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One of the things I've always admired about some of my favourite artists is their absolute commitment to truth.
The raw, open honesty that speaks of existential struggle and ultimately the great power beyond ourselves and in our own human spirit.
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.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
"I was conscious, and that's all. Beyond my consciousness, there was nothing else.
More time passed. I waited for something to happen. Nothing happened.
I was calm. Or frozen. I felt as if I was on the verge of the most terrifying thought in the world, but I wasn't having it quite yet.
Then I had it."
- Alex Garland, The Coma
Excerpt from www.mississauga.ca/arts-and-culture/arts/public-art/tempo...:
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.
The entrance to the Japanese Garden at Huntington Library in San Marino, CA. Photographed 06-09-2018. Processed 11-11-19.
Is the bronze bird jealous of the one who can fly away? Or is the live bird jealous of the daily certainty the other bird has? Am I thinking way too much about this photo?
Supportive turtle checking in on its green heron buddy who seems to be having an existential crisis.
Scene 1: Somewhere in an existential bar in Austin. Loud blues band wailing on the background. Other than that, only two people and the bartender are there.
Chuck: Can I tell you a secret?
Juzno: Sure thing.
Chuck: I'm Superman.
Juzno: Wow. Can I have your autograph?
Chuck: No, it's a secret. Remember?
Juzno: Aha.
Gallery www.justanobserver.com/
Blog www.juzno.com/
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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
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPPH-rDQtVg&feature=related
View on Black
Shoot location:
Horses
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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.
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...
I've wanted to do some more conceptual-type stuff for awhile now. So, I decided to spend a couple of sleepless nights putting this together.
Strobist's Info
Vivitar 285HV bare bulb above camera left @ 1/16th.
Vivitar 285HV bare bulb below camera right @ 1/16th with three 1-stop ND gels.
Triggered via Pocketwizards
This was in the rain room at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. 10-15 people at a time were admitted into the room, and could spend up to 15 minutes in it.
The rain poured down in a square core, surrounded by a rain-less perimeter. By approaching the rain slowly, it would stop falling in front of you, creating a dry space for you to move in. By walking slowly, you could create a dry path across the rain field. Well, dry enough....
It was a sensory, philosophical, existential experience.
It was remarkably loud.
And incredibly awesome.
we're just stardust , infinitesimal and ephemeral
or perhaps " lost in Time "....anyway can anyone escape ?.
One of my personal favourites
and ....nothing else matters (set)
Le Grand Palais - Triangle d'or, Paris, Île-de-France, France
Nikon D300 Nikkor 16-85VR
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D'où venons-nous ? Que sommes-nous ? Où allons-nous ?
Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going?
--- Paul Gauguin
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3 years later ......so what ??... Isn't it a perpetual quest , an eternal concept ?,,,,
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Sorry for not being more present ...Still mostly OFF
I thank the kind Administrators for their nice invitations and I want to apologize
I'll be certainly very slow to accept them ,even much more than usual.......having neither the time nor the inclination or perhaps something we could name fun (?) to take care of my stream , right now
Many thanks for your kind visit , Always trying to visit back (slowly ... sorry )
......just trying to do ALL I can ..
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Happy Sliders Sunday... HSS !!
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"Black and white are the colors of photography. To me they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected. " . Robert Frank
Le Noir et Blanc représente les couleurs de la Photographie .Pour moi il symbolise les alternances d'espoir et de désespoir auxquelles l'humanité est à jamais soumise
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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/
Still from the ongoing Existential Production of my life—an unedited reel that unspools like a Faulkner novel gone slightly feral, all run-on sentences and commas scattered like confetti, dashes crowding out the margins, parentheses opening and closing in places where no parentheses should logically be (if logic has anything to do with it), periods appearing late or not at all. One continuous monologue, breathless and unending, with the occasional still-frame—snapped at random intervals—to prove that this whole improbable production is in fact happening.
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Nikkormat FT
Nikkor 50 mm f1.1,4
Kodak Ektrachrom
Lab processed
Scanned and edited by me
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.
An existential crisis in full display.
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Taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Splendid%20Isle/57/62/2922
Animation example: www.flickr.com/photos/154104917@N03/52182283922/in/datepo...
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...
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.
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Golden%20Village/218/194/22
Man, I Feel Like a Woman
We're Here! : The Three Stooges Existential Balloon Factory
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Location: The Photographer's Workshop: slurl.com/secondlife/Trapper/86/61/39
Revised 4/18/11
"I call a lie: wanting not to see something one does see, wanting not to see something as one sees it... The most common lie is the lie one tells to oneself; lying to other is relatively the exception."
~ Friedrich Nietzsche, 1894/1990, The Anti-Christ (R. J. Hollingdale, Trans.), p. 185
This is an image from my project Aftermath.
Aftermath is a photography series I created during the pandemic, using a range of experimental techniques to explore the human condition in times of crisis. By employing methods such as film soup, developing color film with black-and-white chemistry, and innovative and alternative darkroom printing, I aimed to reflect the uncertainties and disruptions of the era. The work delves into themes of resilience, vulnerability, and the broader existential challenges posed by capitalism, offering a layered social commentary on our shared experiences during turbulent times.
The abandoned coast guard station at Whiskey Island at the mouth of the Cuyahoga River, Cleveland, OH. Look large if you like
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...