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Supportive turtle checking in on its green heron buddy who seems to be having an existential crisis.
I spent the past few days in Colorado and had the wonderful opportunity to climb the 13,857 ft. Clinton Peak - marking my 84th of the 100 highest in Colorado. On the way up, my friend Ethan and I stopped at Wheeler Lake to take in these post-sunrise views of 14,295 ft. Mount Lincoln, Colorado's 8th highest peak. Also featured in the scene is a huge crop of rose crown wildflowers in the foreground. I have to tell you, I really needed this wilderness adventure to fill up my existential fuel tank. It was awesome being back in Colorado to visit my favorite places and people. Hope you like this shot!
The Principles Of Change - Intrinsic Spiritual Recognition by Daniel Arrhakis (2018)
With the music : Overcome by James Paget
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The Contemplative Recognition of our own existence as universal spiritual beings. The awareness of ourselves beyond the physical body, the timeless soul that illuminates matter and animated it with movement and transformation.
The awareness of the Intrinsic Spiritual Being that goes far beyond our own and unites all living beings in an equilibrium that is renewed and transformed in a timeless and universal way.
The consciousness of ourselves as spiritual beings is the beginning of an individual path of transformation and acquisition of knowledge to respond to our existential doubts and recognition of our role in the Universe.
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O Reconhecimento contemplativo da nossa própria existência como seres espirituais universais. A consciência de nós próprios para além do corpo físico, a alma intemporal que ilumina a matéria e que a anima de movimento e transformação.
A consciencialização do Ser Espiritual Intrínseco que vai muito para além de nós próprios e que une todos os seres vivos num equilíbrio que se renova e se transforma de forma intemporal e universal.
A consciência de nós próprios como seres espirituais é o inicio de um caminho individual de transformação e aquisição de conhecimento para responder às nossas duvidas existenciais e reconhecimento do nosso papel no Universo.
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A wonderful final of the week dear friends, thank you for your visit, kind comments and support, returning better but very late with you all ! So sorry once more !
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This is a photo of the reflection of overhanging oak tree branches on ripple patterns on the river that were created by droplets of rainwater dripping off of the branches. I mirrored and copied the photo twice to make it a two axial symmetrical mirrored image. The intriguing detail in the patterning of this river mandala is best seen when the image is enlarged to full screen.
In Tibetan Buddhism, and Jungian psychology, the symbolism of a mandala is viewed as visually expressing concepts about the nature of reality. Looking at this mandala image derived from forms in nature, I see a matrix of polarities that flare out into a bio-electro-sphere; the orb of a planet reverberating with the conscious energies of two-axial cosmic energy fields; the experiences of the existential sacred polarities of dying and being born; human consciousness and perception manifesting in the being polarities of the psyche: feeling and knowing, sensing and intuiting; or on the vast scale of the universe, the parameters of reality manifesting as the cosmic dualities of time and space.
Looking at the pareidolia suggested by this mandala image, I see on the horizontal axis that there is a fierce onrushing Aztec sacrificial bird deity, its three-clawed wings spread wide, and on the vertical axis, a turban-wearing wizard presides at the top of the totem pole-like column of interlacing entities. And at the center of the mandala image, there seems to be a singularity vortex that like a blackhole, is sucking, or cycling matter out of the dimension of existence. or material reality.
The double bilateral symmetry of the mandala structure suggests the mystical concept expressed in the axiom, or aphorism, As Above So Below, that is, the oneness and interconnectedness of all reality. The symbolism of a mandala visually represents the concept that consciousness is an attribute or dimension of the material universe, permeating creation on all scales, from the molecular to the cosmic, with the human scale being the midpoint in that vast continuum of dimensions, and human consciousness being the mystic central fulcrum mediating the connection between higher and lower spiritual dimensions.
