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The coldest auckland night for 40 years (0.9c ha!) and a clear, moonless sky were perfect conditions for stargazing. As I sat contemplating the universe (or more specifically the Milky Way) the whole existential insignificance thing started to bite. The sheer number of stars, and the time and distances travelled by their light into my camera is totally mind blowing.
Part of "Melbourne International Arts Festival"
Scottish artist and Turner prize nominee, Nathan Coley will erect his famous message sculpture Heaven Is A Place Where Nothing Ever Happens on the ACCA Forecourt. The sign evokes religious roadside architecture conjoined with retro fairground aesthetics. Its message is open to a range of readings, both reassuring and unsettling, but is ultimately no salve for our existential angst.
But someday I might
Someday I might
♫♪♫ Billie Eilish - What Was I Made For? - Existential Crisis Remix - Rock / Metal Version
On bright days the last two hours before sunset are wonderful for photographing waterfalls. With a little luck maybe even a little light fog will settle in with its charm for diffusing light. That time of day the wood thrush sings and the darkened woods begin their night chorus. It's a sweet thing, an existential bowl of cherries.
Yes ... I wish you a fire-red Christmas that heats up your hearts and ... help You to quit from any crisis (financial, existential, loving or health crisis).
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Si ... vi auguro un Natale tutto rosso fuoco che riscaldi i vostri cuori e ... vi aiuti ad uscire da qualsiasi crisi (finanziaria, esistenziale, amorosa o crisi di salute).
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Happy Immaculate Day to ♥ ♥ ♥ Everyone ♥ ♥ ♥
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♥ ♥ ♥ Christmas Atmosphere ♥ ♥ ♥ - © Kris de Curtis (YouTube Video)
♦ ♦ ♦ Christmas Atmosphere ♦ ♦ ♦ - © Kris de Curtis ( Christmas PhotoSet )
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Best View: Large On Black
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Two days of debates and only a few identified climate change as our most pressing existential threat. Which tells me that some of our candidates don't have a basic understanding of science and what we are facing.
Also - it is disgusting that our election season is now a year and a half long and costs billions of dollars.
so jedenfalls stellt sich Precious Okoyomon seine Praxis vor ...
"Self-therapy" ...
Im Erdgeschoss befinden sich zwei Büros, die an die psychoanalytische Praxis Carl Gustav Jungs erinnern. Möbel aus der Zeit um 1900 schaffen eine Atmosphäre, die zugleich vertraut und sachlich wirkt.
„Existential Detectives“ in verzierten Laborkitteln treten mit den Besucher*innen in Dialog und stellen Fragen zu Träumen, Erinnerungen und verborgenen Gefühlen.
Fragebögen und Aquarellfarben laden Besucher*innen ein, mit ihren Bekenntnissen still zum Kunstwerk beizutragen. In einem Regal stehen Bücher zu Themen wie Liebe, Kochen, Philosophie und arabischer Poesie, aber auch Werke von Édouard Glissant, der in seiner Arbeit auf die schöpferischen Wechselwirkungen zwischen den Kulturen hinweist.
Das Muster der Tapete zeigt Zeichnungen von Precious Okoyomon. Die hybriden Figuren mit ihren großen Köpfen, puppenhaften Körpern und flammenden Augen, die an Eulen und Eulenteufelchen erinnern, wirken sowohl verträumt als auch dämonisch. Sie regen dazu an, in die Tiefen der eigenen Psyche einzutauchen.
At least that's how Precious Okoyomon imagines his practice ...
There are two offices on the first floor, reminiscent of Carl Gustav Jung's psychoanalytic practice. Furniture from around 1900 creates an atmosphere that is both familiar and matter-of-fact.
“Existential detectives” in decorated lab coats enter into a dialog with visitors and ask questions about dreams, memories and hidden feelings.
Questionnaires and watercolors invite visitors to quietly contribute to the artwork with their confessions. On a shelf are books on topics such as love, cooking, philosophy and Arabic poetry, as well as works by Édouard Glissant, whose work refers to the creative interactions between cultures.
The pattern of the wallpaper shows drawings by Precious Okoyomon. The hybrid figures with their large heads, doll-like bodies and flaming eyes, reminiscent of owls and a mixture of owls and devils, appear both dreamy and demonic. They encourage us to delve into the depths of our own psyche.
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I place clouds on my head because I do not recognize myself in the world as it is organized. This is not escapism, but a conscious distance. My gaze does not fully belong to this place. Yet I am terrestrial. I have a body, a history, a matter that must be respected. It is precisely the body that reminds me of limits, while the mind tends to close in on itself and compress what it feels.
This image arises from a fracture: between not feeling this planet as mine and having to live within it. The hands on the head make visible the pressure of earthly thoughts, when they accumulate, fold in on themselves, and become a form of imprisonment.
Artificial intelligence is used as a contemporary tool, deliberately bent to my will and my way of feeling, to achieve what I intend to express. It does not replace in any way the traditional and fundamental forms of art, such as photography, which for me remains central and untouchable.
