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Each time an inspiratior of mine celebrates birthday or dies I make them a portrait.
Nina Simone February 21, 1933 – April 21, 2003
Watercolor, embroidery on paper 29cm x 49cm
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The Doors third studio album released 1968 “Waiting for the Sun” doesn't carry the apocalyptic fever dream of “Strange Days”. Instead, it settles in quietly, almost deceptively, asking you to notice the spaces between the notes as much as the notes themselves.
Funny thing about the sun. Everybody spends their lives waiting for it, but once it shows up they start looking for shade. That's how this album feels. The title promises daylight, but most of these songs happen somewhere between dawn and dusk, when shadows still have something to say.
By the summer of 1968, rock music had become crowded with prophets. Every band seemed determined to explain the universe in four minutes or less. The Doors took another route. They made uncertainty sound seductive. Jim Morrison wasn't simply singing songs; he was playing the part of a wandering narrator who'd read too much poetry, stayed awake too many nights, and found that dreams often made better maps than facts.
The remarkable thing is how democratic the band had become. Ray Manzarek's keyboards no longer serve merely as atmosphere; they become architecture, building cathedrals from electric organ tones. Robby Krieger contributes some of his finest songwriting, offering melodies that soften the band's darker instincts without diminishing their mystery. John Densmore plays like a jazz drummer who wandered into a rock band and decided not to tell anyone. His restraint is often the loudest thing on the record.
"Hello, I Love You" is usually remembered as the hit, and fair enough. It's bright, immediate, and impossible to shake once it gets into your head. But history sometimes mistakes popularity for importance. The deeper rewards lie elsewhere. "Love Street" opens a window onto a quieter Morrison than legend would have you expect. It is domestic without becoming ordinary, romantic without collapsing into sentimentality. "Summer's Almost Gone" drifts like the last warm evening before autumn, while "Wintertime Love" compresses melancholy into barely two minutes, proving that brevity can sometimes leave the deepest impression. “Not to Touch the Earth” well, what can I say? Run with me (if you dare). "Spanish Caravan” by Robby Krieger has an outstanding flamenco guitar intro which showcases his talent on the flamenco guitar, an instrument he started playing when he was 17. Then there is "The Unknown Soldier." Like a Goya painting. Few rock singles of its era dared to stage war as theatre, complete with execution, silence, and resurrection. Released while television brought Vietnam into the U.S.A’s living rooms each night, the song blurred the line between protest and performance. Rather than lecture, it unsettled. And then comes "Five to One." If there is a storm gathering on this record, that's where the clouds finally break. The riff is primitive and relentless, Morrison's vocal half sermon and half street-corner challenge. In retrospect, it sounds less like the end of an album than the opening chapter of the harder, blues-driven direction the band would pursue afterward.
From a historical standpoint, “Waiting for the Sun” occupies an unusual place in The Doors' catalogue. Critics have often treated it as a transitional work, neither as revolutionary as the debut nor as unified as “L.A. Woman”. Yet transitional records are frequently where artists reveal themselves most honestly. They're caught between identities, trying on new clothes while still wearing yesterday's shoes.
What gives this album its lasting power is its refusal to settle into a single mood. Psychedelia brushes against pop craftsmanship. Blues meets chamber-like delicacy. Romance sits beside anxiety. The music never quite decides whether it's celebrating the moment or mourning its passing. That's probably why it still feels alive. Great albums don't freeze time—they remind us that time keeps moving. Every summer eventually becomes almost gone. Every parade disappears around the corner. Every revolution becomes somebody's memory. But every so often, you pull a record from the shelf, lower the needle, and discover the sun was never really the point. It was always the waiting, the anticipation, the long stretch between darkness and light where imagination does its best work.
And maybe that's the quiet triumph of “Waiting for the Sun”. It isn't the loudest statement The Doors ever made. It doesn't need to be. Like the best conversations, it reveals a little more of itself every time you come back, years later, wondering if the music has changed, only to discover that it's you who has.
Ericka College girl 36
Model: Ericka Guereni
Photographer: Ernesto De la Vega “Kaede”
Nikon D5100
Lens: 18 – 55
Vivimos peleando por oportunidades, todos en general, algunos una oportunidad laboral, otros una chica o un chico y otros una oportunidad de brillar. No todos...
Riding the inter state to Lonavala. Went with retro tones here as you can see.
On second thought, isn't a really good shot because the empty space in the centre left kind of pulls my line of sight towards it, and rather uncomfortably. But, do tell me if you think otherwise.
