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Boyhood series is a narrative visual confession which maps both personal and mediated experiences. Boyhood is a time in our life when we begin to discover ourselves through inner dialogues and explore our self identity. We connect with everything around us, begin to discover and close in on ourselves. We create isolated places where we feel safe from all the hustle and bustle around us. Even so, a form of alienation can be poetically and visually beautiful. I offer the viewer a look at the emotionally unfinished stories. I create images that appear to be stills from a film as untold stories. What led to this situation and what will happen next is a question for all of us, which I am looking for an answer to.
4.10.2017, K. Gießler, Mund, 21x30 cm, Tusche, Wasserfarben, Farbstifte auf Papier.
610.2017, K. Gießler, Mouth, 8x12 inch, ink, watercolors, colored pencils on paper.
Momentan zeige ich Zeichnungen von 2013, die ich kürzlich übermalt habe - erst fast normal, aber als drittes Bild eine Verfremdung, die ich mir ausgedacht habe mit surrealistischem Charakter als eine Überraschung.
At the moment, I'm showing drawings from 2013, which I recently painted - almost normal, but as a third picture an alienation, which I devised with surrealistic character as a surprise.
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Opulent and festive.
Another Christmas gone, another year will start in a few days.
Technology evolving at an unbelievable pace, it was never easier to communicate, all is faster, not fast enough, call me, text me, skype me, email me... and yet more and more lonely people, alienation, families dispersed...
Wishing you well, and thank you, M, (*_*)
For more: www.indigo2photography.com
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Bouquets, roses, red, mix, pink, white, yellow, perfect, flowers, macro, lighting, studio, black-background, colour, design, square, NIKOND7000, "Magda indigo"
Toxic Sunshine.
Обреченные ветры репрессивные бури последующие расходы насильственные сонеты апокалиптические эмоции жуткие приливы повышаются,
tensions sombres dévoilant jugements empathiques explorations poésie aliénation détails naissant,
الدخان البائسة الدخان الكاذبة الاحتجاجات الغريبة المخلوقات الغبية ينتحب القلوب الزاحف الأناشيد,
σφύριγμα περηφάνια συνείδηση αγενές χαρακτηριστικά μούδιασμα λάσπη θορυβώδεις εχθροί βλακεία σκηνή πνιγμός όνειρα,
viletsus vaated kannab puurid naturaalsed ajakirjad äikesed õppetunnid põnevad kõlab kurjad tegud raske hingamine,
眼睛發出灼熱的恐懼幾天尖叫恐懼眼睛燒傷頭髮,
死の宴会咲く罪神秘的な浮遊する幽霊不安定な楽器過激な猛烈なバラードゾンビの饗宴.
Steve.D.Hammond.
6.10.2017, Räuber H., Nase, 21x30 cm, Tusche, Wasserfarben, Farbstifte auf Papier.
610.2017, Robber H., Nose, 8x12 inch, ink, watercolors, colored pencils on paper.
Momentan zeige ich Zeichnungen von 2013, die ich kürzlich übermalt habe - erst fast normal, aber als drittes Bild eine Verfremdung, die ich mir ausgedacht habe mit surrealistischem Charakter als eine Überraschung.
At the moment, I'm showing drawings from 2013, which I recently painted - almost normal, but as a third picture an alienation, which I devised with surrealistic character as a surprise.
#AbFav_FESTIVITIES_🎄
Opulent and festive.
Another Christmas gone, another year will start in a few days.
Technology evolving at an unbelievable pace, it was never easier to communicate, all is faster, not fast enough, call me, text me, skype me, email me... and yet more and more lonely people, alienation, families dispersed...
Wishing you well, and thank you, M, (*_*)
For more: www.indigo2photography.com
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
Bouquets, roses, red, mix, pink, white, yellow, perfect, flowers, macro, lighting, studio, black-background, colour, design, square, NIKOND7000, "Magda indigo"
'Alienation' by Sha Sarwari.
artist's statement: The sculpture Alienation is a form that is shaped by infusing together the first two characters of the word refugee in Dari language. The alien bodily presence of these sculptures are a metaphor to refugees turning up on the shores of Europe and Australia by boat, seeking Asylum, looking for a new life and forming a new identity, in a new land, which is alien to them and they are alien to the people and the land.