"For Ben Russell, the Science Museum’s Doctor Who-like curator of mechanical engineering, robots are nothing like the existential menace they have been cracked up to be. They are magic tricks. They are ingeniously contrived fragments of the human mind and body, but nowhere close to mastering the fine motor skills or mental adaptability of a five-year-old. And their role in our society has barely changed in 500 years." - The Times, Feb 7 2017
Giuseppe Migneco (Messina, 9 February 1903 - Milan, 28 February 1997) fisherman with net (1990) mixed media on paper 36 x 30 cm - exibition "a window on the great art of the 20th century" - Palazzo del Popolo Todi
è stato un pittore italiano, ricordato come uno dei maggiori espressionisti del novecento. I suoi colori sempre forti e vivaci che ricordano la sua Sicilia dai tratti violenti e netti, i volti duri e coraggiosi rendono le sue tele espressione della lotta esistenziale, nel continuo e profondo confronto con l'umanità e con gli eventi che l'assediano, nella coscienza e nella speranza di libertà e di memoria, al di là dell'assurda solitudine dell'esistenza.
was an Italian painter, remembered as one of the greatest expressionists of the twentieth century. His always strong and lively colors that recall his Sicily with violent and clear features, the hard and courageous faces make his canvases an expression of the existential struggle, in the continuous and profound confrontation with humanity and with the events that besiege it, in the conscience and in the hope of freedom and memory, beyond the absurd solitude of existence.
Severance of Light
Gregory Scott
What begins as an ascension — fierce, radiant, undeniable — is violently unmade. In Severance of Light, energy once pure and rising is shattered mid-stream, split by a brutal rupture that annihilates its trajectory. Hope is not dimmed — it is extinguished. Love is not lost — it is betrayed. This is the precise moment when creation turns on itself, when brilliance is severed by unseen hands, and the upward path collapses inward.
The central fracture is not just visual — it’s existential. A blade of darkness cuts through the ascending flow, leaving scorched remnants of what could have been: dreams aborted, joy crushed, divinity turned to debris. Rage pulses in the linework. Grief bleeds in every fracture. Here, in the wake of beauty's murder, hate becomes the new architect.
This is not the fall from grace. This is the execution of grace.
---GSP
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The most visible and delicate ecosystem of Karachi, a city with a profound coastal environment, is that of the mangrove forests that thrive in the mingled salt and freshwater where the Indus River meets the Arabian Sea.
These forests, however, are under existential threat for a number of reasons, particularly along the city coastline. There is untreated municipal waste and industrial pollution causing still-undetermined amounts of damage, there is exploitation of the trees by the area’s communities for use as firewood, building material and fodder and, most alarmingly, there is the chopping down of the forests to make way for coastal development projects.
The Pakistani coastline stretches for around 990 kilometres, with the Exclusive Economic Zone – the sea zone in which the state has special rights over marine resources – covering an area of about 240,000 square kilometres. Meanwhile, the 220-kilometre Sindh coastal belt, characterised by a network of tidal creeks and numerous islands with mangrove vegetation, is divided between the Indus Delta system and the Karachi coast. The former is home to the largest arid climate mangroves in the world, while mangrove forestation also dots the latter.
A vast ecosystem
According to the Sindh Coastal Community Development Project, the extensive mangrove swamps of Sindh spread over approximately 100,000 hectares. The black mangrove, with aerial roots growing up out of the mud, is the most common species. The forests also house the red mangrove, Rhizophora mucronata, Ceriops tagal and Aegiceras corniculatum, as well as several species of marine seaweed that often grow as algal mats on the surface of the mud.
The mangrove swamps, creeks and mudflats serve as a breeding ground for a diverse variety of marine life along the Sindh coastline, such as mussels, oysters, shrimp and fish, which move offshore as they grow. Some species of migratory birds, too, use the swamps as wintering grounds.
It is not just animals and vegetation that are supported by the vast ecosystem formed by Sindh’s mangroves. The 100,000 people living along the northern edge of the Indus Delta use an estimated 18,000 tons of mangrove firewood each year, while the leaves and shoots are used as fodder for livestock.
