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The 44th Chapter of Depthcore , "ECHOES" is officialy live here! www.depthcore.com/chapter/echoes/
This is one in a series of three drawings I made for this chapter.
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ART AND CULTURE CENTER OF HOLLYWOOD
KICKS OFF ITS 2014-15 EXHIBITION SEASON WITH ECHOS MYRON,
CURATED BY BEATRIZ MONTEAVARO AND PRIYADARSINI RAY
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Aug. 8, 2014
Contact: Charmain Yobbi, Manager, Public Relations and Community Partnerships
954.921.3274 x235
Art and Culture Center of Hollywood Kicks Off Its 2014-15 Exhibition Season Friday, Sept. 5 With Reception for Echos Myron, Where Art and Music Collide
Hollywood, Fla. – On Friday, Sept. 5 from 6:30 to 10 p.m., the Art and Culture Center of Hollywood kicks off its 2014-15 exhibition season with an artists’ reception for Echos Myron, curated by Beatriz Monteavaro and Priyadarsini Ray. The reception will feature live performances by Snakehole and Bank of Christ. Other exhibitions opening at the gallery during this reception are Sri Prabha: Outpost and Monica Uszerowicz: It’s Okay to Cry. This reception is free for members and $10 for non-members. Donation bar and light refreshments will be served. A panel discussion with Echos Myron artists moderated by Gean Moreno takes place at the Center on Wednesday, Sept. 24 at 6:30 p.m. These exhibitions will be shown through Sunday, Nov. 2 at the Center, 1650 Harrison St.
In Echos Myron, art and music collide. Musicians who make art will be shown alongside artists who make music. The participants in this exhibition collectively reflect the creativity and cross-currents at play in the Miami music scene from the early ‘90s to the present.
A wide array of processes and practices will be on display, including sculpture, painting, flyer art, photographs, installation, and more. Given the individuals whose work is included in this eclectic exhibit, a broad diversity of aesthetics come together to reveal the fertile and dynamic underpinnings of a creative scene thriving in Miami for the past two decades.
Artists participating in Echos Myron include Kevin Arrow, Eddy Alvarez, Greg Alvarez, Rene Barge, Dorys Bellow, David Alexander Bennett, Bleedingpalm, Dirk Brandon, David Brieske, Brian Butler, Autumn Casey, Amanda Castillo, Clifton Childree, Rick Diaz, Daniel Fiorda, Chris Garcia, Daniel Gorostiaga, Chris Garcia, Ricardo Guerrero, Jason Handelsman, Dave Kudzma, Chuck Loose, Paul Lewin, Niuvis Martin, Gustavo Matamoros, Ivy McClelland, Juan Montoya, Beatriz Monteavaro, Gavin Perry, Priyadarsini Ray, Jean Saiz, Christian Salazar, Rick Smith, Teajay Smith, Natalie Spargo, 3PQ, Maitejosume Urrechaga, Janette Valentine, Viking Funeral, and Janese Weingarten.
A mixed media artist originally from Hyderabad, India, Sri Prabha’s Outpost is a site-specific installation inspired by space, biology, and exploration. An otherworldly campsite is presented, bathed in video and natural sounds. On view are basic shelters and a symbolic fireplace surrounded by mixed-media works inspired by images taken by the Hubble Space Telescope, particle physics, microbiology, and an ongoing collaboration with the Patricia and Philip Frost Museum. Trained at the Cornish College of the Arts, he holds a master’s degree in clinical psychology.
Monica Uszerowicz is a photographer and writer living in Miami. Guided by the process of individuation as explained by Carl Jung, she uses her work to understand both the physical and subconscious components in her subjects, as well as their place in a collective narrative.In this way, even the redundant and the dull, whether overwrought or unseen, contains depths worth capturing and a weight that connects each individual to a larger story based in the collective unconscious.
