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Sculpted Ai Weiwei by artist He Xiangyu lies face down on the ground
The Death of Marat, 2011
Fiberglass, silicone, fabric, human hair and leather.
Also have a look at this: flic.kr/p/25hVyJE
Imbued with social and cultural undercurrents, chinese artist He Xiangyu has created a fiberglass representation of Ai Weiwei, curiously positioned in a contorted posture lying face down on ground. the sculpture’s namesake ‘The Death of Marat’ refers to Jacques-Louis David’s 18th century portrait of the french revolutionary leader murdered in his bath. reflecting the political persecution of progressive, sometimes rebellious journalists, artists, and thinkers. Ai Weiwei wears the suit worn by people’s representatives during people’s congress meetings. it simultaneously alludes to his entrapped, imprisoned circumstances as his status as an international art idol, revealing the individual’s actions as well as the speculative relationship between fate and the power structure. (Source: www.designboom.com/art/sculpted-ai-weiwei-by-he-xiangyu-l...)
[A Chinese Journey
The Sigg Collection
17 March - 8 Juli 2018
A Chinese Journey illustrates the versatility of Chinese art production over the past ten years. The exhibition not only reveals a renewed interest on the part of the artists in Chinese traditions and spirituality, but also their reflections on modern-day China and its socio-political problems. The exhibition provides an exotic mix of paintings, drawings, photographs, sculptures and video installations. Pieces by 30 different artists, including Zhao Bandi, Feng Mengbo and Ai Weiwei are spread over five galleries. This is the first time that such a vast selection from this world-famous collection has been on display in the Netherlands]
The Victorian era fascinates me, and in particular that culture's obsession with death. I'm blessed to live in an area where it's possible to visit the cemeteries, graves, and mausoleums of that period. And I'm always struck by how differently they viewed things in comparison to modern times. I spend considerable time searching for such things and have a tendency to revel when I find them. Certainly it's made for endless photo explorations and haunting images. However my interest does not begin and end in cemeteries. There is huge appeal to me in everything Victorian, not just the places where their dead are buried. Victorian architecture is by far the most stunning to me. And surviving examples are always eye-catchers, even now, several generations on. These houses exhibit an unmistakeable sense of presence and often stately grandeur. The best ones in my mind are those that remain relatively unchanged over the years, or with renovations that are sensitive to the original design. Owning one of these myself, I can attest it is often frustrating trying to maintain such a place; to try to make it livable my modern standards but at the same time preserve the outward appearance. I often sense myself as the caretaker rather than the homeowner. I have great respect for anyone who decides to take up residence in a century home. There are tradeoffs of course. And one is simply getting to experience living in a place where so much history has transpired.
The subject house, an 1880s-era Victorian appears right off of a movie set. What I love most about these houses is the sense of underlying darkness, as if you are looking at a haunted house. That characteristic seems built into the architecture, much the same as in Gothic designs. Beautiful, charming, but with an undercurrent off unsettling eeriness. This house portrays that wonderfully. The bare trees and iron fence really enhance the look and feel.
SUNSET - Florida Everglades U.S.A.
Loxahatchee National Wildlife Refuge
Clear Winter Sky - February 6th, 2022
South Florida - Palm Beach County, FL
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Have you been to India? Oh such a complex land to navigate! Nothing quite prepares you for experience, not even years of traveling in Asia.
Its sights and sounds, mingled with the aroma of exotic spices can overwhelm the visitor. History of the land is complicated by signs of a colonial past that was overthrown by a non- violent force. Many of the majestic architectural masterpieces remain and have been restored. This past joins with many other periods when others of another religion ruled the land and created their own masterpieces. Even the most passionate historian can be overcome with facts and details.
One must add the conflict between religions that seem to be ever present and ever changing: Islam vs. Hinduism. Wars were fought. Many were persecuted. Two nations emerged from one. Though many Muslims moved to Pakistan, many still remain in India. There always seems to be an undercurrent of mistrust.
So as a visitor, one must not only navigate through the past to understand the India of today, but also come to grips with clogged streets of vehicles with horns blasting away, the ever present dust in the air, and the sights of the every day struggles of the outcasts of society.
Who is who? What is poverty? Who is happy? Who is poor? What Hindu god is this? Did a Hindu or Muslim man or a British man build this building?
As much as I had difficulty with some of the arrangements of my first trip, I must applaud the man who sat in his tiny office surrounded by men on phones in front of their computers. He gave me a comprehensive itinerary that took me to places I would never have booked myself.