The mangroves, beautiful as they are, offer more than just aesthetic value: they can greatly benefit both the city and the country if they are properly harnessed. Protecting them could enhance the financial dividends for the fishing industry. Research has also proved that they can act as a barrier against tidal flooding and coastal erosion, as their roots, embedded in the coastal land, provide shoreline stability.
Another important yet neglected element of the viable use of the mangroves is recreation. Countries with these natural assets often develop ways to utilise coastal mangrove forestation as sites for exciting recreational activities, which not only draw tourists and have tremendous financial value but also provide educational benefits.
Farhan Anwar is an urban planner and runs a non-profit organisation based in Karachi focusing on urban sustainability issues
Published in The Express Tribune, February 2rd, 2015.
Even Barbie, with her perfectly coiffed hair and an impressive resume of dream jobs (astronaut, vet, cupcake chef—what can’t she do?), needs a moment of reassurance now and then. After all, even a gal living her best life in a pink mansion with a pool might occasionally steer her convertible off course. That’s where her pink lighthouse steps in—a beacon of hope for Barbie-sized existential crises. Its glowing light says, "Hey, relax, girl. We’ve got this." It’s less about storms and more about those days when you accidentally mismatch your stilettos or your Malibu dream house Wi-Fi goes down.
Security for Barbie isn’t about braving hurricanes; it’s about staying fabulous through life’s little hiccups. A lighthouse is the ultimate signal to pause, adjust your tiara, and sparkle forward. Because let’s face it—if even Barbie needs a guiding light sometimes, the rest of us are definitely allowed to lose our way, too. Just remember: whatever happens, always accessorize appropriately for the journey.
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Man, I Feel Like a Woman
Take a breath, prepare to bow, you're about to experience your very own personal life's curtain call. Let the applause ring in your ears. You deserve it for making it this far.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
Tribute to Cesco Dessanti
Tra pochi giorni ricorre l’anniversario della scomparsa, avvenuta un anno fa, del geniale Artista pittore espressionista e poeta Cesco Dessanti. Voglio ricordare e rendere omaggio, per quanto mi sarà possibile, con 8 fotografie che aiutino a comprendere questo grande Artista , particolare persona che ha sempre vissuto con la schiena dritta ed enorme coerenza pagando spesso in prima persona questo difficilissimo percorso esistenziale ed artistico. PER MAGGIORI INFORMAZIONI VEDERE L'ALBUM “ Tribute to Cesco Dessanti”
In a few days the anniversary of his death, which took place a year ago, the brilliant artist expressionist painter and poet Cesco Dessanti. I want to remember and pay tribute, as much as I possibly can, with seven photographs that help to understand this great artist, especially someone who has always lived with your back straight and enormous consistency often paying firsthand this very difficult existential and artistic journey.
FOR MORE INFORMATION SEE THE ALBUM "Tribute to Cesco Dessanti"
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your will and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah
'Hallelujah' written by Leonard Cohen
Peformed by k.d. lang
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Shoot location:
Horses
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The entrance to the Japanese Garden at Huntington Library in San Marino, CA. Photographed 06-09-2018. Processed 11-11-19.
North Arm Farm
Mount Currie
Pemberton BC
North of Whistler & Blackcomb Ski Areas
iPhone 8 camera
This was the background view for a wedding of one of my daughter's best friends July 22/23. I have added a slight "Van Gogh" Topaz Studio look.
We are very fortunate in the Pacific North West to have excellent summer weather with no forest fire smoke, and no heat domes like much of the northern hemisphere. There are multiple major forest fires in northern BC however.
Climate change is very real and is an existential warning for all of us on our planet. Real change is required right now, not just talk and deferral. Denial will lead to tragic consequences.
I've been so inactive with my poor dolls lately D: I'll be graduating soon though so school things have taken a lot of time (...pffft as if, I'm just procrastinating everything)
Miercoles, 17 de febrero / Wednesday, february 17 2010
Autorretrato (Selfportrait)
Aveces tengo "crisis existenciales", en donde me siento estancada y un poco perdida.