Upcoming exhibitions at the Center include the following:
Nov. 14, 2014 – Jan. 18, 2015
•Dave Muller: Rock 'n' Old
•Middle galleries: Bhakti Baxter: Returning What Was Borrowed
•Project room:
yardbird Records Pop-Up record store curated by Michael Dean
•The Landing: Annie Buckley: The People’s Tarot
Feb. 6 – March 13, 2015 (closing reception/drawing March 13)
•Abracadabra: Eighth Annual Exhibition and Fundraiser
•Middle galleries: Kubiat Nnamdie
•Project room: Ernesto Kunde: Intertwined
•The Landing: Tom Virgin
March 27 – May 24, 2015
•Jose Alvarez: As Far As the I Can See
•The Landing: Regina Jestrow
June 12 – Aug. 23, 2015
•Wayne White: Maybe Now I’ll Get the Respect I So Richly Deserve
•Middle galleries: Douglas Hoekzema
Sept. 11, 2015 opens
•Sixth All-Media Juried Biennial
(Jurors Tami Katz Freiman/Ombretta Agro)
•Project room: #ACCH Instagram Winner Show
•The Landing: All 52 Instagram weekly winners’ photos
Gallery hours are Tuesday-Friday, 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. and Saturday-Sunday, noon to 4 p.m. Free parking is available at the Center, which is located at 1650 Harrison St. General admission to the Center’s galleries is $7 for adults; $4 for students, seniors, and children ages 4 to 17; and free to Center members as well as children under the age of 4. For more information on these exhibitions, please call 954.921.3274 or visit ArtAndCultureCenter.org.
The Art and Culture Center of Hollywood presents contemporary gallery exhibitions, artist lectures, live stage performances, and high-quality education programs for adults and children. It is the third oldest arts non-profit in Broward County and serves more than 60,000 people annually at three venues. The Center fosters a creative environment where new and challenging work can flourish through programs that reflect the highest standards of artistry and diversity.
The Art and Culture Center of Hollywood is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization supported in part by its members, admissions, private entities, the City of Hollywood, the Broward County Board of County Commissioners as recommended by the Broward Cultural Council; the State of Florida, Department of State, Division of Cultural Affairs, the Florida Council on Arts and Culture; and The Kresge Foundation. We welcome donations from all members of the community who wish to support our work.
Caption: Bleedingpalm is one of the artists featured in Echos Myron.
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Originally part of the Queen's University Archives this photo found its way to Bon Echo. The date is unknown but likely pre-1936 when the Inn burned. The water tower completed in 1901 (9 metres tall) was not connected to the Inn but was located about 30m immediately west.
Part of the Bon Echo Provincial Park Album
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Adjaratou Khalidou Ba, Mayor of Gouraye Municipality, visiting the village of Keur Samba Kandji in southern Mauritania.
"I welcome the the support of Action Against Hunger, ECHO and DFID, that is effectively supporting the health structures in the region in their fight against malnutrition.
"Nevertheless, facilitating women's access to land could also be an important means to fight against this phenomenon in our country because it would give more autonomy and resources to women to ensure good nutritional status for their children."
Photograph © Sylvain Cherkaoui/DFID/ECHO/ACF
A scene of kids playing and the echos of their laughter occurred in my mind while taking this picture, just to realize after looking at the picture in my camera that there's no one here... the echoes of kids' laughter in my mind just faded away as it's been fading away in other parts of the world including Syria, just to get replaced by the harsh sounds of war and violence, in the never ending cycle of filling that bottomless hole of human nature's primitive needs for power and money. And in the process we're loosing the sounds of innocence, the sounds of pure joy that draws a smile on every single person who sets eyes on a bunch of kids playing like there's no tomorrow...
I still have loads of wildlife photos to share with you, but since the rains have come in Nairobi our garden has blossomed again, and I've started with my macro shots again. Enjoy.
Echo in a cute baby-doll dress..
Dress by BabyChantillyAtelier on Etsy.
