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"Please help!!!!!!!!" the helpless robot seems to be saying. His agony and existential despair generates great empathy in the compassionate viewer of the mural. Further complicating his predicament, the fence prevents any would-be "good samaritan" or well-intentioned person from intervening to assist him. It is an umbearably trajic and hopeless scene............causing us to avert our eyes and move on............continuing our daily routines, and trying desperately to forget............
Surrealist existential dream scape image depicting an individual perceiving themselves forsaken in the mental hallucinatory wilderness of their existence as the last ebb of life brings about not only physical death but the replacement of divine expectation with the death of belief and faith.
Starring into the abyss of another Black Friday.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
20190710DE Brandenburg Germany. Sheds #9 This seems to be a shed which left off being one before it was finished. A shed with an existential problem. #merdasalvini #carolarackete #bloodshed #watershed #shedsrus #shedonist #shedsIhaveknown #shedalittlelight #shedsomefur #shedfullofsomething
The proverbial lady in waiting--but what is she waiting for?
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
I edited this photo so many times but never ending liking the tones. Colors are everything to me and the combination of them in a photo is one of the most important things in the aesthetics I am trying to achieve. After so many tries and start overs, I was happy with this result.
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My favorite model, Daniel, who also happens to be my little brother.
This is some of the stuff I got for Christmas (The flash and the old camera) and I decided to have Daniel do some modeling with it.
That ivy covered wall is in our back yard, yah I know, I'm lucky :]
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"Our brief finitude is a beautiful spark in the vast darkness of space. So we should live the fleeting day with passion and, when the night comes, depart from it with grace." Richard Holloway (2004) Looking in the Distance: The Human Search for Meaning.
DONNIE DOES DURANGO
★★★★★
In this pre-apocalyptic masterpiece, Hubert Crackanthorpe delivers a career-defining performance as Don Caballero, a man wandering through the scorched remnants of frontier civilisation with little more than impeccable tailoring, existential ennui, and an alarming disregard for social convention.
Crackanthorpe is magnificent. His performance oscillates effortlessly between brooding Western anti-hero and thoroughly self-aware object of desire. Every glance carries the weight of a dying civilisation; every pose suggests that civilisation perhaps deserved to end.
In a world where all women are easy, only one man is extremely hard.
A legendary pussy magnet on his final ride into the sunset, Don Caballero leaves behind neither answers nor regrets - only dust, despair and a cornucopia of broken hearts, smudged lipstick, and ruined lingerie.
Part Western. Part art film. Part fever dream. Where art cinema meets thinking man’s porn.
Ultimately, futile to understand.
Donny Does Durango is not a movie you watch.
It gives you the evil eye. Without blinking.
(Crispin Featherstone, Senior Film Correspondent, "Sight & Sensibility", September 2026)
Location: Blind Horse Creek
You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation of the sequel to your life:
Pavement - Shady Lane
A single cloud, floating like it’s got somewhere better to be. Mid-sky, mid-divorce, mid-existential crisis.
Minimalist in composition but emotionally messy, exposed just right to make that vapour trail feel like punctuation.
This isn’t serenity. It’s a passive-aggressive note left on the fridge.
At some point in the past week I had a minor existential crisis/sudden-dregding-up-of-psychic-goop-crisis and determined the only solution would be to go on a walk and listen to some Very Angsty music. It worked. I also managed to get some super cool pictures of the early-summer flora. I live in a very rural area — trees and trees and plants and plants abound. I’ve always loved taking walks and seeing all the plants and animals, especially in late spring/early summer — everything seems especially magic at that time around here. The green is bright yet subdued, there are many pastely late-spring ephemerals, and the sunlight is bright yet gentle. This is a picture of a huge bed of bright green ferns that I inverted into pink & purple.
I thought she was going on a deep sea journey, but in reading the write-up, it sounds more like a journey to human connection..
Apparently that helmet is made from an old furnace..
"Lost 5 – Signal" is a sculpture by artist Karl Mattson, displayed in Penticton as part of the city's Public Sculpture Exhibition from May 2024 to April 2025. This 14-foot-tall piece, constructed from new and salvaged steel, depicts a figure extending an arm skyward, symbolizing an attempt to send or receive a signal, reflecting humanity's search for connection in uncertain times.
The sculpture is installed at the Front Street roundabout, a prominent location that ensures visibility to both residents and visitors. This placement continues Penticton's tradition of showcasing impactful public art, following the display of Mattson's earlier work, "Lost," in the same location during the 2020-2021 exhibition.
Mattson's "Lost" series serves as a commentary on humanity's complacent progression into an uncertain future, with each piece exploring themes of environmental decline and existential struggle. "Lost 5 – Signal" emphasizes communication and the human desire for connection amidst these challenges.