Swell Sculpture Festival
My surf fishing neighbor yesterday evening at Torrey Pines State Beach... I believe he is either Samoan or Hawaiian. I kept kidding him that I am going to take a break and eat my sandwich... which I finally did and took this photo of him from the rock I sat on while finishing up that sandwich.
"Living in a fish eye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can't pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend
All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage
Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme".
Monday Music Mania:
Rush - Limelight (Official Music Video):
HMMM!
And
Our Daily Challenge:
LIVING IN THE LIMELIGHT
Entrance of the secret Duga-3 Radar near Chernobyl, this was a gigantic secret military installation
Capri era meta di eletti per censo e cultura ,oggi ci vanno molti alla ricerca di un mito e si disperdono.
Touristic alienation !
Western alienation is a term used to describe a sentiment that western provinces in Canada have been isolated and ignored by eastern Canada in terms of policy and politics.
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Alienation, no one's bothered
No one's bothered
Albeit with a degree of uncertainty, on what could well be the penultimate day in service for the much depleted Class 319's in the North West, 319 385 pauses at Preston with the 16.05 Blackpool North - Liverpool Lime St on Fri 15th December 2023.
Landgoed Staverden - Uddelermeerweg 2. { On Explore }
Kasteel van de witte pauwen. (1).
--In 1299 verkreeg graaf Reinald I van de keizer toestemming Staverden tot een stad te maken, maar een stedelijke ontwikkeling heeft nooit plaatsgevonden. Staverden bleef een hof, die sinds 1400 door de Gelderse hertogen in leen werd uitgegeven onder de verplichting witte pauwen te houden en pauwenveren te leveren voor de helm van de hertog. De oude traditie van de witte pauwen werd door vader en zoon s' Jacob in ere hersteld. De pauwenveren worden nu jaarlijks aangeboden aan de commissaris van de koningin in Gelderland. Het huidige landhuis Staverden is ongeveer een eeuw oud, maar wordt door zijn veel langere geschiedenis steevast 'kasteel' genoemd.
Castle of the white peacocks.
--In 1299, Count Reinald I obtained permission from the emperor to make Staverden a town, but an urban development never took place. Staverden remained a court, which since 1400 was issued in fief by the dukes of Gelderland under the obligation to keep white peacocks and provide peacock feathers for the duke's helmet. The old tradition of white peacocks was restored by father and son s' Jacob. The peacock feathers are now presented annually to the Queen's Commissioner of Gelderland.
The present country house Staverden is about a century old, but is invariably called "castle" because of its much longer history.
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Summer is a more distant memory... how time flies.
Another Christmas gone, another year will start in a few days.
Technology evolving at an unbelievable pace, it was never easier to communicate, all is faster, not fast enough, call me, text me, skype me, email me... and yet more and more lonely people, alienation, families dispersed...
And COVID toped it all of course.
Wishing you well, and thank you, M, (*_*)
For more: www.indigo2photography.com
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
roses, red, two, perfect, flowers, macro, lighting, studio, black-background, colour, design, square, NIKOND7000, "Magda indigo"
La photo de gauche est d'Antoine Van Kaam, je n'allais pas demander à Claudine de se coucher devant ces minis ascenseurs!!!
Le musée dispose d'un ascenseur intégré, à peine plus haut que la cheville d'un adulte, à l'échelle 1:7,5. La cabine disparaît vers une destination inconnue, dans un bâtiment sans étage. Maurizio joue avec la copie et la mise à l'échelle, permettant au spectateur d'observer la réalité sous un angle différent. Le moment de reconnaissance est immédiatement suivi d'un sentiment d'aliénation, précisément ce que l'artiste recherche.
The photo on the left is by Antoine Van Kaam; I wasn't about to ask Claudine to lie down in front of those mini elevators!!!