White lace undershirt made by NIKUSHASHOP on Etsy.
with pilot boat Huron Maid
Detroit, Michigan, USA
cargo
flag: Antigua-Barbuda
owner: Jungerhans Heavy Lift,
Haren Ems, Germany
Chartered by: BBC Chartering & Logistic GmbH, Leer, Germany
length: 139.03m / 455ft
built: 2010
ex names:
Industrial Echo 2015 - 2018
Delphinus J 2010 - 2015
The myth
A duck's quack certainly does echo around in a reverberation chamber, so a duck's quack does echo, which leads to the most interesting question. Why did the myth arise? There are a few possible explanations that I can think of:
•The quack does echo, but it is usually too quiet to hear. When you want to hear an echo, you usually make a very loud noise to make sure the reflection can be heard. But a duck quacks too quietly, so the reflection is too quiet to hear.
•Ducks don't quack near reflecting surfaces. You need a large reflecting surface, a mountain or building for the sound to reflect off. Maybe ducks don't hang around reflecting surfaces.
•It is hard to hear the echo of a sound which fades in and fades out.
As with many myths it's hard to say how or why they got started but this myth has been "busted" in several scientific experiments.
View of the Notch and Echo Lake from Artists Bluff. Cannon Mountain Ski Area is on the right and the Franconia Ridge is on the left.
"Echo 2009" - Verleihung des grössten europäischen Musikpreises am 21. 02. 2009 in der O2 World-Arena in Berlin.
© 2009 by SpreePiX Media Deutschland-
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The glow of the sun over the horizon during a spring evening on Echo Lake in Burlngton, WI.
Please, come follow me:
Alexa, let me tell you about you...
I've had Amazon's Echo for a little while now and for $99, I'm plenty happy with it. I can issue Alexa commands from anywhere in my place without raising my voice and Alexa will set a timer, check traffic, tell me the weather, do currency conversions (I've been travelling a bit lately), play some music, etc. Believe me, I wanted to make fun of this device like I do the Fire Phone, but the Echo actually has a place in my life and I enjoy it. I imagine that its feature set will only get better with time.
ECHO's director of Operations Steffen Stenberg visits Haiti in May 2012 to take stock of what has been achieved by the massive humanitarian response that followed the 2010 earthquake and cholera epidemic and to assess what are the challenges ahead.
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Le directeur des opérations d’ECHO, Steffen Stenberg, se rend en Haïti en mai 2012 pour faire le point sur les réalisations suite à la réponse humanitaire massive qui a suivi le séisme et l’épidémie de choléra de 2010 et évaluer les enjeux à venir.
© EU - Credits: EC/ECHO/Isabel COELLO.
This is just before you enter the park for Mount Evans. What a day. Those colors are real.
Available at Getty Images:
Jack of Diamonds
Echoes
Acte 3
I cleared my throat.
As they looked at me, I thought about how pretty the scene had been with the girls slithering out through the patio towards me as they had arrived back from the party.
Another thought played out in my mind.
Say, let’s go for a stroll
They both looked curiously up at me, Ginny then asking…
“What are you on about luv?”
With a hungry look, I nefariously told them…
“You two mentioned gardens, let’s take a walk through ours.”
Cadie piped up...
“There were lovely gardens outside the ballroom, we took a walk there, didn’t we Ginny?”
I nodded my head out towards the rose hedges.
“Exactly, and I would love to escort you both through ours.”
Cadie laughed.
“What mischief are you up to now?.”
Ginny, catching on, started to rise, I quickly stood up and helped her out. She placed a hand on my sister's shoulder as Cadie looked at me with a smirk.
“Come luv, think this may be fun, or at least interesting, enlightening even, or indeed sir, more like unburden I bet!”
Ginny went to the stairs leading down to the gardens and waited.
I saw that Cadie wasn’t catching on to Ginny’s comments, her mind was off elsewhere.
I went over and helped Cadie up from her seat. As she stood up, I felt my whole figure trembling, as I reached down underneath her rising figure and fingered the diamond broach now dangling down from her waist.
