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Out under the portico and in the big first room of the British pavilion stand two identical yellow sculptures. Arch-backed and bums raised, as though in some difficult Pilates position, arms behind head and huge of erection, they look as if they are about to orgasm. If Jeff Koons’s balloon dog mated with a Franz West sausage, these two works by Sarah Lucas might be their priapic offspring. Each of their bodies provides a spider-like support for a humungous questing penis, reaching skyward. In the pavilion, the tip of the penis catches the light, gleaming white against the yellow walls.
Except it is not quite a penis, not exactly a sausage and not entirely a male body. Even the pendulous sagging balls have something breast-like about them. Named after Maradona, neither of these sculptures has a hand – only a blob at the end of their tubular resin limbs. The sculptures are an up-yours welcome to Lucas’s official British contribution to the 56th Venice Biennale. Her exhibition, I Scream Daddio, uses all the artist’s familiar tropes, yet Lucas still manages to surprise. The surprise for some is that she gets away with it, time and again. Lucas has a great knack for reinvention: she can make the familiar fresh.
Beyond these two yellow sculptures, in a series of custard-yellow rumpus rooms, figures wait for or recover from sex. Or maybe they’re just naked and hanging about. Cross-legged on the edge of a chair, one looks as if she’s dying for a pee. Another spreads her legs on an office desk, and one more lies on her stomach on a drop-leaf Formica kitchen table, waiting for the postman’s knock. One leans over a toilet bowl, while another straddles a concrete loo as if it were a horse. And they’re all having a fag, each of them with a cigarette poking out of their bum or their fanny and/or their navel. Anyone got a light? Each pose, and every body, is different. They could be us. In fact, some of these bodies are casts of people I know, each of them name-checked in the accompanying exhibition pamphlet. Here’s Margot and Sadie and Pauline, Lucas and her friends, her muses.
Lucas treads a line between the bawdy, the saucy and the abject. The bawdiness is in the bodies who have no heads or arms but somehow manage a cigarette, and don’t care what we think of them. The sauce is the yellow that covers the walls. It is the yellow of eggs and sunshine and the walls of Sir John Soane’s drawing room in his house in Bloomsbury. The abject is the drama of the hapless plaster bodies, a choreography of arrested moments.
Dedicated to basic human pervery and pleasure, Lucas’s pavilion gives us room after room of sculptural images, of the kinds of things people get up to when they’re left to their own devices. These are the pleasures of the body in the listless hours when we’ve nothing more constructive to do with ourselves. The figures are also like commands and positions from a highly constructed dance: front, back, spread, close, lift, bend, turn. If this is what bodies do, it is what sculpture does, too.
What are we meant to think about as we wander from room to room, with their mid-century modern furniture, the brand new washing machine, the sanitary porcelain and the giant fridge freezer, on which a cast of the bottom half of chef Margot Henderson reclines, like one of Ingres’s odalesques?
“The sculptures are set in a sea of custard,” Lucas writes. “Crème Anglais in other words.” She wants to put us all in a good mood. The off-white plaster bodies remind her of meringues in a dessert, with Fergus Henderson providing a recipe for iles flottantes in the catalogue. Lucas’s catalogue, rather than providing explanation (though it does, by devious default) continues her work by other means. Part sculptor’s notebook, part autobiography, part diary of her life in London and Suffolk, it is filled with disarming delights.
Among her figures, wretched black bronze cats – which look as if they’re made from black bin liners and tar – pad about. They lounge on the furniture and on breeze-block plinths, minding their own business, getting their own pleasures where they can, oblivious to ours.
(The Guardian)
Difficult to get a decent shot in this thoroughfare, but these days it is one of the most important public transport routes in the central part of Ipswich. It's rather a shame to see the name looking very tired and faded. (The bus was named after the late Jimmy James, a leading figure in local transport enthusiast circles in former years).
difficult postprocessing. two shots merged. One 30 sec with ND400 grey filter, one straight with 1/20 to get the lady sharp.
Self-portraits are so difficult to look at. Just like singers often hate the sound of their own voice, I thin photographers often hate the look at of their own face. Yet, self-portraits can help you become a better photographer in so many ways. This portrait is no different.
Man needs his difficulties because they are necessary to enjoy success. - A. P. J. Abdul Kalam .