The museum features a built-in elevator, barely higher than an adult's ankle, at a scale of 1:7.5. The cabin disappears to an unknown destination, in a single-story building. Maurizio plays with copying and scaling, allowing the viewer to observe reality from a different perspective. The moment of recognition is immediately followed by a feeling of alienation—precisely what the artist is seeking.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9MszVE7aR4
Model: Daniela
Abandoned Lighthouse at Fiumicino
Rome's Harbour, June 2014
Crazy Yellow for Crazy Tuesday #YellowColourColorAmarillo
The Flickr Lounge, week 32 #Neglect
Detail of the "Glass Storage Marking" field of letters / pavement sculpture by Berlin architects Kühn Malvezzi in front of the Berlinische Galerie in Berlin-Kreuzberg. "The black and yellow field of letters accentuates the entire length of the plaza in front of the museum. It consists of the names of 160 artists who are represented in the Berlinische Galerie by notable works or groups of works, arranged in rows without breaks. Standing in the middle of the field, the visitor has trouble discerning the correct divisions between known and unknown names. Therefore, many peculiar and even humorous alienations and malapropisms arise. Read vertically or diagonally, the field yields meaningless sound poems, a tribute to the Berlinische Galerie’s one-of-a-kind collection of 1920s Berlin Dadaism. Children love to spell their names by hopping across the letters." (STRG/CTRL+ www.berlinischegalerie.de/en/museum-berlin/art-city-space...)
What fascinated me about this particular detail of the field of letters was that crack in the pavement going right through the capital "Y". I don't know whether the crack was caused by the weed growing there, or the weed grew there after the pavement broke, but since this is art, it might well have been an intended breaking point, or rather line. Taken with my little compact MFT-sensor camera, the Lumix LX100, and processed in LR and Luminar 3.
Happy Crazy Tuesday, Everyone :-)
Sollbruchstelle
Detail der Gehwegskulptur "Markierung Glaslager" auf dem Vorplatz der Berlinischen Galerie in Berlin Kreuzberg. Das "schwarz-gelbe Buchstabenfeld hebt den Museumsvorplatz in seiner ganzen Länge hervor. Es besteht aus 160 ohne Unterbrechung aneinandergereihten exemplarischen Künstlernamen, die mit herausragenden Werken oder ganzen Werkgruppen in der Berlinischen Galerie vertreten sind. Mitten auf dem Feld stehend, tut sich der Besucher in der Regel schwer, zwischen bekannten und unbekannten Namen die richtige Trennung zu vollziehen. Daraus ergeben sich oft eigentümliche, auch komische Verfremdungen und Verballhornungen. Senkrecht oder diagonal gelesen, ergeben sich Sinn-lose Lautgedichte, eine Reverenz an die einzigartige Sammlung zum Berliner Dadaismus der 1920er-Jahre in der Berlinischen Galerie. Kinder lieben es, ihren Namen über die Felder hüpfend zu buchstabieren." (STRG/CTRL+ www.berlinischegalerie.de/de/museum-berlin/kunst-im-ausse...)
Was mich an diesem Detail des Buchstabenfeldes besonders fasziniert hat, war der Riss im Asphalt, der genau durch das große "Y" geht. Ob er nun von dem ungestümen Unkraut verursacht wurde oder die Pflänzchen später nur die Gelegenheit, hier an Erdreich zu kommen, schlau genutzt haben, weiß ich nicht, aber da es sich um Kunst am Bau handelt, könnte dieser Riss auch als Sollbruchstelle eingeplant gewesen sein. Aufgenommen mit meiner kleinen "MFT-Kompakten", der Lumix LX100, und entwickelt in Luminar 3.
Summer is a distant memory... how time flies, another new year upon us, technology evolving at an unbelievable pace, it was never easier to communicate, all is faster, not fast enough, call me, text me, skype me, email me... and yet more and more lonely people, alienation, families dispersed...
We take the week between Christmas and New Year OFF!
Free to do only what we want!
TIME TO SMELL THE ROSES...