This is an image of the prayer area of the famous Jana Masjid mosque in Delhi. It was built in the 1650’s from beautiful red sandstone and marble. I will allow you to try to answer the questions I posed above.
An undercurrent of real friendship is a blessing exactly because its elemental form is rediscovered again and again through understanding and mercy.
The ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other nor of the self, the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.
⁜ David Whyte in the book - Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words
*.°. ❤.°.* क्यों नये लग रहें है ये धरती गगन º ° ˚ • ° º ˚ º ° • ˚ ° º .˚ . ♪
"Every gift from a friend is a wish for your happiness..."
~Richard Bach
The gentle rocking of the boat connected him to the world. The undercurrent and the flow of things deep below the chatter and chaos of mouths spewing and arms flailing felt like the only thing keeping him stuck to this place.
The others in the boat said nothing...a shared understanding to just...be.
today at Sri Ramanasramam it is Lucy Ma day. (31.12.)
"Lucy Cornelssen, a German devotee came to Bhagavan Ramana
sometime in 1940s. She became the permanent resident of the
Asramam, right upto her leaving the body a few decades later."
"There is only one way to ovecome the ghost( the ego -I) …to watch it. Do not fight, do not resist. Only try to watch it, quietly but ceaselessly. In other words, develop an unconcerned witness- consciousness towards men, things and happenings without, but particularly towards yourself within. It means to carry on the calmness of the mind gained in your meditation to cover your whole day. You will distinctly feel it as an undercurrent of peace and detachment."
here is her book "Hunting The I"
pgoodnight.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/hunting-the-i.pdf
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a picture, here the b&w version, shows the northern side of the road around the Arunachala hill. Having left my quarter in the early morning, I reach this side just a while after sunrise.
Girivalam is the circuit (circumambulation) around the Holy Hill Arunachala; it is done in clockwise direction, preferably in a slow speed; the distance is about 15 km.
SUNSET - Florida Everglades U.S.A.
Loxahatchee National Wildlife Refuge
Clear Winter Sky - February 6th, 2022
South Florida - Palm Beach County, FL
*[left-double-click for a closer-look]
Saco River ~ Located in Limington, Maine
I can't even begin to tell you how powerful these raging, deep and magnificent waters are, the river is very wide and the Saco River travels a long distance through Maine! These huge waves were forever changing, a powerful undercurrent that made hundreds per min, no wave was in the same spot, No rocks could be found in this area...I just can't express to you the fury of this river...I was scared standing on this long bridge watching such a Incredible work of mother nature! I hope that you enjoy these images...I was in total Awe! They call the Saco River and bridge in this area the suicide bridge...many people have lost their lives here through the years, as they leaped into this river!
Hora azul en Barrika, que se convierte en hora rosa gracias a la bruma en el horizonte, un balance de blancos calido y u filtro hitech de resina.
Borgarfjörður is a fjord in the west of Iceland near the town of Borgarnes. The waters of Borgarfjörður appear to be calm, however the fjord is on the contrary a rather dangerous part of the sea because of its undercurrents and shallows.
There are many flat islands lying in the fjord, but for the most part they are uninhabited.
The land around the fjord has been inhabited since the time of Icelandic settlement. Events in the Icelandic sagas such as that of Egill Skallagrímsson are situated here.
The name of the fjord seems to come from the farm of Borg, which according to the sagas was founded by Egill's father Skallagrímur, who took the land around the fjord and accordingly gave the fjord the name of Borgarfjörður.
So I thought I'd do my own spin on it.
Top is a nod to Mariah Carey's look for her appearance at VH1's Divas 2000: A Tribute to Diana Ross. I always loved that cute butterfly top.
You know who really had a jam back then? Nelly Furtado. Her song "Say It Right" has been repeated lately on my Y2K playlist.
From my hands I could give you
something that I made
From my mouth I could sing you
another brick that I laid
From my body (from my body)
I could show you (I could show you)
a place (a place) god knows (that only god knows)
You should know, this space is holy (oh oh oh oh)
Do you really wanna go? (three, four)
Head: Lelutka - Halle
Body: Maitreya - Lara
Tail: Cynefin - Nemissa
Hair: bonbon - koharu hair (naturals)
Necklaces & earrings: (Yummy) - Chloe
Top: Fashionably Dead - Butterfly Top (Sequin) - Aqua
Arm jewels: Voluptus Virtualis & [Nyx] - RARE.2
Eyeshadow: ~Shiny Stuffs~ - Glitter Doll
Lips: ~Shiny Stuffs~ - Spring Chill
Location: Lost Gardens Of Thera
SUNSET - Florida Everglades U.S.A.
