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for his "human condition" series
www.nga.gov/collection/art-object-page.70170.html
the Magritte series, sort of an existential quagmire??? i.e., we exist yet we are stuck in that existence, we have to exist! no way out! AAAAA!
lol
catalina island
Caixaforum soñado, Madrid. / Caixaforum dreamed, Madrid.
♫ Keaton Henson - Kronos ( subtítulos en castellano ).♫
Cuando crees que avanzas, pero acabas en el mismo sitio, pues siempre tomas el mismo camino.
La Central Eléctrica de Mediodía (1899-1902) fue remodelada por los arquitectos Jacques Herzog y Pierre de Meuron, conservando la fachada original de la antigua fábrica que parece levitar sobre una gran plaza pública. El acceso a la planta principal se realiza por una escalera de peldaños metálicos en espiral, y las restantes plantas se organizan alrededor de otra escalera circular.
When you think you are advancing, but you end up in the same place, then always take the same path.
Mediodía Power Station (1899-1902) was remodeled by architects Jacques Herzog and Pierre de Meuron, preserving the original facade of the old factory that seems to levitate above a large public square. Access to the main floor by a staircase of metal steps spiral, and the remaining floors are organized around another circular staircase.
a solitary figure dissolves into the sky—caught between structure and light, silence and ascension. the city falls away, and only motion remains.
Abstract expressionist philosophy painting dedicated to my existential trip sidekick, Rusty Gentry of South Carolina. Image represents THE TOTALITY OF REALITY UP TO NOVEMBER 24, 2012.
through spacetime i have travelled
to arrive here
after all these years
in yet another terminal form
noting both
joy and despair
abounding;
emotions requesting both
resistance and surrendering;
a vertiginous universe,
a paradoxical balancing.
((Existential Crisis Induced Emo Science Poetry™))
The sculpture Three Heads Fountaine (Three Andrews) by Bruce Nauman, mid-way between poetry and morbidity, can make its viewer feel uncomfortable. Three identical, scar-covered male heads, fed water through a tube and pierced to create thin jets of water, are hung by the neck.
Do these tubes bring to mind the apparatus through which a model breathes during the moulding of a sculpture, making them symbolic of sources of life, or do they evoke lethal injections, vectors of the dead?
Bruce Nauman regularly incorporates the human body into his work. Playing with the contradictions of human life (love and hate, life and death, pleasure and suffering), the renowned American artist, born in 1941, likes to subject his viewer to a physical and psychological test, at the same time as raising existential questions.
Three Heads Fountain (Three Andrews) by Bruce Nauman, part of the Pinault Collection, was displayed at the "Eloge du Doute" (“In Praise of Doubt”) exhibition at the Punta della Dogana in Venice (2011-2013).
Apparently, art often has to be “disturbing”, has to challenge, practise breaking with conventions, for example.
Living here in Düsseldorf, close to the art academy and also having professional contact with artists, I often wonder whether the artists are partly “imposing” their own disturbance on society ...
because their lives are usually not easy and begin with the decision to pursue “breadless” art ...
how do you manage to stand out from the large crowd of other art students, how do you become a master student, how often do you sit in exhibition spaces for days and weeks and nobody comes to see it or nobody buys anything ...
If you ask a gallery owner what sells well, the answer is anything over 300,000 euros, because then art becomes a “safe” investment ...
Getting there is a matter of luck and often purely arbitrary.
Many artists later work somewhere to earn some money and art becomes more of a hobby ...
Successful people buy art, artists have to stand up to them and assert themselves ... that requires a big ego ...
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Die Skulptur Three Heads Fountaine (Three Andrews) von Bruce Nauman, die zwischen Poesie und Morbidität angesiedelt ist, kann bei ihrem Betrachter Unbehagen auslösen. Drei identische, mit Narben bedeckte Männerköpfe, die durch einen Schlauch mit Wasser versorgt werden und durchbohrt sind, um dünne Wasserstrahlen zu erzeugen, sind am Hals aufgehängt.
Erinnern diese Schläuche an den Apparat, durch den ein Modell während des Abformens einer Skulptur atmet, so dass sie symbolisch für Quellen des Lebens stehen, oder erinnern sie an tödliche Injektionen, Vektoren des Todes?
Bruce Nauman bezieht den menschlichen Körper regelmäßig in sein Werk ein. Der 1941 geborene renommierte amerikanische Künstler spielt mit den Widersprüchen des menschlichen Lebens (Liebe und Hass, Leben und Tod, Vergnügen und Leiden) und unterzieht den Betrachter gerne einer physischen und psychologischen Prüfung, während er gleichzeitig existenzielle Fragen aufwirft.
Three Heads Fountain (Three Andrews) von Bruce Nauman, Teil der Sammlung Pinault, wurde in der Ausstellung „Eloge du Doute“ („Lob des Zweifels“) an der Punta della Dogana in Venedig (2011-2013) gezeigt.
Kunst muss anscheinend oft "verstörend" sein, muss herausfordern, übt den Bruch, z. B. mit Konventionen.
