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haha. We totally look like we're in a visual kei band. I'm the lead guitarist and Severine is the dark, tortured singer.
Excerpt from Hamilton.ca:
This project will be a monumental bead maze. This very joyous replica serves as a monument to childlike imagination and elevates a familiar object from the everyday to the exceptional. As a child’s toy, the bead maze provides a bright and cheerful outlet for children to play as well as develop their hand-eye coordination, visual tracking and colour recognition. Guiding wooden beads around the colourful wire maze can provide hours of stimulating fun. By changing the scale and context, this ordinary object takes on new meaning. In the plaza of the new James Street North GO Station this work will present itself as a quirky navigation tool, like a visual exercise in way finding and as a sculptural metaphor for mobility and transportation. The piece is comprised of 28 multi-shaped and brightly coloured beads made from powder-coated steel that are stationed along three distinctly formed metal tubes that animate by curving, snaking, and spiraling through space. The colour and shape of the tubing is particular to this location: a grey tube, which traces the city infrastructure; a blue tube that spirals around, giving form to the open air; and a Metrolinx green tube, that snakes directly through the sculpture, evoking the maneuvering possibilities of the train within the urban landscape. A bead maze is an early childhood toy, which demonstrates the mechanics of movement, transportation, and organization, while providing an emotional response of immediate delight. By scaling this universal toy up fifteen times, this sculpture will have a direct relationship to the body of the viewer and is designed to reinforce the various ways we connect with transportation. Beads are playfully positioned along the metal tubing as if they are swooping, sliding or have been brought to a complete halt. The organization of the beads suggests a network in motion, just like the daily train service from the new James Street North GO Station. James Street North is a well-known epicentre for culture and style in Hamilton and the North End is valued as a child and family-friendly neighbourhood. This sculpture will reinforce those distinctive qualities and will serve to engage the imagination of community members, commuters, visitors, families and children. While it might reference a way finding schematic the purpose of this sculpture is not to direct you to any specific location. Instead it works to incite a more whimsical way for you to imagine moving through space. This sculpture will make a lasting contribution as a cultural landmark to the new GO Station and to this great neighbourhood.
My better half Jerri is the Big Cheese of Orchids here... This was taken in her Orchid House. Thanks for the Visit and have a Large Tuesday.
A little visual letting off of steam around the frustrations of having people periodically attempt to have me change my pronunciation and accent. Approx 400mm by 400.
Question to ChatGPT:
What is a visual artist?
Answer:
A visual artist is someone who creates artwork primarily using visual mediums such as painting, drawing, sculpture, photography, printmaking, digital art, or installation. They express their creativity, ideas, and emotions visually through various techniques and styles. Visual artists can work in various fields like fine arts, illustration, graphic design, animation, or industrial design. Their work can be displayed in galleries, museums, exhibitions, or public spaces, and they may also undertake commissions or sell their artwork commercially.
I'd like to share this panorama today to try and have a small break from some haunting images of Syrian refugees that I cannot get out of my head. The sunrise in this little village of Jamnik, Slovenia was mesmeraising and I hope it can provide a little rest to your thoughts.
Hoy me gustaria compartir este panorama para darle un breve descanso a mi mente que no deja de traerme imágenes desgarradoras de los refugiados sirios. El amanecer en la pequeña aldea de Jamnik, Eslovenia, fue cautivador y espero que os pueda dar un pequeño respiro visual y emocional.
Prints, workshops and more
The original image can be found on my instagram account if your interested in seeing that (mfstafford_photography). I'm not really into heavy editing but sometimes I like to go crazy with it! It's fun!
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Esta obra digital de Mário Silva, intitulada "Dia Mundial da Dança", é uma ode visual ao movimento, à energia e à liberdade de expressão.
Através de uma técnica de impasto digital vibrante, o artista consegue a proeza de tornar o ritmo audível através das cores e das texturas.
A pintura explode numa sinfonia de cores e formas que captam a essência da dança contemporânea e urbana.
A Figura Central: No coração da composição, uma jovem bailarina com cabelos castanhos ao vento assume uma pose dinâmica e poderosa.
Trajada com um top branco e calças de ganga azuis, a sua postura exprime entrega total e vitalidade.
O Grupo de Dança: À sua volta, outros bailarinos e bailarinas acompanham o movimento, cada um numa pose única que sugere uma coreografia em grupo, mas mantendo a individualidade.
As suas vestes em tons de laranja, amarelo, rosa e vermelho criam um arco-íris de movimento humano.