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Galoshes, boots covered with peeling dripping paint on steps
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Este proyecto parte como solución a la cuarentena que estamos sufriendo, al tener Asma me veo totalmente forzado a trabajar dentro de casa. Siendo hiperactivo es una especie de condena. Siempre me gustó la idea de mezclar la fotografía con las diferentes artes. Lo que buscaba era lograr algo tridimensional en una bi-dimension y sugerir esa mirada microscópica o totalmente contraría, un escape al encierro, una cura a la cuarentena, al virus y a mí. Un escape abstracto al encierro mental…
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This proyect born as an answer to the quarantine, as an Asthmatic I'm really worried and forced to be inside home. I'm hiperactive too so been in this situation is a kind of confinement.
I always liked the idea of mix photography with diferents kind of visual arts. What I wanted was to get something tridimesional in a 2d image and sugest something microscopic or totally opossed like an abstract scape to the mental closure.
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Ericka College girl 32
Model: Ericka Guereni
Photographer: Ernesto De la Vega “Kaede”
Nikon D5100
Lens: 18 – 55
Ericka creo que es una de mis mejores amigas por que yo soy uno de los peores amigos o cuando menos lo era, mi vida había sido muy diferente, en ese momento era una ...
Ericka College girl 28
Model: Ericka Guereni
Photographer: Ernesto De la Vega “Kaede”
Nikon D5100
Lens: 18 – 55
Siento nostalgia al hablar de ella, tal vez por que ya casi no la veo, siempre estamos ocupados trabajando, con proyectos intentado hacer algo grande por nosotros...
Ericka College girl 16
Model: Ericka Guereni
Photographer: Ernesto De la Vega “Kaede”
Nikon D5100
Lens: 18 – 55
Ericka es una de las pocas amigas que a pesar de los años nos seguimos hablando, ya no como antes que nos veíamos cuando menos una vez a la semana pero de repente t...
Installation shot from the exhibition "Ectopia" @ Rogaland Kunstsenter. Curated by Geir Haraldseth. jan 29 - march 1.
Lloyd McNeill (born in Washington, D.C.) is a Jazz flutist and visual artist currently based in New York City. He is generally recognized as a jazz flutist of eminent ability, alongside James Newton, Yusef Lateef, Sam Rivers and Eric Dolphy.
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Artis zoo, Amsterdam
Sketches on the back of my entry ticket, pen and black watercolor (when you bring everything but you sketchbook)
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Ericka College girl 20
Model: Ericka Guereni
Photographer: Ernesto De la Vega “Kaede”
Nikon D5100
Lens: 18 – 55
Cuando miro sus ojos recuerdo muchos momentos que vivimos, no solo los buenos, también recuerdo momentos tristes, enojo, etc. en algunos casos cosas por las que fui ...
gerhard richter
bilder einer epoche
bucerius kunst forum exhibition catalogue (french edition)
somogy éditions d'art (2012)
© Luis Campillo 2016
Model Ane Sehnsucht.
Outfit by SEHNSUCHT www.anesehnsucht.com
Self Portrait - Pieces of Me
Photography, MAU, Hair & Post Processing Done By Me - Florbela : FFX © Florbela's Fotographix
I can still remember this walk home, during an amazing sunrise when I was coming up Main St / Science World - it was a perfect Night , with a Perfect Morning ending with my Favourite Shadow Portrait.
- A Photographers Self Portrait
Florbelas Fotographix © FFX photography
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Andy Warhol Bridge in the rain, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA The Andy Warhol Bridge (also known as the Seventh Street Bridge) spans the Allegheny River in downtown Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It is said to be the only bridge on the United States named for a visual artist. It is one of the three bridges in Pittsburgh collectively known as “The Three Sisters” because the bridges are of identical construction (the Rachel Carson Bridge and the Roberto Clemente Bridge are the other two).
A two hander play about two mismatched roommates who are not exactly a friendship made in heaven (or Manchester) where this story is set. Think the odd couple.
Joanie beds herself down for the night in her skip; after 6 failed marriages, this is preferable. Being up-cycled by Waynetta is the first time Joanie has landed on her feet, her regular position is on her back. Everything Joanie owns fits into her Fanny Bag. House training Joanie is going to be like training a feral cat – but Joanie is one glamour pussy.
Waynetta lives alone in an apartment left to her by her late Nana Cakey. After ending her last bad relationship, she now chills out watching gogglebox and occasionally dabbles lazily with contemporary art. Her medium is Pizza and coffee accidentally stained upon Junk mail. She sells her art on Shabby junk art websites to make her living. So
grab your work colleagues, mates or other halves and join 'The Peculiar Pair' in Wilsons Den.
Address: Wilsons Social, 42-44 Oldham Street, Northern Quarter, Manchester.
Dates and Times:
Thursday 9th, Friday 10th, Friday 17th with Q&A afterwards, Friday 24th, Thursday 30th and Friday 31st of July 6.30 pm till 7.30 pm
For more details and tickets www.greatermanchesterfringe.co.uk
Oval Maidan of Churchgate, Mumbai in its Sunday best; captured in all its wide-angled glory while a game of cricket drones on behind. The High Court & Rajabai Clock Tower stand tall in the background.
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