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I'm living in an empty room
With all the windows smashed
And I've got so little left to lose
That it feels just like I'm walking on broken glass
Annie Lennox
*The measurements of the glass are as follows:
Height: From the bottom of the glass to the broken tip is 2 1/8” Diameter: 2 1/4”
One of my artworks showed at EMERGENT Art Gallery, the beautiful gallery of Ilyra Chardin. The series was made in collaboration with my partner Eli Medier that made my works talk through his poems. In this poem he played with the short word "so" and its different meaning in different languages (Italian, English, Spanish and French):
"So
d'ombre
d'umidi recessi
notturni
di tuoni lontani
e di giorni persi
So
your destiny
was a bomb
falling from the sky
straight on your lives
miserable and unwise
So
tenía un cinturón
se hizo estallar
entre la gente
borró nuestras vidas
por accidente
So
c'était son surnom
cheveux yeux coulants
un projectile lui traversa
le coeur en s'emportant
pour toujours sa splendeur"
"I know
of shadows
of damp nocturnal
recesses
of distant thunder
and lost days
So
your destiny
was a bomb
falling from the sky
straight on your lives
miserable and unwise
Under
he had a belt
blew himself up
among the people
canceled our lives
by accident
So
was her nickname
flowing eyes hair
a bullet went through
her heart taking forever
away her splendor"
© Eli Medier
For all the victims of violence
The Exhibition will last till March 7th 2020
featured artists:
Eli Medier
Ilyra Chardin
Ladmilla Medier
Patrick Ireland
Sisi Biedermann
BROKEN YET STRONGER, HURT BUT WISER, A FEW CRACKS IN HER FOUNDATION, YET SHE REMAINS BEAUTIFUL.
∶
SALEM RHIANNON SKIRT + RHIANNON TOP + VEDA BOOTS
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Broken is not dead.
No matter how hard our fall, for most of us, the hardest part of getting back up is admitting we fell in the first place.
Inured, dirtied, bloody......we will try our best to avoid that realization that we are human and imperfect.
And all the time we spend denying we've fallen, could have been spent standing up and walking again.
Summary: The most broken part of us is the part that can't accept imperfection.
Taken at Devin's Eye.
For Macro Monday's "Broken" Theme. Thought I'd combine a little "Intentional Blur" with "Egg". And with a catchy tune. In German we are calling a song which you can't get out of your mind an "Ohrwurm" = earworm.
A Happy Macro Monday, Everyone!
Für das Macro-Monday-Thema "Broken". Ein bisschen "Intentional Blur", kombiniert mit "Egg" und einem Ohrwum. Ich wünsche Euch einen schönen, sonnigen Montag ;-)!
Vielen Dank für Eure tollen Kommentare und Faves!
Took the old shot Grapes to Wine and made it a bit more artsy in its look. www.flickr.com/photos/73806732@N04/39979995353
Not deliberately broken for the theme! On holiday in Cornwall and just got my phone out of my pocket and then it started disintegrating in front of my eyes - what a disaster! Thankfully now sorted out with a new phone! HMM!
A discarded and now rusty blade from a DeWalt reciprocating saw.
For the Macro Mondays theme of 3/22/2021: RUST.
Road trip to Broken Hill with Marty
This is the road to the top of the slag heap, where there is a lookout, a memorial and various museum pieces of mining equipment
Broken Arch in Canyonlands National Park near Moab, Utah. The top of the arch is fractured in the middle, but so far the arch remains standing.
Their lives brushed ours like passing wings: soft, invisible, unforgettable. You never saw them in person, but your heart knows what it felt every time you read their comments on your photos. Like butterflies with broken wings, shining in their brevity, they still take flight.
And although your friends are no longer within your reach, they have been etched in the quiet corners of your soul. Every echo of kindness in their written messages, every feeling of being known without ever having met us, remains.
-Millie Cruz©
In memory of:
www.flickr.com/photos/deanspic/ (Dean Francis Ducas)
www.flickr.com/photos/donbriggs/ (Don Briggs)
Rest in Peace
A broken-winged 'Peacock pansy' butterfly on a succulent plant. Though its wings are broken, it looks beautiful. I took this shot in my father's garden, Durgapur.
Since time immemorial, attempts have been made to establish borders. The sense of ownership has led to drawing lines on a map: sometimes a river, other times a mountain range, a mark on a desert,... a concrete wall or a barbed wire fence and broken glass. Too many centuries attend, undaunted, the mosaic of earth that man has created with the sole purpose of separating and limiting. And this will be the cause of so many conflicts and wars. The boundaries of respect should have been based on proper upbringing, but...