La creatividad se me escapa de la manos, la inseguridad me consume y me desespero por salir de "ahi"...
Adoro la fotografia... sin embargo, este "arte" tiene la extraña ambiguedad de liberarte y en ocasiones (cuando las cosas no fluyen) hacerte sentir atrapado.
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Sometimes I have "existential crisis", where I feel stagnant and a little lost.
Creativity slips out of my hands, insecurity consumes me and I despair to get out of "there"...
I love photography ... however, this "art" has the strange ambiguity of make you free and sometimes (when things don't flow) make you feel trapped.
Like so many abandones schools and farms, this school has a long history of returning students with words and lately more grafittists as its existential isolation allows one to imagine what it must have been like to be so far away from all other touchstones.
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a sky for peoples and a space for us by Karly Cywink are two of over 35 public artworks on display across the City of Mississauga.
Karly Cywink, 2023
Digital Illustration, printed on vinyl
IDEA Square One (Square One Mall, Second Floor)
“a sky for peoples is inspired by my recent obsession with the sky and everything that it can hold. I’ve been taught that the sky provides a place for guidance in many different aspects of life; from practical resources, identity, to the observation of spiritual beings. It’s a place that I often find myself gazing up at subconsciously. It’s a place I know I can sit and stare at and ponder the mundane, like what I should get for groceries this week, as well as the existential question of what our meaning is. I don’t truly know what the skies tell me, but I get lost in thought every time and often come away feeling better. To me, this piece inspires thought and question, innovation and creation, and an overall sense of want and yearning for something new and exciting.
a space for us is both the counterpart and opposite to a sky for peoples. Just like its sister, a space for us is inspired by the thought-provoking beauty of both natural and manmade objects that surround us, in our everyday life. As someone who has spent the better part of my life living and visiting rural spaces, landscapes have always been something that I find quite captivating. They are something that I often find are unfortunately overlooked in the urban spaces, that most of us find ourselves in. There are views that can inspire flow and thinking, in a multitude of contexts. We let go of the privilege to see and marvel at these mundane landscapes, in favour of the busy and sprawling landscape in our urban environments.
I hope these pieces inspire us, as creatives and innovators, to take a step back and revisit the not-so-obvious beauty of the land that allows us to be here.”
– Karly Cywink
Unfortunately there is this TV monitor blocking the view.
DALLE mini is a AI-based text-to-image software program. I decided to give it some existential prompts. In response to the koan "When you can do nothing, what can you do?" these images rightly display confusion.
I mean:
"Allan: What are you doing Saturday night?
Woman: Committing suicide.
Allan: What about Friday night?" –Play It Again, Sam (1972)
Good as the best! Now that is a gambult of life and death, a tumbling trick of brevity. Existential. In such speech, I also would not be chained by the cadence of iambic pentameter. Out, you rogue! You pluck my foot awry.
I’d be out of the confinement of theater plays, where all parts, even women, were played by men. If I were Allan, I could screen-write, produce, film, and act in movies with both men and women. I want to kiss the supporting actress and mean it. Good cheer, lady; Now turn me towards your comfort. (I guess that scene will have to be dated Friday night.) Here I come Paris of color and moody New York of black and white!
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Photo of Wedgwood artwork, Staffordshire, England, founded 1759
Title: Bust of Shakespeare, 1865
Material: black basalt stoneware
Venue: Milwaukee Art Museum, Wisconsin
Waiting
This interplay of colours in this photo visually highlight the man while creating a sense of isolation and melancholy. The warmth of yellow contrasts with cooler tones of red and green, hinting at the individual's detachment and alienation within the vibrant scene.