Loxahatchee National Wildlife Refuge
Clear Winter Sky - February 6th, 2022
South Florida - Palm Beach County, FL
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It is the original waterfall undercurrent water that flows through the bare rock of Chokai Mountain.
A small waterfall with a height of 5m and a width of about 30m, but from the gap of the green rock
The flowing undercurrent has a unique and fantastic charm, the green of the moss and
The white of the water is also a vivid contrast to the eyes.
Undercurrent Moss the bare rock on the green, and the droplets flow down.
Mysterious and soft. It's as beautiful as being in a different world
I have to take heart to the spectacle of the water.
The decline of summer is beginning to move into the acute phase for me. Began pulling up spent tomato plants from my garden yesterday. So sad to callously yank out the roots of plants that I so gingerly planted just a few months ago. May and June were filled with hope and optimism for another garden season. The days were long and filled with sun and brightness. Now my backyard is filled with pockets of deep shadow as the midday sun no longer rises high enough to get past the trees. The days are still mild, but an evening chill rushes in now like an ocean tide at sunset. I scurry about closing windows in the house. It all seems so sudden, and it's this sense of being rushed that adds to the undercurrent of anxiety. For me it's not so much winter but the impending darkness. These seasonal reminders are all about. Some more subtle than others. One thing I notice lately is not so much an occurrence as much as its absence. The familiar sounds of people cheering on little league baseball teams. That chorus of voices, heard from far away, that would rise and fall with each hit of the ball. The voices have fallen silent as the diamonds are now deserted. I came upon one of these rural ballfields the other day about the same time a storm front arrived. The diamond was already overgrown with weeds which were crawling up the backstop and into the dugouts. I walked the baseline, very slowly. I traced the outline of home plate with my boot. It was embedded into the ground, but curling up at the edges. There's something eerie about venues like this, built entirely for recreation and enjoyment, but now desolate and abandoned. The crowds and the kids may return here next spring. But for now it's just me and the ever increasing darkness.
The Baron von Münchhausen reaches and boards the Galleon of the Flying Dutchman. By following Pegasus they are about to start together a journey towards the Moon.
Baron von Munchausen is a fictional German nobleman created by the German writer Rudolf Erich Raspe in his 1785 book "Baron Munchausen's Narrative of his Marvellous Travels". The character is loosely based on a real baron, Hieronymus Karl Friedrich, Freiherr von Münchhausen (1720-1797).
After hearing some of Münchhausen's stories, Raspe adapted them anonymously into literary form, first in German as ephemeral magazine pieces and then in English as the book, which was first published in Oxford.. The book was soon translated into other European languages, including a German version.
The fictional Baron's exploits, narrated in the first person, focus on his impossible achievements as a sportsman, soldier, and traveller, for instance riding on a cannonball, fighting a forty-foot crocodile, and travelling to the Moon. Intentionally comedic, the stories play on the absurdity and inconsistency of Munchausen's claims, and contain an undercurrent of social satire.
The Flying Dutchman (Dutch: De Vliegende Hollander) is a legendary ghost ship that can never make port and is doomed to sail the oceans forever. The myth is likely to have originated from the 17th-century golden age of the Dutch East India Company. The oldest extant version has been dated to the late 18th century. Sightings in the 19th and 20th centuries reported the ship to be glowing with ghostly light. In ocean lore, the sight of this phantom ship is a portent of doom.
Pegasus (Greek: Πήγασος, Latin: Pegasus, Pegasos) is a famous pterippus, a mythical winged divine stallion who is one of the most recognized creatures in Greek mythology. Pegasus is usually depicted as pure white in color. Pegasus is a child of the Olympian god Poseidon. He sprang from the blood issuing from the Gorgon Medusa's neck as Perseus was beheading her, similar to the manner in which Athena was born from the head of Zeus.
Since the Middle Ages the mythical winged horse has inspired many works of fantasy to poets and artists.
Galleon : Sarel Theron
Texture and background : my own
Pegasus : photomanipulated from an old print.
Created for : MIXMASTER CHALLENGE #30 Chef : studiodobs www.flickr.com/groups/artisticmanipulation/discuss/721577...
