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Pacing through the grounds at Strawberry Hill in various states of deep thought, these cats appear like a group of existential poets gripped by their own inner anxieties. The cats, silhouetted against the white faƧade of the building, will generate an atmosphere of courtliness but their featureless faces will convey an uncanny blankness onto which we will also be able to project our own concerns.
Laura Ford
Nature is a refuge where we find the tranquility necessary for the existential balance of human beings.
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Maybe we should be wary of radical solutions.
Bologna, may 2017
Olympus 35RC
E. Zuiko lens 42mm 1:2.8
Ilford FP4+
from negative film
Sent la pluie comme un ƩtƩ Anglais
Entends les notes d'une chanson lointaine
EspĆ©rant que la vie ne fut aussi longueā¦
Model: Tristan Wattiez
Makeup by Birgit Rhomberg
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Shrouded in secrecy "the woman of the inner sea" searches for autonomy in the face of societal expectations.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
I don't see myself in the mirror , past disappeared in the dense fog , while future doesn't exist...
We're Here! : The Three Stooges Existential Balloon Factory
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Hello. I've been stupid busy being plagued by existential crises and all. I suck at this whole "upload every day" thing.
The dayly existential question #longlakelove #Lugano #art #diary #day 13 #oilpastel by @peter_seelig
The presence of extreme busyness in our lives may point to deeper problems ā a pervasive people pleasing, a restless ambition, a malaise of meaninglessness. āBusyness serves as a kind of existential reassurance, a hedge against emptiness,ā writes Tim Kreider in his widely read article for The New York Times. āObviously your life cannot possibly be silly or trivial or meaningless if you are so busy, completely booked, in demand every hour of the day.ā The greatest danger with busyness is that there may be greater dangers you never have time to consider. - Kevin DeYoubng
Paris, 1961
Hard to believe these kids would be in their 60s now!
negative scan from my archives
More "Paris in the 60s" here: www.flickr.com/photos/amarcord108/sets/72157625555243112/...
āWhat the Photograph reproduces to infinity has occurred only once: the Photograph mechanically repeats what could never be repeated existentially.ā
ā Roland Barthes
"The End" by the Chinese artist Xiang Jing.
Xiang Jing is a profoundly introspective and innovative Chinese sculptor whose work explores the complexities of human nature, identity and existential truth.
Rather than aligning with a strictly feminist stance, she approaches her art from a
woman's perspective, using the female form as both subject and statement. Her sculptures, though realistic in appearance, carry a deep emotional and psychological weight, challenging conventions of beauty, self-awareness and gendered experience.
Her artistic process is meticulous and deeply personal. Working primarily with fiberglass, Xiang Jing layers hand-painted details onto each piece, ensuring every sculpture possesses an individual presence and emotional depth. Her practice is problem-oriented, engaging with themes such as the relationship between observer and observed, internal desire and the shifting boundaries between realism and abstraction. She is a fiercely independent thinker, constantly pushing the limits of contemporary sculpture while maintaining an introspective approach.
"The End" from Mirror Image series stands out for its ambiguity.
It features girls dressed in white, shielding their eyes with their hands yet tilting forward as if trying to peer through their fingers to catch a glimpse of something interesting. It's composition and treatment of the gaze introduce an open-ended, interpretive quality.
The insomnia derives from angst. Anxiety. Life. Direction. Well-being. The existential experience. Connectivity. Tangibility. Transience. Authenticity. Don't think about it. It doesn't exist. You're not there. I'm not here. I don't miss you. I choose not to miss you. Together. We are all alone. In the darkness and silence of the night, our minds are each our own. The electricity that fires each pulse and fueling each breath arises autonomously. You decide how to live and when to die. You decided.
I was looking at graffiti outside the chemistry building at the university of Bucharest, Romania (Europe) and imagined this image. My subject wouldn't pose for me, so I posed and he took the shot.
L'homme sans qualitƩs ~ Le Louvre ~ Paris ~ MjYj
FIAC 2009
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At first he headed straight into the waves and strong headwind. Gaining confidence he turned 90 degrees and rolled sideways in the swells for a long stretch. Then back into the wind head on. He figured out what sailors know. Tacking on an angle against the wind is the best way to make progress against it. A tack is to paddleboarding what a switchback is to a hiker. By tacking starboard and port, this paddleboarder moved 10 cottage lengths forward. He was out there a good 45 minutes when he took three falls in quick succession. Time to turn tail and let the wind do the work of pushing him back to shore.
Shot was taken with a 35mm summilux, the original aspherical version. (So called AA). I had not set the manual option on the camera lens detection, hence EXIF is wrong.
The refuge of my doubts
Wanting the significance that cause and effect
might have (we see it in little things where it is)
not seeing it in any place
important to us (it is in our lives but in ways
that deny each other) and the totality,
I suppose, is what I meanāit isnāt thereā
we look around: the possibilities,
dreams and diversions, whatever else there is.
ćWilliam Bronk, The Effect of Cause Despaired
Sirius (instrumental) - The Alan Parsons Project
If you look for the Truth outside yourself,
it gets farther and farther away.
Today, walking alone, I meet it everywhere I step.
It is the same as me, yet I am not it.
Only if you understand it in this way
will you merge with the way things are.
ć Tung-Shan ... Paths of Water
Albert Camus : The Plague, 1947. (Penguin Fiction)
The townspeople of Oran are in the grip of a virulent plague.
Cut off from the rest of the world, living in fear, they each respond in their own way to the grim challenge of the deadly bacillus. Among them is Dr Rieux, a humanitarian and healer, and it is through his eyes that that we witness the devastating course of the epidemic.
Written in 1947, just after the Nazi occupation of France, Camus's magnificent novel is also a story of courage and determination against the arbitrariness and seeming absurdity of human existence.
'Camus represents a particularly modern type of temperament, a mystic soul in a Godless universe, thirsty for the absolute, forever rebellious against the essential injustice of the human condition'
Shusha Guppy, Sunday Times
The mighty iron horse roars past the signalman every day and I wonder if he has existential dilemmas that cloud his being with thoughts of insignifcance and being stuck to his station in life on a forlorn railway crossing in Maharashtra.
Much like what life is for most people. Watching the world move, go by fast and frenetic taking some select people to their momentous destinies,
This is from a series of shots done at a railway crossing in February 2011. Meherabad is a hamlet quite close to Ahmadnagar. Meher Baba lies in eternal peace and the place wears an atmosphere of serenity and solace.
Dates
Taken on February 16, 2011 at 3.54PM IST (edit)
Posted to Flickr December 20, 2013 at 11.39AM IST (edit)
Exif data
Camera Nikon D300
Exposure 0.025 sec (1/40)
Aperture f/22.0
Focal Length 24 mm
ISO Speed 320
Exposure Bias 0 EV
Flash No Flash
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let us open our hymnals.
excuse me, I'm not really here for the service.
no? what then?
I just stopped in to get out of the cold.
I see. you know that the homeless shelter is down the street.
oh, I'm not homeless.
no?
in fact, I just moved in next door.
you mean. . .
we're neighbors.
well then, I hope to see you at mass.
I doubt it. but if you want to come watch the game on tv, you're welcome.
very kind of you, I'm sure.
you can bring the food.
oh?
it's my sense of spiritual priorities you see. eating right, and often, is definitely one of them.
good to know.
so bring lots.
right.