The man's solitude in the bustling car park symbolises the existential condition of being alone and grappling with isolation and meaninglessness. The empty space around him embodies existential angst—the individual's struggle for significance within an indifferent world. Additionally, juxtaposing the figure against symbols of consumerism (the vending machine and car) underscores the emptiness of material pursuits, and the existential void that remains despite the distractions of modern life.
the last light of the week cuts sharply through the city, carving out silence where noise has been. christopher, the bookseller, sits in its path, framed by the weight of his own stories. smoke curls into the cold air, dissolving like unfinished sentences. his wristwatch catches the light—a quiet reminder that time moves even when he does not. in his hands, a book, pages worn, read by others before him, waiting for those who come after. the moment feels borrowed, as if palma itself paused for just a breath.
I have this reoccurring dream where I'm walking along a railroad track that stretches into an unknown surreal world. As I walk, the landscape morphs and shifts with each passing moment. With each step, I think that the dream is about to reveal its true intentions and I will arrive at a destination. Then I wake up.
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Phrases from “The Good News - Frasi da “La Buona Novella” –
In the pity that does not give in to rancor, mother, I learned love.
Nella pietà che non cede al rancore, madre, ho imparato l’amore.
(il testamento di Tito);
I don't want to think of you as the son of God, but as the son of man, my brother too.
Non voglio pensarti figlio di Dio, ma figlio dell’uomo, fratello anche mio.
(Laudate Hominem);
If you had not been the son of God, I would still have you as my son.
Non fossi stato figlio di Dio, t’avrei ancora per figlio mio.
(Tre Madri);
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Alda Merini:
“The Cross is not a Roman pole, but the wood on which God wrote his gospel”.
“La Croce non è un palo dei romani, ma il legno su cui Dio ha scritto il suo vangelo.
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Good Friday is an anniversary which in Sicily acquires a cathartic meaning for those who are searching, not only photographically, for popular traditions (we find them widespread throughout Sicily), which are nothing other than a social, cultural event, which merge into a single past and present; from the web "popular traditions are a historical memory linked to customs and rituals that have given shape to the values and beliefs of that culture". Easter in Sicily can be a source of research, it can appear not without contradictions, citing the thoughts of that great Sicilian thinker Leonardo Sciascia, for him Sicily cannot be called Christian referring to the Sicilian festivals, at most it is only in appearance, in those properly pagan explosions tolerated by the Church; Sciascia addresses the topic as an introductory essay in the book "Religious celebrations in Sicily", illustrated with photographs of a young and still unknown Ferdinando Scianna, a book that did not fail to raise some controversy due to the Sicilian thinker's introductory note, thus being in open controversy with the sacredness of that popular Sicilian devotion (the book was criticized by the Holy See newspaper, the Osservatore Romano), Sciascia writes: “what is a religious festival in Sicily? It would be easy to answer that it is anything but a religious holiday. It is, first of all, an existential explosion; the explosion of the collective id, where the collectivity exists only at the level of the id. Since it is only during the celebration that the Sicilian emerges from his condition of a single man, which is the condition of his vigilant and painful superego, to find himself part of a class, of a class, of a city". Another Sicilian thinker, writer and poet, Gesualdo Bufalino, provides interesting indications on the meaning that Sicilians give to these traditional popular events, he says "during Easter every Sicilian feels not only a spectator, but an actor, first sorrowful and then exultant , for a Mystery that is its very existence. The time of the event is that of Spring, the season of metamorphosis, just as the very nature of the rite is metamorphic in which, as in a story from the Puppet Opera, the battle of Good against Evil is fought. Deception, Pain and Triumph, Passion, Death and Resurrection of Christ are present."