But at that moment she turned, and I lost hold. I looked at her, she hadn’t noticed.
But I saw that Ginny had, and she gave me a knowing wink.
Cadie went to the stairs and Ginny let her pass
“After you sweetie.”
Cadie smiled and went on down, heading directly to our “dance” area without waiting.
I started to follow, but Ginny held me back, whispering with an all too devious smile…
“Ok, Lad! Did you see the ice that girl in green is flashing? Especially that gem she’s got floating about at her waist?”
Ginny nodded toward Cadie and continued…
“I was just talking with her, eyeing it up. Far too lovely to pass up, dontca think?”
I nodded grinning.
“How wary is she?”
Ginny pulled me down the stairs
“Not at all wary, very trusting. This will be as easy as that diamond pin you lifted earlier off that rather cute chick.”
We followed the path going after my sister I whispered as we got closer to our target wearing the shimmering green gown “Trusting eh? Let’s just trust she doesn’t catch us at it.”
We went down and I escorted the pair as we began walking along the semi-circular path that led around Mum’s flowers, looking at all the rose bushes still in bloom.
Cadie was definitely feeling the effects of the wine, as was Ginny. As for myself, I was drunk on the role play, and a wee bit from the whiskey.
We strolled around the gardens, stopping to look at the flowers along the way.
At one point we were looking at the fountain that lay in the middle of the semi-circular stone garden path.
I moved around, looking at the girls as Ginny was asking Cadie something. Their jewels were still sparkling with an intoxicating mystical aire to my hungry thief’s eyes.
Both girls looked stunning in their long shiny gowns that served as enticing backdrops to those jewels. . Gorgeous and innocently vulnerable as my thief stalked them.
In my thief’s frame of mind, the girl in the green satin’s broach was especially noticeable, and my fingers tingled as I thought about lifting it from her as I studied it.
The girls began to move around the fountain, gowns sexily moving fluidly along their figures. I moved to rejoin the girls, very much enthralled by the prospect of attaining the broach as my focus was kept on it.
Meeting them halfway we began walking back to the pagoda.
Ginny suddenly stopped in front of a particularly large rose bush, catching my eye she nodded to me over Cadie’s shiny back, then nodded down, placing a finger to her nose.
I looked at my sister, innocently eyeing the roses. Then my eyes traveled down her luxurious gown till they saw the diamond broach hanging there.
I looked up and winked at Ginny.
Ginny then went up to the bush and pulling a ride down she smelled it.
“Mmm, Cadie smell this, it’s brilliant.”
Cadie came obediently over and did as told. Ginny had estimated the height perfectly. As Cadie bent down to smell, her broach was left dangling at my hand's height.
As if I was going to smell it also, I came along behind her bent-over figure, jostling into her sleekly covered body, my fingers tingling caressing along the waist of her gown. At the same time, Ginny nudged up against Cadie from the side, helping to distract our pretty victim as Ginny held up the rose to Cadie, 's nose.
My hands went underneath, easily locating the hanging broach, I nimbly worked it off the tingling silky green gown.
Cadie was totally oblivious to my doing so, even though we had just been discussing it a few minutes prior.
My hand holding her palmed broach behind my back, I place my free hand on her silken gown-covered back, telling her it was a lovely rose.
Cadie nodded, then stood up, smiling at me.
“Brilliant idea to go for a walk now, wasn’t it?”
We turned and continued along the garden path.
Ginny placed a hand on my shoulder, slowing me down while the girl clad beautifully in green satin obviously walked on ahead.
She whispered..,
“Show it to me.”
I opened my fist and she eyed the glittery bugger. She then complimented me using her best crook’s voice.
“Very Nice this. It pestered me all evening seeing that on her. She was just too Naively innocent to be allowed out wearing such a showy piece A brilliant move you made getting it off the chick.”