Wishing you well, and thank you, M, (*_*)
For more: www.indigo2photography.com
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
The great omission in American life is solitude; not loneliness, for this is an alienation that thrives most in the midst of crowds, but that zone of time and space, free from the outside pressures, which is the incubator of the spirit. ~Marya Mannes
When I think of this moment, this sunrise, I remember that incredible sensation of individual adventure - just me, crouched in thick tufts of wavy grass, greeting the day in the most reverent form that I know. Realizing, with a kind of heart-pounding excitement, that I was on my own in a strange land. That I could go anywhere I wanted there. I could go forth in any direction, get lost, and find myself again. I could speak volumes to myself that no one would hear. I could cry, or laugh at will, with only myself to hold accountable. I could let beauty flood my senses, let it push out any pain that the year had brought, let it fill me instead with a heady clarity of mind and heart.
In such places, you realize that life is too short to not let it fill you constantly with awe and hope. In a place like that, forgiveness comes easy, and you're only allowed to see the best in people, and only allowed to hold on to the sweetest of memories. And after that realization, having turned another corner, experienced another sunrise, stumbled across another wonder in this strange land... you can let all those thoughts loose. Let them rock out to sea on the white crest of a wave. What's left is not loneliness, but a solitude swirling with equal parts peace, equal parts tingling excitement.
If joy could be wild, mine was.
And Happy Fence Friday :-)
P7100 one-handed drive-by shot through the windshield. Unfortunately (in my opinion) the beauty of non-greco-roman "nature" is at best ignored and at worst parodied. We are then left with truly marxist alienation from ourselves.
For TOTW (Pieces Of Me)
Inspired by appelsin-piken
Texture by: miss-alienation.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2rs3ik
I've been waiting for these pantyhose to go on sale for forever to do this finally got them for .99cents
Lithographs on Japanese Bunko-Shi paper, ed.17/30
Courtesy: The artist and Item editions
In Lynch's work, the subconscious if often viewed as a place of conflict, where paranoid, phobias and moments of crisis reveal the negativity and instability of the human condition.
As he asserts, 'Everyone's subconscious is filled with plenty of horror. All the things we don't want to face with our conscious minds are there just waiting for us.' While locality plays an important role in characterising the immensity of these problems (in particular, insular and closed spaces), the challenges are ultimately made worse because the 'problems are inside the people themselves'.
In many of his lithographs, we are presented with an almost infantile outlook, with protagonists engaged in states of confusion, longing and alienation. The use of text - a few words or short phrases inscribed onto the lithographic stone - bestows these often solitary figures with various states of existential distress and emotional anguish reinforced by the titles of the works.
The Nine Sins Of The Soul - The Lie by Daniel Arrhakis (2021)
The Nine Sins Of The Soul - The Lie
The Original Sin of our first ancestors Adam and Eve according to the creation myth of the Abrahamic religions - based on a terrible lie told to them by Satan.
So we understand that lying has been part of the human condition or nature since time immemorial. If we to begin by asking who among us has never told a lie, they will be no hands raised for sure. Those who refused to raise their hands would reveal what a lie is by their refusal to be honest. Various passages of the Bible feature excerpts that assert lying is immoral and wrong, most famously, in the Ten Commandments: "Thou shalt not bear false witness".
But let's be honest, speaking the truth at all times is practically (if not totally) impossible.
But if we lie a few times because we don't want to reveal details of our life or what we did, we can also lie for reasons of sociability, so as not to hurt the other. There was always a biunivocal reciprocal of "pious lies" between us and our interlocutors, which in a way also allows us to live in society without major conflicts. Thus, lies may serves a variety of instrumental, interpersonal, or psychological functions for the individuals who use them.
But unfortunately in many cases the lie has a more obscure and selfish objective, and it can be used as an instrument to subvert or attain power, to provoke divisions, separations and conflicts, to instigate revolutions or the fall of regimes; our history is full of conspiracies of power that cost many lives.
Lying means that a person is willfully making statements that are untrue, or half-truths, or falsehoods. The intention is clearly to deceive the other party. It implies that a person saying that lie is deceitful, or sneaky, being two-faced, or untrustworthy. He intends to mislead the other person, pull a fast one, entrap, dupe, betray, or delude the other person. Untruths or lies need not necessarily be in the oral form, they could also be in the written medium such as documents or letters, forgeries etc.