Técnica e Atmosfera: O uso de pinceladas grossas e ricas (impasto) cria uma sensação de relevo e urgência.
O fundo não é estático; é um turbilhão de luz branca e tons pastéis que parecem emanar dos próprios bailarinos, como se a alegria da dança estivesse a colorir o mundo à sua volta.
Simbolismo: A obra não retrata apenas um estilo de dança, mas a "alma" da dança — a celebração do corpo como instrumento de arte e comunicação.
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O Ritmo da Vida e a Poesia do Movimento
O título da pintura, "Dia Mundial da Dança", celebra uma linguagem que não conhece fronteiras nem precisa de dicionários.
Na prosa visual de Mário Silva, a dança é o momento em que o ser humano se despoja de gravidade e se torna pura luz.
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A Origem de um Dia Universal
Instituído em 1982 pelo Comité Internacional da Dança da UNESCO, o dia 29 de abril foi escolhido para celebrar o nascimento de Jean-Georges Noverre (1727-1810), o grande mestre e criador do ballet moderno.
No entanto, como Mário Silva ilustra na sua tela, a celebração de hoje transcende o ballet clássico para abraçar todas as formas de expressão corporal.
É um dia para recordar que a dança é a arte primordial, aquela que começa no bater do coração e se estende até às pontas dos dedos.
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O Significado e a Importância
Dançar é um ato de liberdade.
No mundo frenético em que vivemos, o Dia Mundial da Dança surge como um lembrete da importância de ouvir o nosso próprio ritmo.
A importância deste dia reside na sua capacidade de unir povos e culturas através de um diálogo silencioso, mas profundamente eloquente.
Na obra de Mário Silva, vemos essa união: figuras diversas que, embora em poses diferentes, partilham o mesmo espaço vibrante, a mesma luz e a mesma paixão.
A dança promove a saúde, a saúde mental e, acima de tudo, a comunhão humana.
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A Pintura como Coreografia Silenciosa
Mário Silva utiliza o impasto digital como se estivesse a coreografar com o pincel.
Cada marca de cor é um passo, cada textura é um salto.
Ao olharmos para a figura central em calças de ganga e top branco, percebemos que a dança não é algo reservado para palcos distantes; ela acontece na rua, na vida quotidiana, em qualquer lugar onde o espírito se sinta livre para se mover.
A frase implícita na tela é a de que todos podemos ser bailarinos da nossa própria existência.
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Conclusão
Em "Dia Mundial da Dança", Mário Silva oferece-nos mais do que uma imagem; oferece-nos um impulso.
É um convite para que o observador sinta a vibração das cores e se deixe contagiar pela alegria desenfreada do grupo.
Este dia, e esta obra, lembram-nos de que, enquanto houver música e enquanto houver corpo, haverá esperança.
Porque, no final, a vida não é apenas para ser vivida — é para ser dançada.
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Texto & Obra digital: ©MárioSilva
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Will pilots be ready to fly us where we want to go once the pandemic is over?
but first don't worry, it's melting snow coming down on a glass table.
At the Monet exhibition in the Städel.
Thank you everyone for your visits, faves and comments, they are always appreciated :)
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materials: printed card stock, blank paper ripped from a vintage book, masking tape, illustrations torn from vintage books, and a nameplate that came with a package of assorted sheets of printed card stock.
words: "boats and birds," by gregory and the hawk.
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Today I am having fun! I decided to make a visual story of Alice falling down the rabbit hole in 4 chapters based upon the following excerpt:
Alice in Wonderland
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.
`Well!' thought Alice to herself, `after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!' (Which was very likely true.)
Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)
Presently she began again. `I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) `--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke--fancy curtseying as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) `And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.'
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. `Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think!' (Dinah was the cat.) `I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, `Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, `Do bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, `Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.
Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, `Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!' She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.
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I convey my poetry visually because I'm so poor at in a written form. This was sunset from week ago which was truly epic. More to come from this outing.
As I told you before and in the last post , I do everyday one little illustration . Here you can see the starlings I saw today in front of my window, some flowers and that yellow girl is my vision of Amanda Gorman, the United States' first-ever youth poet laureate. She recited a powerful poem at the inauguration of President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris.
Here are some of her words.:
"When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid,
the new dawn blooms as we free it.
For there is always light,
if only we're brave enough to see it.
If only we're brave enough to be it."
I love that message of hope.
thank you www.flickr.com/photos/colorfulexpressions/ for making me pay attention to this moment.