble down
And I can't even see the ground
I'm falling into you
This dream could come true
And it feels so good falling into you
Falling like a leaf, falling like a star
Finding a belief, falling where you are
Catch me, don't let me drop!
Love me, don't ever stop!
So close your eyes and let me kiss you
And while you sleep I will miss you
I'm falling into you
This dream could come true
And it feels so good falling into you
Falling like a leaf, falling like a star
Finding a belief, falling where you are...
A two-storey house is reflected in the water surface of a calm lake in springtime.
Plastiras’s lake (aka Tavrōpos's Reservoir) is artificial, yet in harmony with nature. The snow-capped Agrafa mountains, too, are reflected in the lake near the city of Karditsa. Agrafa is the southernmost part of the Pindus range, in mainland Greece. The lake's surface acts as a mirror, reflecting the beauty of the entire serene scenery.
Water, mirrors, houses and reflections are elements with symbolic meaning in psychoanalysis: Its progenitor concluded that sexual instincts could not be wholly tamed, and that mental processes were unconscious and could “only reach the ego and come under its control through incomplete and untrustworthy perceptions.”
“The ego is not master in its own house.”
—Sigmund Freud (A Difficulty in the Path of Psycho-Analysis)
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A few time ago I made a strange dream...there was a curious half-monkey half-bird animal which I tried to faithfully portray here. He wanted me to follow him but I was scared and I didn't want to trust him, so I dashed off but then I got into trouble and the "birdish-monkey" reappeared saying: "It was me you had had to trust"...Only now I figured out what that dream meant...
I am a person who is very addicted to candid shooting. Unconsciously or consciously I try to put human element into the scene even when I am shooting landscapes.
My friend Michael planned the shooting of tulips in Chillwack. Before heading to Chillwack, we made a stop at Cascade Fall in Mission. It is a nice place.
Michael is so kind to lend me his 10-stop ND filter so that I can shoot with the slow shutter at the waterfall. We shoot the waterfall on the suspension bridge. The family passed by us.
It is amazing that they did not create the shake on the bridge with their steps and at the same time they remained pretty much still during my 2 seconds long exposure.
I also really love the contrast created by Michael's ND filter. Thanks Michael!
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Although God lives in the souls of men who are unconscious of Him, how can I say that I have found Him and found myself in Him if I have never known Him, think of Him, never take any interest in Him, seek Him or desire His presence in my soul? What good does it do to say a few formal prayers to Him, and then turn away and give my entire mind and will to created things, desiring ends that only fall short of Him? If my mind does not belong to Him then I do not belong to Him either. If my love does not reach out towards Him but scatters itself in His Creation, it is because I have reduced His life in me to the level of a formality.
Justify my soul, O God, but also from Your fountains fill my will with fire. Shine in my mind, although perhaps this means “be darkness to my experience,” but occupy my heart with Your tremendous Life. Let my eyes see nothing in the world but Your glory, and let my hands touch nothing that is not for Your service. Let my tongue taste no bread that does not strengthen me to praise Your great mercy. I will hear Your voice and I will hear all harmonies You have created, singing Your hymns.
-Thomas Merton (New Seeds of Contemplation)
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Dreams are the royal road to the unconscious.
--SIGMUND FREUD, The Interpretation of Dreams
Model:Joan Belle Aquino
Hair and Make-up: Bianca Umali
Made possible by: Jaggy Gangat photography
Thanks to Cayenne Camille for making the dress from scratch!
I absolutely love working with models that work hard to achieve the vision that you have in mind. Not a lot of models are willing to try something new and crazy but Joan was all for it and trusted me with it! This is different from my usual on location shots, I have worked in a studio before but this is probably the first time I played with studio lights as the main light on the subject so it was a very nice experience.
For the mood of the photo I wanted it to have like an underwater feel to it and at the same time achieve the surrealism of the scene.
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Sandy River, Barlow Wayside Park, Clackamas County, Oregon.
November 7, 2024.
Polaroid OneStep600 and bw film.
'the wave paused, and then drew out again, sighing like a sleeper whose breath comes and goes unconsciously' ~ virginia woolf
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nell'inconscio collettivo ,poiché la vita anche se ce ne scordiamo non è nata con noi, ne siamo il retaggio...che ci piaccia no , il pensiero e le idee che ci siamo fatti di cosa sia la vita stessa , al fluire della stessa poco importa ,gli alberi continueranno a crescere ed il centro della terra ad ardere con o senza di noi ...
dunque noi dipendiamo dalle intrinseche ed ataviche forze che ci dominano ....
e non il contrario