In short, Easter in Sicily is a deeply felt anniversary throughout the island since ancient times, it has always had as its fulcrum the emotional participation of the people, with representations and processions which have become rites and traditions which unequivocally characterize numerous Sicilian centres, which they recall the most salient moments narrated in the Gospels and which recall the Passion, Death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ, with processions formed by the various brotherhoods (sometimes with theatrical re-enactments) which have within them contents and symbols often coming from the Spanish domination, which took place in Sicily between the 16th and 17th centuries
This year, for Good Friday, I was looking for traditions that were "outside the most well-known circuits", in the past I have alternated traditional religious processions known, with lesser-known ones; I considered various possibilities, then I decided to go to a town that is described as being located in a remote and isolated location in the province of Messina, the town is Capizzi. Good Friday in Capizzi takes place in two phases, there is the daytime procession in which three floats are carried on the shoulders, that of the Ecce Homo, that of the Sorrowful Virgin, and that of the Pietà (with the Virgin Mary holding her Dead Son in her arms), then there is the afternoon procession, which continues until late in the evening, in this evening procession the float carrying the Ecce Homo is missing, while two others are added, there is the one with the Urn carrying the Dead Christ (this figure, that of the Dead Christ, in Capizzi, is called "Father of Divine Providence"), and there is the float carrying the "Holy Cross", on it, during the route along the streets of the town, you can see the villagers placing long linen sheets, who often lean out directly from the balconies or windows of their houses to place them over it. The procession is made up of devotees and local personalities, the police and Capizzi's musical band, and two brotherhoods, that of the SS. Sacrament (the brothers are recognizable by a light yellow cloak), and that of the Good Death (whose followers wear a black cloak); the procession advances along the route in absolute silence, silence is Sacred, the bells stop ringing, the procession walks slowly, an exception to the silence comes from the sad, mournful music played by the band and the drumbeats played in mourning; the route includes steep descents, and equally steep (and tiring) climbs. The afternoon-evening procession reaches the locality of "Tre Croci", here the Archpriest, Don Antonio, delivered his panegyric, using profound words, full of Hope, Charity, Love, remembering that Christ always forgives everyone. In the afternoon, in the Mother Church, the celebration of the Passion of Christ takes place; we witness the rite of the Adoration of the Holy Cross, and the veneration of the "Father of Divine Providence", subsequently there is the rite in which the Archpriest sprinkles the body of the Dead Christ with rose petals, and anoints it with perfumed oils (to recall what is written in the Gospel of John (19:38-42), Joseph of Arimathea, a disciple of Jesus, secretly for fear of the Jews, asked Pilate for permission to take the body of Jesus, Pilate agreed, but Nicodemus also joined Joseph, carrying about thirty kilos of a mixture of myrrh and aloe, sprinkling it on the body: they took the body of Jesus, wrapped it in bandages together with the aromas, according to the funeral custom of the Jews). During the rite of the Adoration of the Cross, in the Mother Church (and also in the Tre Croci area), there is a song sung by the young people of the village, who in chorus sing the “song of the improperia”, which would be in sung form the reproaches that Jesus Christ addresses to his people, because they were responsible for His crucifixion: it is therefore a plaintive dialogue between the crucified Christ and his people; this song dates back to the sixth century, having arrived in the West from the Church of Jerusalem.