#5318 - 2022 Day 204: In a world where cost is suddenly an existential threat, I couldn't pass the opportunity for a dozen sardines at £3 per Kg. Sardines are among the great things, so maybe they should be valued more highly and not sold so cheaply, but there we are ... These were soon on the barbecue.
"When you come to a fork in the road, take it."
--Yogi Berra
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
The Danish artist Michael Kvium is known for the figurative visual language he uses to tackle the existential themes of humanity. In the exhibition ‘Circus Europa’, Kvium takes the circus as a metaphor for our time to portray a world of entertainment where even the most serious news is characterized by sensationalism and drama.
Clem "Sparky" Binswaddle stands beside the unveiling of his new work, "Plastic Fantastic Lover." Sparky calls his artistic style "Post-Consumer Romantic Garbageism," representing the existential impermeability of modern relationships.
Image imagined in chatGPT and finished with Topaz Studio.
i said no more polaroids but i had forgotten i came up with this idea!!! castle in the violets & dandelions
this is a castle my brother got for me when he was 2 and i was ~0. he saw it in the store and insisted i needed it. he was absolutely correct -- almost 30 yrs later and i still need it!!!
i think this is cinderella's castle but i could be wrong -- i don't know much about disney. i wasn't allowed to watch the princess movies as a child except for mulan because a woman's role is kicking ass, you know?
i did watch the lion king though, when i was 3, and had one of my earliest existential crises. somehow it inspired the revelation that there's always something beyond the horizon. there's always going to be a Thing beyond what i'm seeing. there's always a Thing Beyond the Thing.
this is still what most of my existential crises boil down to. i get really upset thinking about the land before time. not the dinosaur movie, that was fire. i mean whatever came before the big bang. (maybe upset is too strong a word -- it's more like Unsettledly Intruiged.)
what is your favorite fairytale, or flavor of existential crisis?
there are dreams that must remain in the drawers,
in the vaults, locked up til our end.
and so that could be dreamed during the whole life.
[hilda hilst]
há sonhos que devem permanecer nas gavetas, nos cofres, trancados até o nosso fim. e por isso passíveis de serem sonhados a vida inteira.
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In my professional relationship and friendship with Fr. Giussani I found myself within a historical and existential stream—“ a fever of life,” as he loved to put it—which has never stopped flowing.
-The Life of Luigi Giussani, Alberto Savorana
"Have you ever transcended space and time?"
This is a dedication to one of my favorite movies - and I honestly wanted to quote every singly line in my title/captions. It's genius.
If you haven't seen I Heart Huckabees, then please do. And if you have seen it - I hope you can appreciate this picture.
So that concludes your lesson for today.
"The universe is an infinite sphere whose center is everywhere
and whose circumference is nowhere."
Sometimes life weaves its own knots, and they are not necessarily to our liking. The questions is: should we spend time untangling them or proceed on? My life has been taken over by a project, not of my bidding, but nevertheless to be tackled. Can the knot be untangled or should life find its own way forward? Sorry for not being on flickr for a long time and not partaking of the joys of your photographs. Hopefully, some time soon.....
more 'pointless photos of rust'...
(well yes - and pleasing visual rhythms, hidden eloquence, technical satisfaction and existential gratitude...or so it is to me)
Une allumette ne promet rien. Elle apparaît, brûle, puis disparaît pour quelques secondes seulement entre le néant et le néant. Et pourtant, pendant cet instant, elle suffit à donner une forme à l'obscurité. Peut-être que nous sommes faits de la même matière : des présences provisoires, quelques étincelles dans une nuit qui nous dépasse. Nous cherchons souvent à durer. À laisser une trace, à retenir la lumière. Mais peut-être que le sens n'est pas de durer... Peut-être est-il simplement de brûler assez fort pour avoir, ne serait-ce qu'un instant, éclairé quelque chose.
EN A matchstick promises nothing. It appears, burns, then disappears, for only a few seconds between nothingness and nothingness. And yet, in that fleeting moment, it is enough to give shape to the darkness. Perhaps we are made of the same substance: temporary presences, a few sparks in a night far greater than ourselves. We often seek to endure, to leave a trace, to hold on to the light. But perhaps the meaning is not in lasting…
Perhaps it is simply to burn brightly enough to have, if only for a moment, illuminated something.
Draped in strings and pedal steel moan, it evokes existential late-Sixties/early-Seventies radio balladry like Glen Campbell’s version of Jimmy Webb’s “Wichita Lineman” and Harry Nilsson’s cover of Fred Neil’s “Everybody’s Talkin’.” The sound dates back to Springsteen’s youth, and he channels it masterfully, with some of his most polished singing.
for The Dark Realm Collective - Ghost Art Pack, released on July 28th.
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