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My finger is rather squashed, it's hard to tell here but the fingernail definitely has a tighter curve than on my right hand.
Arthur Wood's version of how a Statue of Liberty, Brooklyn-style, should take shape. As Wood said in a NY Times article, May 2, 1991. p. B3, "What could other people do with more money?" Nothing finer I do believe.
The XXII Triennale di Milano, Broken Nature: Design Takes on Human Survival, consists of a thematic exhibition and several installations from international participants. It will run from March 1 to September 1, 2019. With the XXII edition, La Triennale di Milano reaffirms its decision to continue the tradition of the International Exhibition, the twenty-first edition of which was held in 2016 after a twenty-year hiatus.
The exhibition that gives the event its name and theme is curated by Paola Antonelli with Ala Tannir, Laura Maeran, and Erica Petrillo. The international participations will be solicited via official governmental channels.
The thematic exhibition Broken Nature will consist of three major commissions as well as numerous loans. An ambitious public program of events––with conferences, panels, workshops, screenings, and performances––for people of all ages will also complement the XXII Triennale.
This old truck has been there for so long I think someone should apply to the city of Port Coquitlam for "Heritage" status! The theme for the week is "Broken". I think it fits the bill. It's been broken for at least 10 years. Edits in Lightroom3, NIK, & CS5.
My old analogue television broke whilst viewing a load of my images. This was a shame, as it meant no more TV, but also interesting in terms of the fuzzy, skewed images that came out. Here they are.
This one is a crucifix.
imagine this is a heart with blood vessels. see that empty area in uper right corner? that's a broken heart. (older photo)
This is the finished product of a piece I had up earlier :) I am happy with it.
I used a 557-2B med General's charcoal pencil.
Lee Seung Ha intentionally crafts her wood nymphs with broken pottery shards and missing pieces. Their shattered features seem to speak of emotional rather than physical trauma.
I received my GI Brick package today and it contained a OM FG42. Well the mag that comes with it is broken!!!! I literally took it out of the bubble package and there it was in the little tiny box....broken.I am pretty upset that it arrived broken. I hope you guys can help! :(
First I couldn' believe my eyes, but is was real - a damaged 458 Italia -_-
09/11/11, Mülheim-Kärlich
good night everyone (I bought this mug in Lisbon, many years ago-it was my gift for Valeria; unfortunately it broke during the trip; she liked it so much anyway and she decided to fix it and keep it; and there she is now, looking as my soul mirror now)
Cameron Wagner threw a water balloon at Stephanie Wagner's car as we drove by...it broke the window. I was showered with glass and even got a wee little cut on my wrist. It was intense.
I may be broken, I may feel like I'm falling apart, but somehow something keeps pushing me. Yes, my soul has been touched, turned on. Yes there is a flicker inside. I'm not sure how it still burns, but the warmth is still there. Barely. it feels sometimes like the fire is dying, like the cold is setting in, the ice is capturing my heart. But somehow, something blows on that flame and makes it a little stronger for just a while, just long enough to melt the ice before it becomes so much that my heart stops beating. But I cannot cling to false hopes, hopes that I know will never come true, I have to let go, to move past it, to see the truth and take comfort in the fact that all things happen for a reason. And the only person I truly have to look to in order to make myself feel better is myself. There is no one else. That's what happens when you're alone. But it's okay...because I have to find myself in my own skin and be happy with that person i see in the mirror every morning. I'll get there.
Today I sang. Today I got up in front of a bunch of people, some of who I knew, some I didn't, and played with a group of musicians I've never played with before, and I sang my heart out. For no one but myself. There was no pressure, there was no one to prove anything to, it was just me, I only had to prove it to myself that I could do it and have the courage and faith in myself to do it, and I did. And you know what, it felt phenomenal. I wasn't nervous, i wasn't scared, I wasn't even excited, I just got up there, was comfortable, and did what I needed to do. I got so many compliments it blew me away. It was so easy. And I did it for me.
I have to thank George, for being so sweet and kind to me, for stepping up and saying what he did, for being a friend, for playing with me when I wasn't sure he would. I have a lot of respect for George and his music, he's one heck of a guitar player and I was honored to have him behind me.
Things will be okay. I have more support now than I ever have in my entire life and I'm still not sure what to do with it. But I will be okay. One day.
Put the power down one day and it just bent and snapped off, half the break is dirty showing it was cracked for some time prior to failure. This is the second one of these that have snapped like this on me. This one had not long been on a mountain bike having come from a mid 80's Halfords BMX. The other one came with the bike which was a 1991ish Townsend yakk smakka which i got for something like £50 when my aunty bought a 21inch ITT crt tv back in the day when tv's were expensive at something like £500.