Hier in Düsseldorf wohnend und die Nähe zur Kunstakademie lebend, auch beruflich Kontakt mit Künstlern habend, frage ich mich oft, ob die Künstler zum Teil der Gesellschaft ihre eigene Verstörung "zumuten" ...
denn ihr Leben ist meist nicht leicht und fängt mit der Entscheidung zur "brotlosen" Kunst an ...
wie schafft man es aus der großen Menge der anderen Kunststudenten hervorzutreten, wie wird man Meisterschüler, wie oft sitzt man Tage und Wochen in Ausstellungsräumen und keiner kommt, um es sich anzusehen oder keiner kauft etwas ...
fragt man einen Galeristen, was er gut verkauft, kommt zur Antwort, alles jenseits der 300 000 Euro, denn dann wird Kunst zur "sicheren" Geldanlage ...
dort hin zu kommen ist Glücksache und oft reine Willkür. Viele Künstler arbeiten später irgendwo um etwas Geld zu verdienen und die Kunst wird eher zum Hobby ...
Erfolgreiche Menschen kaufen Kunst, Ihnen müssen Künstler entgegen treten und sich behaupten ... das verlangt ein großes Ego ...
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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.
Reflection in car windshield conjures up this timeless Pink Floyd piece ...
Existential abstractum
*-)))
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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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.
Today is a critically important day: Ukrainian Independence Day. The modern, democratic, free nation of Ukraine was born on August 24th, 1991 with the signing of their Declaration of Independence. It also marks exactly six months since the start of the all-out invasion from Russia.
A while back, knowing that this existential conflict was likely to last a long time, I ordered some sunflower seeds. Not your average variety, mind you, this is a special “white sunflower”, a cultivar known as “ProCut White”. Years ago, I was given a tip that white sunflowers are some of the most beautifully fluorescent; This tip has just been proven correct. While the pollen of that particular species does not seem to fluoresce, the petals certainly put on a light show!
I have seen “electric blue” lines in some flower petals before (snowdrops), but the two-tone colours of the petals themselves is something I’ve only observed in flowers directly related to sunflowers. The reason for these fluorescent colours is simply a byproduct of the method for which the flowers absorb UV light. Sunflowers have a “black” center, including half the petals, and bright white external portions of the petals when observed in UV light directly – which many pollinators can see. And there are two ways for a flower to appear “black” in UV: direct absorption, or fluorescence into the visible spectrum, such that the UV light becomes lower-energy visible light. That’s the science behind these “by-product” colours, but then also happen to match very closely to the national colours of Ukraine.
In support of Ukraine’s continued battle, I place this image into the Public Domain. It’s currently my phone’s lock screen image, and you may wish to do them same. Use it for anything you’d like, personal or commercial. Spread it far and wide.
Today is also an ominous day. There is word that Russia has closed its airspace in the western-most territories in anticipation of some event today. Kyiv has placed restrictions on mass gatherings. It would be very symbolic for Russia to attempt something horrific today, and I sincerely hope nothing materializes. We’ve seen a few missiles launched, but that’s sadly an every-day occurrence. Russia’s forces continue to be decimated, so any escalation could have some level of desperation associated with it.
In Russia, the middle-class are finally afraid. They fear restrictions on their travel to other countries, and they fear direct attacks on their homes in places like Crimea, which they have been fleeing after Ukraine has made a number of successful attacks in the occupied region. The Russian elites no longer feel safe either, after the car bombing in Moscow that took the life of Darya Dugin, a philosopher and political theorist who was very much in support of Putin’s actions. Her father, Alexander Dugin, is one of Putin’s top ideologists. It sends a very clear message: regardless of social class, you are not completely safe. This fear can become a powerful threat to Putin’s regime, if it can be escalated properly. Increasingly, it appears that Ukraine is holding all the cards, but they still need more help.
Slovakia is sending 30 T-72 tanks to Ukraine after Germany agreed to send them 15 modern Leopard II tanks. New aid packages from many countries including Canada, Sweden, and the United States have been announced. There are reports that Saudi Arabia is returning the Grim-2 missile systems it purchased from Ukraine, some of the most modern long-range systems in existence. The range here is the critical factor: 500km maximum range. The distance between Ukrainian controlled territory in the North, say Hrem’yach, directly to The Kremlin in Moscow, is 473 kilometers.
If Ukraine does indeed have the Grim-2 system, with the longest-range ammunition, they could be in striking distance of Moscow. Would taking such action be a smart move? I don’t think so. However, the possibility alone can bring a layer of much-needed fear to Russia. The hubris cultivated from previous imperialistic gains is eroding. Ukraine will win this war, thanks to the world coming to its aide. It’s far from over yet, as the area controlled by Russia is larger than the majority of nations in Europe.
The fight continues, and today should be a day to celebrate the heroes of Ukraine, both past and present. Show your support!
And on a personal note, I have discovered that I have living relatives in Ukraine. Specifically, my paternal great-grandfather’s cousin who still carries the same last name (it changed a bit when my ancestors emigrated from Ukraine, the original is Komarychko). Likely due to some people having children later in life, his generation has all but disappeared. Soon I hope to have a conversation with him via a translator, and eventually visit the village at the center of my Ukrainian roots where he still lives.
Darkness never wins -
It just blankets everything;
Trying to hide hope,
Faith and love;
To smother all that
Is good and caring...
But darkness is always lonely,
Despondent and sad;
For it has no purpose,
Only allowing the bad...
It craves for meaning,
To be seen and exist;
But without the light,
It's nothing but
An existential twist...
Darkness never wins,
For it always gives in
To the light;
For without the light
It remains friendless,
Unseen and untouched
By delight...
© Michelle Morris, 28/08/2020
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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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.