NOT ONE. TWO.

Seahorse - Borealnz - thank you again

Debris in water - Terri Lynn - Bless you

Glass brick - Gerla Brakkee - my friend, thank you

Inspired by a conversation with Andrea

and the father that cares for his children.

treated myself to a Panasonic LX100 last year thinking it would serve as a "pocket" camera. Never really got on with it. Well enough constructed but I find it a bit fiddly to use.

Just getting round to clearing out the memory card now after 6 months of sitting jacket pockets, this one was shot in the seasonal German market in Edinburgh. Not as sharp as it might be but the best of a fairly mediocre bunch.

Abruzzo and Molise mountain ranges

Here we've got an existential classic from the id-iom stable. Just as I was getting a little bored during the spring clean of my 'studio' I came across the old 'How can I tell her?' stencils and thought putting that on canvas for a little street drop is a far better use of my time than actually doing any cleaning. I think my favourite aspect of this picture is his desperation at his inability to tell her that they aren't really lovers and are, in fact, just stencils. Life can be tough, can't it?

Cheers

id-iom

"They thought they could dispose of me

They tried to make me small

I suffered each indignity

But now rise above it all"

From 'Don't Forget Me' from "Smash"

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A black-and-white view of a decaying building in Rijeka, where a vertical mural of primate faces stares out from a crumbling wall. The expressive artwork contrasts with broken staircases and exposed stone, evoking themes of memory, collapse and continuity. A satellite dish stands awkwardly in front, adding a modern echo to the ruin. A moment of urban archaeology and existential commentary.

the existential void

we

as humans

all suffer

and are challenged by

March 2020

this image was taken 160 years after and

directly below the spot @

COOPER SQUARE

where ABE LINCOLN gave his

COOPER UNION ADDRESS

in

MANHATTAN

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FEB 27 1860

Photography’s new conscience

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today I am over at Vewfinders talking about slumps and this particular existential crisis

A free Spirit

Mirit Ben-Nun was born in Beer- Sheva in 1966. Over the years she has presented in solo exhibitions and participated in group exhibitions in Israel and around the world.

When she was six, her father was killed in a car accident, leaving behind his wife and two daughters, Mirit and Dana.

Ben-Nun had difficulty concentrating on studies, which caused behavioral problems, and at the age of fourteen she dropped out of the education system and went to work. The colors and writing tools gave her a quiet private space and her own way of surviving. Creativity eased her tumultuous soul.

Until her early 30’s she worked as a telemarketer and for the next fourteen years she doodled and doodled. While talking to customers she filled thousands of pages with lines and dots that resembled hundreds of compressed eggs and seeds which she threw away.

In a large portion of each page she would pick a random word and would write it down over and over while concentrating on her hand movements.

Even then she noticed the rising of her need and obsession as she practiced the endless doodling and writing.

Ben-Nun testifies that the lack of artistic training to paint "correctly" freed her from adhering to the rules of painting and allowed her freedom and spirit of rebellion.

In 1998, she received a bunch of canvases and acrylic paints as a gift from her sister.

She brought the acrylic into her world of lines and dots; she went back to painting women and masks that appeared in her childhood paintings and flooded them with lines and dots without separating body and background.

This is also the moment when Ben-Nun began to refer to herself as a painter.

and when art became the center of her life.

The intense colors in Ben-Nun's paintings sweep the viewer into a sensual experience. The viewer traces the surge of dots and lines formed in packed layers of paint. The movement leads to a kind of female-male hormonal dance within the human body and to a communion with an artistic experience of instinct, passion, conceiving and birth.

Contributing to this experience is the wealth of characteristics reminiscent of tribal art. Ben-Nun merges these with a humorous and kicking contemporary Western Pop art. In the language of unique art, Ben-Nun creates an unconventional conversation between past and present cultures.

It is evident that the paintings emerge from a regenerated need and desire, a force that erupts from her soul, a subconscious survival instinct to which she cannot or does not want to resist.