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Il Venerdì Santo è una ricorrenza che in Sicilia acquista un significato catartico per chi è alla ricerca, non solo fotografica, delle tradizioni popolari (le troviamo diffuse in tutta la Sicilia), che altro non sono che un evento sociale, culturale, che fondono in un tutt’uno passato e presente; dal web “le tradizioni popolari sono una memoria storica legata ad usanze e ritualità che hanno dato forma ai valori e alle credenze di quella cultura”. La Pasqua in Sicilia può essere fonte di ricerca, essa può apparire non priva di contraddizioni, citando il pensiero di quel grande pensatore Siciliano che fu Leonardo Sciascia, per lui la Sicilia non può dirsi cristiana riferendosi alle feste Siciliane, al massimo lo è solo in apparenza, in quelle esplosioni propriamente pagane, tollerate dalla Chiesa; Sciascia affronta l’argomento come saggio introduttivo nel libro “Feste religiose in Sicilia”, illustrato con fotografie di un giovane ed ancora sconosciuto Ferdinando Scianna, libro che non mancò di sollevare qualche polemica per la nota introduttiva del pensatore Siciliano, essendo così in aperta polemica con la sacralità di quella devozione popolare Siciliana (il libro fu oggetto di una stroncatura da parte del quotidiano della Santa Sede, l’Osservatore Romano), Sciascia scrive: “che cos’ è una festa religiosa in Sicilia? Sarebbe facile rispondere che è tutto, tranne che una festa religiosa. E’, innanzi tutto, un’esplosione esistenziale; l’esplosione dell’es collettivo, dove la collettività esiste soltanto a livello dell’es. Poiché e soltanto nella festa che il siciliano esce dalla sua condizione di uomo solo, che è poi la condizione del suo vigile e doloroso super io, per ritrovarsi parte di un ceto, di una classe, di una città ”. Altro pensatore, scrittore e poeta Siciliano, Gesualdo Bufalino, fornisce indicazioni interessanti sul senso che i Siciliani danno a questi eventi popolari tradizionali, egli dice “durante la Pasqua ogni siciliano si sente non solo uno spettatore, ma un attore, prima dolente e poi esultante, per un Mistero che è la sua stessa esistenza. Il tempo dell’evento è quello della Primavera, la stagione della metamorfosi, così come metamorfica è la natura stessa del rito nel quale, come in un racconto dell’Opera dei Pupi, si combatte la lotta del Bene contro il Male. Sono presenti l’Inganno, il Dolore e il Trionfo, la Passione, la Morte e la Resurrezione di Cristo”.
In breve, la Pasqua in Sicilia è una ricorrenza profondamente sentita in tutta l’isola fin dall’antichità, essa ha sempre avuto come fulcro la commossa partecipazione del popolo, con rappresentazioni e processioni divenuti riti e tradizioni che caratterizzano inequivocabilmente numerosissimi centri Siciliani, che rievocano i momenti più salienti narrati nei Vangeli e che ricordano la Passione, la Morte e la Resurrezione di Gesù Cristo, con cortei formati dalle varie confraternite (a volte con rievocazioni teatrali) che hanno in se contenuti e simbologie spesso provenienti dalla dominazione Spagnola, avvenuta in Sicilia tra il XVI ed il XVII secolo.
Quest’anno, per il Venerdì Santo, ero alla ricerca di tradizioni che fossero “al di fuori dei circuiti più noti”, in passato ho alternato processioni tradizionali religiose note, a quelle meno note; ho preso in considerazione diverse possibilità, poi ho deciso di recarmi in un paese che viene descritto essere situato in una località remota ed isolata della provincia di Messina, il paese è Capizzi. Il Venerdì Santo a Capizzi, si svolge in due fasi, c’è la processione diurna nella quale vengono portate in spalla tre vare, quella dell’Ecce Homo, quella della Vergine Addolorata, e quella della Pietà (con la Vergine Maria che tiene in braccio suo Figlio Morto), poi c’è la processione del pomeriggio, che prosegue fino a sera inoltrata, in questa processione serale manca la vara che reca l’Ecce Homo, mentre se ne aggiungono altre due, c’è quella con l’Urna che reca il Cristo Morto ( questa figura, quella del Cristo Morto, a Capizzi, viene chiamata “Padre della Divina Provvidenza”), e c’è la vara che reca la “Santa Croce”, su di essa, durante il percorso lungo le vie del paese, si assiste al poggiare di lunghe lenzuola di lino da parte dei paesani, che spesso si sporgono direttamente dai balconi o dalle finestre delle loro case per deporle a scavalco su di essa. La processione è formata, oltre che dai devoti e dalle personalità del paese, dalle forze dell’ordine, dalla banda musicale di Capizzi, e da due confraternite, quella del SS. Sacramento (i confratelli sono riconoscibili da un mantello giallo chiaro), e quella della Buona Morte (i cui adepti recano un mantello nero); la processione avanza lungo il percorso in assoluto silenzio, il silenzio è Sacro, le campane smettono di suonare, la processione cammina lenta, una eccezione al silenzio proviene dalla musica mesta, triste, suonata dalla banda e