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Adjunto una excelente composición de Andreas Vollenweider.
Pulsar CTRL al mismo tiempo que el símbolo ♫♫
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www.youtube.com/user/25elgaucho
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Situada a 1.309 metros de altitud, se encuentra la entrada a la cueva, encontrándose esta bajo el pueblo que le da nombre. El nivel superior, 1.300 metros de longitud, se encuentra habilitado para el turismo, acondicionado con iluminación eléctrica y un camino que se hace uso de puentes y escaleras para completar el recorrido. En un nivel inferior, de 3.150 metros, discurre una corriente subterránea de agua que solamente es accesible por espeleólogos y expertos.
La temperatura en la cueva se encuentra durante todo el año en torno a los 7 grados centígrados, por lo que los turistas acostumbran a equiparse con ropa de abrigo. La humedad de la cueva, causada por la corriente subterránea es del 99%.
VER video de la cueva por el mismo autor:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTrDlmtlZMY
Situated at 1309 meters altitude, is the entrance to the cave, finding this under the town that shares its name. The upper level, 1,300 meters long, is enabled for tourism, conditioning with electric lighting and a path using bridges and stairs is to complete the course. At a lower level, 3,150 meters, running an underground stream that is only accessible by cavers and expertos.1
The temperature in the cave is all year around 7 degrees Celsius, so that tourists tend to be equipped with warm clothes. The humidity of the cave, caused by the undercurrent is 99% .1
Whether you agree or disagree with the protests going on around the country, it's clear that Americans are sick of the undercurrent of racism that still runs through the country.
These images are meant to document a small piece of what has happened in Denver. They were not taken to condone, nor condemn, these actions.
© Web-Betty: digital heart, analog soul
We shared a bottle with some friends last night. We went to a wine bar in town - walked the mile or so through the surprisingly cool night air. A lone man played covers on a acoustic guitar.
Conversation flitted lightly from topic to topic and back again. There was an undercurrent to the conversation that actually surfaced once. We are all, in some way, heading into pivotal times in our lives. Doors, windows of opportunity, chapters in life - were closing. New ones were bound to open.
Aside from the acknowledgement, there was a general quietness about it. There is such a range of emotional response that each of us has and will go through. I couldn't help but think that the door is open or perhaps will be open soon enough. We just need to find it and walk in. Sounds simple at least.
A wonderful Sunday to them. And to you as well.
A 21st Century city that will be the model of the Western United States. As it continues to grow each day and each year with thousands moving from all over the world.
"A mirror to presence and a testament to forgiveness; friendship not only helps us in seeing ourselves through another one's eyes; but, it can be sustained over the years only with someone who has repeatedly forgiven us for our trespasses as we must find it in ourselves to forgive them in reciprocation. A friend knows our difficulties and shadows and remains in sight; operating as a companion to our vulnerabilities more than our triumphs, when we are under the strange illusion that we do not need them. An undercurrent of real friendship is a blessing exactly because its elemental form is rediscovered again and again through understanding and mercy. All friendships of any length are based on a continued, mutual forgiveness. Without tolerance and mercy, all friendships die.
In the course of the years a close friendship will always reveal the shadow in the other as much as ourselves. To remain friends, one must know the other and their difficulties and even their sins and encourage the best in them, not through critique but through addressing the better part of them, the leading creative edge of their incarnation; thus, subtly discouraging what makes them smaller and less generous as well as less of themselves.
The dynamic of friendship is almost always underestimated as a constant force in human life.
No matter the medicinal virtues of being a true friend or sustaining a long close relationship with another, the ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other nor of the self, the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.
Heartbreak is unpreventable; the natural outcome of caring for people and things over which we have no control.
Heartbreak begins the moment in which we are asked to let go; but, we cannot. In other words, it colors and inhabits and magnifies each and every day. Heartbreak is not a visitation, but a path that human beings follow through even the most average life. It is an indication of our sincerity: in a love relationship, in a life’s work, in trying to learn a musical instrument, in the attempt to shape a better more generous self. Heartbreak is the beautifully helpless side of love and affection and is an essence and emblem of care.
Heartbreak has its own way of inhabiting time and its own beautiful and trying patience in coming and going.
Heartbreak is how we mature; yet, we use the word heartbreak as if it only occurs when things have gone wrong, such as an unrequited love or a shattered dream. But heartbreak may be the very essence of being human, of being on the journey from here to there, and of coming to care deeply for what we find along the way."