In the New Testament, Jesus refers to the Devil as the father of lies (John 8:44) and Paul commands Christians "Do not lie to one another". In the Day of Judgment, unrepentant liars will be punished in the lake of fire.
Other passages feature descriptive exchanges where lying was committed in extreme circumstances involving life and death, however, most Christian philosophers would argue that lying is never acceptable, but that even those who are righteous in God's eyes sin sometimes.
St. Augustine about AD 395, divided lies into eight categories, listed in order of descending severity where the most serious are: Lies in religious teaching and Lies that harm others and help no one. And the less serious ones: Lies that harm no one and that help someone spiritually, lies that harm no one and that protect someone from "bodily defilement".
In Buddhism lying is not only to be avoided because it harms others, but also because it goes against the ideal Buddhist of finding the truth. They are four precepts that includes or involves falsehood spoken or committed to by action, avoidance of lying and harmful speech, insinuate, exaggerate, or speak abusively or deceitfully, malicious speech, harsh speech, and gossip.
In Zoroastrianism there are two powers in the universe; Asha, which is truth, order, and that which is real, and Druj, which is "the Lie". Later on, the Lie became personified as Angra Mainyu, a figure similar to the Christian Devil, who was portrayed as the eternal opponent of Ahura Mazda (God).
In the case of the Mystical World of Ion, lying is one of the sins of the soul, subverting the truth as well as our human values.
Lying is a source of uncertainty, delusion but also a promoter of deception and discord. But even more serious is that it can be a source of alienation and personal suffering because the person who lies often can not be able to distinguish reality from fiction and live in a virtual world that he has built with repercussions in the life of the person itself and of others who socializes.
Lying promotes doubt, deception and uncertainty in the hearts of men, which can lead to conflicts and to personal discredit of human values and institutions. Thus, in the mystical world of Ion, lying is the greatest obstacle in the discovery of truth and knowledge, but also a form of imprisonment of the soul or spirit, not allowing it to evolve to higher stages.
The lie is rarely able to hide because it tends to grow like a snowball that goes down the mountain; sometimes what started with a little lie can have dramatic consequences, so it should always be avoided.
Like the snake, insidious but without we realizing, it crush us, suffocates us slowly like the lianas or the branches of certain types of trees like the Banyan Tree.
The only way to not be surprised is to seek permanent knowledge, to seek the truth and to refrain from making false judgments until we are sure. Often we will have to use our deepest moral and spiritual values in the stillness and peace of moments of prayer, contemplation or introspection.
A pious lie will never be true, but a raw truth with no repair aim can do more harm than good. At every moment, we must consider our sense of justice.
In recent times the trivialization of lies has become one of the perversions of our contemporary society.
Social networks and false news have taken root in the daily life of humanity, weaving webs of conspiracies extolling fears and hatreds, dividing society and peoples.
But more serious is that the "Permanent Doubt" was installed, which makes us question everything and put everything in doubt, which has increased our state of anxiety and discouragement in our own future.
This "Permanent Doubt" is maintained by a network of dark thoughts that seek the division of peoples and permanent conflict in order to reign and enslave the World by fear. And a society that permanently doubts everything, it is a society without direction and without a future !
We are now facing a battle for our consciences, for our souls ... for the Truth!
The dark shrouded figure placed his hand on the vault door. Closing his eyes, he felt every gear and spring in the mechanism. He paused, remembering a time when he had been a hero. When he had fought against what he had become. He banished that thought and continued with his work. The people he had dedicated his life to protect had repaid him with alienation, calling him a monster, freak, and mutant. They were fools. Now it was time to get what he deserved!
Suddenly there was a tremendous crash as glass flew across the room. The figure that stood in the shattered remains of the window was his old friend, whom he betrayed and left for dead. The only one who could spoil the criminal's plan.
The newcomer smiled, brushing glass shards off his cape.
"Expecting me?"