dai colpi di tamburo suonati a lutto; il percorso prevede ripide discese, ed altrettanto ripide (e faticose) salite. La processione pomeridiana-serale giunge fino alla località “Tre Croci”, qui l’Arciprete, Don Antonio, ha proferito il suo panegirico, usando parole profonde, colme di Speranza, Carità, Amore, ricordando che Cristo perdona sempre, tutti. Il pomeriggio, in Chiesa Madre, si assiste alla celebrazione della Passione di Cristo; si assiste al rito dell’Adorazione della Santa Croce, ed alla venerazione del “Padre della Divina Provvidenza”, successivamente c’è il rito nel quale l’Arciprete cosparge il corpo del Cristo Morto con petali di rosa, e lo unge con olii profumati (a rievocare quanto scritto nel Vangelo di Giovanni (19:38-42), Giuseppe di Arimatea, discepolo di Gesù, in segreto per timore dei Giudei, chiese a Pilato il permesso di prendere il corpo di Gesù, Pilato acconsentì, ma anche Nicodemo, si unì a Giuseppe, portando circa trenta chili di una mistura di mirra e di aloe, cospargendone il corpo: essi presero il corpo di Gesù, lo avvolsero in bende insieme con gli aromi, secondo l'usanza funebre dei Giudei). Durante il rito dell’Adorazione della Croce, in Chiesa Madre (ed anche in località Tre Croci), c’è il canto intonato dai giovani del paese, che in coro cantano il “canto degli improperia”, che sarebbero in forma cantata i rimproveri che Gesù Cristo rivolge al suo popolo, poiché si è reso responsabile della Sua crocifissione: esso è quindi un dialogo lamentoso tra Cristo crocifisso e il suo popolo; questo canto risalirebbero al VI secolo, giunto in occidente proveniente dalla Chiesa di Gerusalemme.
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Capizzi processione Venerdi santo
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Blended four sabotaged panoramas into one image in Adobe Photoshop, on June 19, 2018.
Made especially for the PANO to the Metal contest on PANO-Vision: www.flickr.com/groups/2892788@N23/discuss/72157667684597037/
While studying photography in Pathshala, I developed new technical and aesthetic skills at an academic level and gained a fresh perspective on seeing the world around me. However, I still felt that something was missing. That missing piece was the ability to articulate aesthetics through language and to experience aesthetics with the basis of life itself.
During this time, I developed a deep desire to understand philosophy. Within a few months, I decided to pursue academic studies in philosophy. There were two main reasons behind this decision: first, to gain knowledge of philosophy, and second, to reshape my photographic view point through a philosophical angle—essentially, to integrate aesthetics with philosophy.
As I delved into this complex subject, I found myself particularly influenced by three philosophical ideologies: the philosophy of Nihilism, Engels and Marx’s materialism, and Gautama Buddha’s theory of Functionalism. These perspectives began shaping my understanding of life, humanity, society, and aesthetics. My way of seeing the world started to transform.
Nihilism and materialist philosophy argue that humans are not a special species. According to Buddha, life itself is full of suffering. Since humans are not inherently special and life has no predetermined purpose, people often experience restlessness. My photographs reflect this idea through landscapes, where excessive negative space in the frame symbolizes despair, purposelessness, and solitude in human life. Most people live under the illusion that they are unique compared to the surroundings. This belief prevents them from feeling truly connected to nature.
Lalon once said, "He and Lalon exist together, yet they are separated by infinite distance." Even though humans exist within nature, they somehow remain detached from it. In my frames, vast negative spaces with tiny human figures symbolize this very detachment. Here, nature is immense, and humans are small—serving as a reminder that humanity is not any superior to nature.
The mist in my photographs enhances the minimalist effect, further detaching people from their surroundings. The presence of human-made structures in the background represents our ongoing struggle to prove our superiority. However, the blurred, barely visible architecture behind the fog reflects the failure of this pursuit. Humanity is trapped in this endless contradiction, deepening its existential despair. Meanwhile, the fog thickens, and the distance between humans and nature continues to grow.