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Series of 8 No 1
Before today, Hullia commoni had been extremely difficult to locate in the Greenmount bushland. We could only manage to find scattered individuals. Today’s observations changed all that.
Photo: Jean
Series of 8 No 2
Today for the first time we found that Hullia commoni were grasping the fronds of grass trees when copulating.
Photo: Jean
Series of 8 No 3
Grass trees are most unusual plants that look almost prehistoric in form – a sturdy trunk with a dense head of cascading fronds. Simply put, the taller ones are Kingia australis and generally the shorter ones are Xanthorrhoea preissii – both are different species with a somewhat similar morphology. Here you can gauge the height of some Kingia australis.
Photo: Jean
Series of 8 No 4
These grass trees grow among a plethora of stunning wild flowers and gum trees.
Photo: Jean
Series of 8 No 5
No 5-8. This afternoon we observed a lek of Hullia commoni in a wholesale process of copulation. This seemed to be a compliant, peaceful gathering of M-F with no apparent aggression. It was common to see up to 4 pair of Hullia copulating on the fronds of a single grass tree. Some were within 1 m of the ground while No 8 shows a pair on the upper tips of fronds to c. 2 m high. We observed and photographed Hullia sp. on the fronds of grass trees over an area approximately 100 m x 50 m. WOW! it was amazing to see so many and so easily visible on the grass tree fronds above the ground. Wish you were here to see this spectacle. We haven’t observed this mob behaviour in robber flies before. There were many more still to be seen as we left for home after 5 pm.
Photo: Fred
I hiked up to Kamikaze Falls. I took the steep old trail on the way up and the new trail on the way down. I still much prefer the old trail, especially now that a route has been established that by passes most of the mud holes.
There was so much spray from the falls I had a difficult time catching a photo between wiping the lens down....not to mention the dark shadows from the trees and the afternoon sun directly on the falls. It was beautiful though....I love the power of the water thundering down.
Difficult to get the right image with the lighting here. I wanted som light on the girl without blowing the bright end of the tunnel.
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Difficult for me to comprehend that this Celica is almost 30 years old.
Had done 118k miles at its most recent MoT. Inevitably there are a few corrosion-related items on its history, amongst other faults, but the owner seems to want to to persevere with it as it gets a pass every year.
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after Elsie had perfected her reindeer face makeup (see previous two photos) she turned to me and said it was time to have my face painted. Oh no, I thought, and held out my hand. Please paint something beautiful on my hand. Taking a photo iwth my left hand only wasn't easy, but I sat down to supper as Grangran and not as something from Elsie's imagination!
It's difficult to appreciate the size of the Confederate Memorial Carving from a photograph. The three men on horseback look almost small against the massive side of Stone Mountain. To give some perspective, two school busses could be parked on the back end of Robert E. Lee's horse. This magnificent memorial consists of three acres of chiseled granite making it the largest high relief sculpture in the world. For shear size it even surpasses the better known and more "politically correct" four heads on South Dakota's Mt. Rushmore.
In front is Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederate States of America, 1861-1865. The central and most prominent figure is that of General Robert E. Lee, and behind him is his right hand man, General Thomas J. "Stonewall" Jackson.
The carving, first envisioned in 1912, was not begun until 1923 and was finally completed in 1972. Three sculptors worked on the creation, the first being Gutzon Borglum, who later carved the Mt. Rushmore Memorial in South Dakota. Augustus Lukeman, the second sculptor, did the bulk of the work of carving the three central figures of the Confederacy on horseback. Lack of funding and other problems caused work of the sculpture to remain idle for 36 years. Then in 1958 the state of Georgia purchased the mountain and the surrounding land. Walker Kirkland Hancock of Gloucester, Massachusetts was chosen to complete the carving and work resumed in 1964. A new technique utilizing thermo-jet torches was used to carve away the granite. Chief carver Roy Faulkner did much of the fine carving, completing the work of art with the detail of a fine painting.
Dedication ceremonies for the Confederate Memorial Carving were held on May 9, 1970. Finishing touches to the masterpiece were completed in 1972.
THE THREE CONFEDERATE LEADERS depicted on Stone Mountain were all noble men who were champions of liberty for all people.