There's a song that my mother played over and over again when I was young. It's a tune named, "Stranger on the Shore," and was performed by Acker Bilk. I don't know if it conjured images like the one above in my mind, but it does now.
You can check it out here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jzx664u5DA
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
I place clouds on my head because I do not recognize myself in the world as it is organized. This is not escapism; it is a conscious distance. My gaze does not fully belong here.
Yet I am terrestrial. I have a body, a history, a matter that must be respected. Nourishing myself is not a trivial act, but a deliberate choice: to remain, without confusing myself. Freshly squeezed orange juice is a simple, affirmative gesture, a way of saying that life, despite everything, can still be sustained.
This image arises from a fracture: between not feeling of this planet and having to live within it. The nourishment is terrestrial; the identity is not. The clouds do not deny the body; they accompany it as it endures.
Artificial intelligence is used as a contemporary tool, deliberately bent to my will and my way of feeling, to achieve what I intend to express. It does not replace in any way the traditional and fundamental forms of art, nor photography, which for me remain central and untouchable.
Know your Exits
Emerging from the dim light of the underpass, where the city's heartbeat pulses faintly against the cold concrete, everyone seems lost in their thoughts. What paths lay ahead of you? This direction is not just a way out of my place of shadows and echoes but a chance to make an existential choice. Exits in my urban chasm are not merely roads and streets; they are the decisions that define me, the moments of truth where my very being is distilled into action.
As I ponder existence and essence, I question whether freedom of choice is the most authentic expression. My choice carves a path that leads me back to the same variant of existence, and I never seem to leave. What are the invisible threads that connect my choices to a predetermined destiny?
I take a step forward with a deep breath, embracing the uncertainty that ensures my return. Lost in the labyrinthine streets, shadowed alleys, and false exits, I promise myself liberation and self-discovery as I take the next step that could redefine me.
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Keywords
urban art, existentialism, street art, cityscapes, choice and consequence, introspective art, philosophy in art, meaning of life, finding your path
The We're Here! gang is getting existential today.
The central claim of existentialism is that existence precedes essence. That means our essence – our purpose in life – is neither given to us nor dictated to us. We make our own choices and find our own purpose.
There's a fantastic eight-minute crash course in existentialism in this video.
The Loneliness of the Cosmic Dance represents the existential quest for meaning in an indifferent universe and the human struggle for connection and significance. The contrast between light and dark pillars, along with the lone figure, creates a sense of isolation and introspection. The geometric layout of the pillars suggests a choreographed dance, but the emptiness and lack of human interaction highlight feelings of solitude and alienation.
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!
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
A white mist drifts across the shrouds,
A wild moon in this wintry sky
Gleams like an angry lion's eye
Out of a mane of tawny clouds.
--from the poem "La Mer" by Oscar Wilde
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
Straight out of the Camera. A camera is a receptacle of light. A photographer is a gatherer of light. A camera can capture infinite attributes and hues of light. Attributes and hues which can be manipulated but (perhaps) never enhanced by post processing on a computer. Personally I believe that a mild tweaking of exposure or white balance may be necessary at times but extensive processing sucks out the meditative and emotionally charged component of an image leaving behind something which is unreal and lifeless. To PP or not to PP? An existential dilemma which every photographer has to solve for him-her-self.
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.
These images were created around 2020, in a time marked by Covid, but they do not belong only to that moment. I am republishing them today because reading them again means realizing that their meaning has not been exhausted: the facts change, tragic events change, names and circumstances change, but outside the same violence of human mechanisms, inequalities, intolerance, constraint, and imposed survival continues to hold. That is why these photographs remain contemporary. In the contrast between blue and red, in the purity of white, in the vulnerability of the body and in the harshness of the words, there is still a clear position: not a closed memory, but a thought that is still alive, still exposed, still in conflict with the present. I am republishing them in my Pro account so that they are not lost and so that they can continue to speak.
Complete album of the series:
www.flickr.com/photos/192876881@N08/albums/72157719324029...
"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
These images were created around 2020, in a time marked by Covid, but they do not belong only to that moment. I am republishing them today because reading them again means realizing that their meaning has not been exhausted: the facts change, tragic events change, names and circumstances change, but outside the same violence of human mechanisms, inequalities, intolerance, constraint, and imposed survival continues to hold. That is why these photographs remain contemporary. In the contrast between blue and red, in the purity of white, in the vulnerability of the body and in the harshness of the words, there is still a clear position: not a closed memory, but a thought that is still alive, still exposed, still in conflict with the present. I am republishing them in my Pro account so that they are not lost and so that they can continue to speak.
Complete album of the series:
www.flickr.com/photos/192876881@N08/albums/72157719324029...
A Black-fronted Dotterel (Thinornis melanops) foraging along the margins of a lake in the Grampians region of western Victoria. This individual was quite lively. It would sprint a few steps, pause as if struck by an existential notion, scrutinize the sand, and then dash away, seemingly unsatisfied.
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regulating the pole gear
different sun watches over the long ing day
oh we've un fanned ourself
stare ing our face in to the
non existential
just in one of us
in itself
merging
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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"