Ginny caught her breath, then looked at me with fox-like eyes…
“Now lad, I just saw two wealthy dames out walking in the gardens. Easy pickings I’d say. One is in green wearing a totally adorable necklace. The second is an utterly gorgeous lady wearing black satin. The diamonds around her wrist are unbelievably valuable, don’t let her tell you anything different. But be careful, they appear to be alone, but we’re with two hulking lads earlier. Now go to it.”
I winked and nodded, totally loving Ginny’s idea for additional Role play.
As she caught up to Cadie, I quickly walked off through the gardens and greedily, crouched next to a rose bush on the other side of the path
I looked over the twinkling broach I had lifted, smiling. Ginny wasn’t lying when she said she liked it. For, like my sister’s bracelet, Ginny had borrowed and worn it on numerous occasions when we were out for an evening.
I then heard the girls chattering coming in close. I pocketed the jewel and made ready to acquire some more.
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I watched them walk, er swish, towards me. As soon as they stopped at a flowering bush, I circled around with sinister intentions.
As they approached I stepped out of the shadows…
“Evening ladies, pleasant one for a stroll.”
Giggling both girls agreed. Ginny places a hand on her bare throat, bracelet, and rings flashy with a rich fiery brilliance.
Overcome with emotion relating to what I was preparing to do, I cleared my throat.
“If I may ask, where are the two rather handsome gents I saw you dancing with earlier?”
Cadie playin along famously, smiled with an all too cute foxy grin…
“Oh those two prats, wanted to sneak off to the parking lot for a smoke, alone, didn’t they? So we decided to set off on our own.”
I looked around, asking with tone downed curiosity…
“So you too pretty ladies are out here on your own?”
Ginny smiled…
“Pretty? Why thank you, sir. Yes, we were quite alone out here, but now not so much with you here. Pray tell darling, why are you asking?”
I was drooling as I looked the pair over. Their sexy gowns richly shining, copious jewels exquisitely twinkling. Their breasts betrayed their aroused feelings as they imagined the peril they could be in if this was real instead of role-play.
My feelings surged hot as I said the words…
“I’m asking because I am about to rob the pair of you blind!”
They both looked at me aghast with horror ( Did I ever mention that these two are seasoned actresses who can fall easily into a role?).
I held out my hand, fingers beckoning.
“Now hand over your pretty purses.”
As they did Cadie said with relief.
“So that’s it right, like in the American black and white movies, you just wanted our purses.”
I smirked as I took their purses from them.
“In some movies perhaps, but not in anything I would make.”
I opened a purse and Held it out like a Halloween trickster.
“Now, starting with you red, remove your jewellery and place it inside this.”
With a long sigh, my sister did as the thief instructed. Without breaking her gaze off me, She undid her emerald/diamond bracelet and let it fall flickering inside the purse. Then pulling off her rings plopped them in also. Lastly, she felt down to undo her broach. Finding it missing she looked down, hair falling, then looked back up at me.
“That was positively evil of you.”
Ginny giggled.
“Just call him Arsène Lupin, luv.”
Cadie then stepped, back still staring at my smug expression with with a bewildered one of her own as her hand still held her de-broached gown’s waistline.
I lifted her necklace, admiring the dazzling brilliance of its emeralds/diamonds with unabashed desire.
I snarled in my best villain’s accent.
“Undo it, lady.”
Going behind her neck she unhappily unhooked the magnificently sparkling necklace she had been invitingly wearing out this evening.
It was a very tempting prize I thought as she pulled it swaying from her around her neck and laid it gently inside the purse.
I turned towards Ginny, holding out the small, now bulging purse.
“Ok, black bird you’re next to be trimmed.”
She hesitated…
“Please sir, don’t take all my jewels, they’ve been in my family for ages.”
Without an answer to her plea, I reached over and lifted her hair, exposing one of the sparklers she had hanging from her earlobe.
“Your earrings luv, let me have them .”
She reluctantly reached up, rings and wide bracelet coming into dazzling life, while pulling back her long silken curls, fully exposing her dangling diamond earrings. They shimmered with decadent delight.