GENERAL ROBERT E. LEE was strongly opposed to slavery and when he inherited slaves through his wife's family he set them free. This was at a time when Union General Ulysses S. Grant was a slaveholder who refused to give up his slaves, continuing to work them throughout the War Between the States and even after the war was ended.
GENERAL STONEWALL JACKSON was a civil rights activist who organized black Sunday Schools through his integrated Presbyterian church in Lexington, Virginia, where African Americans were taught to read and write in preparation for their emancipation -and this was many years before the War Between the States. The black citizens of Lexington, Virginia, later raised money to erect a statue in his honor.
PRESIDENT JEFFERSON DAVIS had an adapted free black son who lived with him in the Confederate White House in Richmond, Virginia, as a member of his family.
Stone Mountain is the most popular State Park in Georgia, on the outskirts of Atlanta - a Southern city which is a model of racial harmony for the entire nation. I've been to Stone Mountain dozens of times over the years and on every visit I have seen people from every race and ethnticity peacefully enjoying themselves in this beautiful and historic setting.
Check out my CONFEDERATE DIGEST blog: www.ConfederateDigest.blogspot.com
In the Hispano-Muslim houses, the courtyard is vitally important. It is the core of family life, around which all the other rooms are distributed. It is difficult to distinguish the wealth of a family by looking at the external part of a house or palace, as opposed to its courtyard.
The palaces are like houses but larger and more densely decorated, though with the same structural pattern and functions. The Court of the Myrtles takes its name from the dense bushes of this plant, also called mirth, that grow on the longer sides of the pond
Originally these green areas were placed lower and with a greater variety of short trees to prevent their tops from rising too much.
The Pool plays an important part in the architectural and aesthetic definition of the site, with its surface of water that acts as a mirror and reflects the surrounding structures, generating a geometrical projection that breaks the structural horizontal lines of the place.
The Court was paved with sizable white marble slabs, although at the end of the 16th century the floor was enlarged. www.alhambra-patronato.es/index.php/The-Court-of-the-Myrt...
Difficult light under the canopies, hard to make FP4+ look as contrasty as this. No photobooks though.
a look back at the mack - and difficult to look at and take in as the building is now reduced to an empty shell after the second fire
Garnethill - June 2018
I find Razorbills really difficult to expose correctly, I think this one looks ok! Staple Island, Northumberland
Traffic jam on highway 20, Feb 27, 2008. Very slippery road that morning, there was a thin layer of ice under the snow that continued falling. It took 45 minutes more to get to work.
Difficult conditions, light nearly fading away, so i had to be quick to shoot - casual we were chilling with a few drinks before moving to the restaurant nearby. Love the dress
This was a difficult one due to the harsh red lighting that took over the whole image. Converting to Black and White, upping the contrast and reducing the clarity, whilst playing with the red/orange saturation sliders achieved this rather nice monochrome image which hopefully maintains the drama of the moment?
Typical manual brick breakers in Bangladesh, doing difficult daily work under challenging conditions to earn a small amount of money.
A very difficult old wooden puzzle. No original box, title I got is ‘Drei Männer im Schnee’ (German for three men in the snow). It is very difficult, because it is not only cut with very ‘sharp’ pieces which can go anywhere, but it is also shade line’ cut (since there is only grey….) and has 50 shades of grey! 😜
I think it dates from the 1930s-1940s.
The puzzle has 236 pieces (and to complicate it even further there was a replacement piece that was extra, because the original piece is also present). It is rather small: 22,4 x 29,9 cm, but a very nice complicated puzzle (I had made it about 15 years ago and remembered it was difficult, but didn’t want to look at the picture…)
As my holiday is over now, this was a nice one to ‘finish’ with, I’am afraid I won’t have a lot of time in the next few weeks.
A difficult anniversary for a lot of people but at this time, five years ago, Mallacoota residents were facing the worst Bushfire in recorded history. This is looking from Maramingo Fire Tower south towards Wingan River, that's Genoa Peak on the left, exactly one day before the fire reached Mallacoota, a distance of 23 kilometres. Started from Lightning that forked into two bolts just before it hit the ground, this is the Pyro cumulus smoke cloud that created its own lightning, sparking more spot fires ahead of the main blaze. Taken at 11.25 am on 30-12-2019.
my lovely new friend Amanda, check out her stream here.
so many great photos to pick from today's shoot - it was a difficult choice.