With sad puppy eyes, she pulled the glittering pretties out, mumbling as they were each added to the purse I was holding out.
“They were beginning to bother me anyhow.”
She then pulled off all her rings, the last giving her some trouble.
She looked miserably up at me.
“It isn’t coming off.”
I gently lifted her hand and placed her finger on my mouth, I greedily, forcibly, managed to suck it off.
Spitting it into the purse I held up her hand, looking at her wrist.
“The bracelet lass, I’ll be having it also.”
Ginny pulled away her arm, arguing,
“But it’s not real.”
Cadie piped in…
“I lent it to her, it’s only paste.”
I chuckled…
“Nice try both of you. My inside man told me it was probably the most expensive piece that was being worn at the party tonight. None of the baubles worn by any other lady was close to this bracelet's value. He managed to get a good look at it when he was asking your friend to dance. He was dumbfounded you were foolish enough to have it on this evening.”
Which was no lie, like I said earlier, the real one was a museum piece worth over £1,000,000. And for tonight’s role play, this was it.
Ginny sighed dramatically as she undid the ultra-showy piece, then looked at it dangling in her fist where it looked like a far too shimmery snake as she pleaded.
“It’s priceless. Please take it, but give us back the rest of our jewels.”
I pulled it from her grasp and dropped it inside the purse.
“Sorry, my princesses, I’ll keep it all.”
I heard Cadie whine.
“You’re an unscrupulous scoundrel, sir.”
Nodding in agreement, I snapped the purse closed. Then holding both in my right hand I took the liberty of quickly patting down both sensuously dressed girls for any hidden valuables as they giggled out of character.
Before turning and disappearing into the shadows I then nodded to each of them…
“Thank you ladies.”
I heard renewed giggling behind me…
“ Hey, Mr. thief. Hope it pays those parking tickets.”
To be continued
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The echoes in this passage were sick. I snapped this in the University of Michigan law quad today during my photo walk. As you can see by the comments, I took a bunch. I'm kind of obsessed with narrow alleys, hallways and passages like this.
Evangelos Petratos, ECHO expert for Shelter and WASH based in Bangkok, and an architect by training, proudly stands on one of the 16 new foot bridges funded by ECHO which span some of the rivers and canals in the Mekong Delta, Vietnam.
Photo Credit: Evangelos Petratos, Mekong delta, Vietnam, EU/ECHO March 2014
"Echo" -Trapt
Do I expect to change, the past I hold inside,
with all the words I say,
repeating over in my mind,
somethings you can't erase, no matter how hard you try,
an exit to escape is all there is left to find.
Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why
I'll run away with you by my side
I'll run away with you by my side
I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride,
Until this echo, echo, echo, echo in my mind
Until this echo, echo, echo, echo can subside
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so today I have atherapyappointmet in about an hour... then going to buy hair ye...not sure what color yet...but i need a very big change. guess the lasrge tattoo wasn't enough... unless they bring me away from therapy to the hospital, which could be a possiblity...because today is my tell-all day. fuck t- why not. isn't that what therapy is for? Number on the scale getting slightly larger...depression in the rst of me is getting worse and worse....i don't think it will ever make sense. I will look like a scum bag b/c i haven't taken a shower in two days...but i did brush my teeth, wash my face, shave my armpits and put deoderant on. haha.
I'm sared out of my mind truefully...but then again, maybe Drew was right- maybe it is what I need. A place where I don't have to hide everything all the time...where I can be who I am... ugh. I dunno...just hope I'm bak to post a picture later...but this is my spark of sanity right here....
Notes: from a publicity series for Blue Mountains City Council.
Aerial view of the Echo Point complex showing the earlier lookouts, car parks, walking tracks and the central garden beds.
Format: medium format colour film
Date Range: 1968
Location: Katoomba
Licensing: Attribution, share alike, creative commons.
Repository: Blue Mountains Library library.bmcc.nsw.gov.au
Part of: Local Studies Collection
Provenance: BMCC Publicity files
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