Wish I could say that I saw this incredible bird out in the wild, but, I can't : ) I have seen them a couple of times before, but they are so difficult to photograph, especially the male, who likes to hide.
The last but one time that I visited the Calgary Zoo was on 6 October 2015. I used to go fairly often, but my usual parking lot and Zoo entrance then closed for the winter. Since then, road construction and bridge replacement have been going on, but have now been completed. The drive to the north entrance of the Zoo is definitely out of my driving comfort zone, so I had been waiting for this day for a long time. June 26th 2018 was THE day - for me and for half the people in the city!! It was packed! I had decided to go before schools close for the summer. However, I suspect some schools had end-of-term Zoo visits on this day. Also, when I checked the weather forecast, rain was in the forecast for the next six days, so I knew i needed to go straight away.
My visit only covered about half the Zoo, as I usually spend a lot of time in the Conservatory, enjoying the plants and tropical butterflies. My daughter had taken a photo of a gigantic lily pad, Victoria Water Lily / Victoria amazonica, and I really wanted to see it. There were three or four of these in a tiny pool. I love the pattern on the underside of the upturned edge of each lily pad, I didn't see a huge variety of butterfly species that day, but there were enough to keep me happily clicking for a while. They vary from day to day, as new butterflies emerge from their chrysalises..
My intention had not been to visit the newly arrived Panda family, as I was sure there would be an extremely long line-up. However, I could see that there was no line-up at all and I was able to just walk in, which was great. How lucky we are to have these four amazing animals visit our Zoo. They were in an inside enclosure, full of plants - and Bamboo, of course. I'm not sure how many hours a day these animals sleep, but two of the three that could be seen slept for part of the time I was there. Had to smile at the very uncomfortable positions in which they slept. Part of the enclosure has glass, which made it almost impossible to get photos without the reflections of the crowds of people.
The Bactrian Camel had recently given birth to a baby, named Gobi - such a cute little thing. No sign of the Red Pandas when I passed their enclosure. One of the birds I love to see - though these birds tend to hide! - is the amazing Himalayan Monal. The male, especially, takes my breath away each time I see it.
A few hours well spent happily clicking. Hopefully, it won't be almost three years before my next visit, though the west entrance does close each winter. It felt so good to once again be back in a place full of colour and interest.
“This colourful bird is commonly called the Impeyan after Lady Impey, wife of the British chief justice of Calcutta, who first kept them in captivity on the grounds of their estate in the late 18th century. Lady Impey kept extensive notes about habitat and behaviour which were of great use to biologists in their work on native species.
These beautiful birds have a very large range throughout Asia in Bhutan, China, India, Myanmar, Nepal, Pakistan and Tibet. However, in some areas they are threatened due to poaching and other human disturbances to their environment.
They are to be found primarily in mountainous regions; in summer, they are found in rocky, grass-covered meadows and winter in coniferous and mixed forests.
Their diet includes seeds, tubers, shoots, berries, terrestrial insects and their larvae. They dig extensively with their bill, up to 25 cm deep, creating distinctive dug-over areas in their territory. They forage throughout the day.” From the Calgary Zoo.
Black and white photography of a woman having difficulties to choose between the numerous gravures of the beautiful places and buildings fo Brussels (Belgium). The photography was taken in the Grand-Place.
© Eliseo Oliveras
Dhaka, Bangladesh, 2009.
A nation's true heroes always remain behind the curtain.
The black curtain, created by us.
We, those who fear hard work.
....those who income millions a day signing some papers.
Who become very tired after one hour of work.
..............we are those demons, devouring their flesh and blood and calling them bastards because they don't know how to behave.
We know who are the true builders of a nation, yet ignore it.
Captured from Dhaka, Bangladesh.
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It's difficult to walk by the Capelo Art Gallery in Guanajuato without stopping to soak up the colors. It just sings out, "look at me, I'm special". I often walked by it and took photos. I lived in Guanajuato for a semester, while my daughter attended the University of Guanajuato there, taking Spanish lessons. Have vacationed there other times as well. Shots of this building with people walking by add more elements but may detract for the overall photo. What do you think?
BTW, if you plan a trip to Mexico, Guanajuato is a must see. I've traveled quite a bit in Mexico and this city is among the most beautiful and interesting, IMHO.