Ben-Nun places women at the center stage where they are her work focus. The paintings obsessively deal with the existential experience of being a woman in the world. A few of the women's paintings carry feminist slogans stressing the women's struggle in society, a critique for being held to perfection and being required to perform as a model of "beauty, purity and motherhood". Feminism pulsates in Ben-Nun's psyche, through her diverse female images and the play between beauty and unsightliness; Ben-Nun assimilates the consciousness of feminine possibility, of not being "perfect", of being powerful, influential, and outside social norms. This mandates a departure from acceptable limitations where Ben-Nun creates a new world of free spirit for women.

Mirit Ben-Nun is a mother of three and the grandmother of three grandchildren.

Mirela Tal

Maps

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As part of coordinated protest action by tens of thousands of people worldwide, demonstrators took to the streets to demand urgent action to tackle the existential threat of catastrophic climate change. In London, several hundred protesters, many of them students, met in Parliament Square before marching to the Home Office. All part of the Fridays for Future campaign.

Here, a protester carries a placard - "You cannot eat money but you can eat the rich," underlining the extent to which the wealthy, and particularly the top 1%, are not only responsible for most of the emissions but are also consuming and wasting land intensive food products particularly from animal agriculture. At the same time, concentrated corporate power lobbies governments to resist demands for richer nations to subsidize poorer countries to enable them to transform to more sustainable development paths. Higher taxation levels on the rich could help to lower emissions and provide essential support to the victims of climate change.

"You can eat the rich" is a slogan, originally attributed to the Genevan philosopher Jean-Jacques Rousseau, but now widely used by those opposed to growing income inequality as it has become increasingly extreme in the fifty years since the 1970s, due in part to increased corporate power over government.

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Killing Joke - I am The Virus

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The Princess takes the young poet, Cégeste.

Best on Black

Location: The Photographer's Workshop: slurl.com/secondlife/Trapper/86/61/39

Oak Bluffs, Massachusetts. 7.25" Verito, HP5 on a Graflex Series D 4x5

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A tropical looking house on a street corner in DeLand, Florida shot in digital infrared. The title refers to the "no outlet" street sign.

Existential Dispositions.

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plé suthain iomadaíodh foilsithe mínithe ar fad athbhreithnithe ag smaoineamh fealsúna samplaí fiáin,

punti intricati motivi selation epigrammi testi letterature sfumature infinite frasi studenti compromessi,

عدم الإرتباط بالفروق في النمو وعدم الإحباط في تنمية الفرضيات تقريب الأهداف المحددة,

Systemisierungsverwaltungen psychologische universelle gefühle tauchen getroffen metaphysische welt ein,

Realización conceptos interpretación existencia fuentes sin valor medición de las categorías inaplicables significados,

Úvahy Zjednodušení předpoklady hypotézy positing destruktivní hlediskové opatření popření,

ιδανικά ιδεαλισμός απογοητευμένος επιθυμίες τιμές προφανές αποχή αλήθειες κακό κατανοητή σύγχρονη ύπαρξη,

Метафизики нигилизм ценности импатистическая мораль имманентные инстинкты уверенность в далекой воле фатализм,

信念を衰える存在感を失う最大の崩壊非合理的な条件を考慮した最大の崩壊.

Steve.D.Hammond.

Liminality (from the Latin meaning "a threshold") is a psychological, neurological, or metaphysical subjective state, conscious or unconscious, of being on the "threshold" of or between two different existential planes, as defined in neurological psychology (a "liminal state").

I think we can all identify with that.... ;-)

Within human experience, time and space are inextricably entangled.

Together they form the basis of our everyday life, and moreover, link

it to the very beginning of life and thus existence itself, that is to the

origin of the evolution of the universe from a singularity, the big

bang. It is this interdependence of the two concepts and their initial

genesis that I focus on in my artistic practice.

The expansive installation Perception of the Stendhal Syndrome rep-

resents my conception to approach existential questions through the

means of aesthetic experience. By means of developing a specific set

of techniques, I aim to overcome the limits of the medium of painting

and to expand it by the category of time.

With this work, I hope to engage the visitor on all levels,

instantaneously: Perception of the Stendhal Syndrome comprises one

of my large-scale white-on-black paintings from the series

Gene&Ethics – Master Prism (1,80 x 2,80 m) and a custom-made,

sculptural magnifying glass, measuring 1,58 m in height, which is

hung from the ceiling at distance to the canvas. Each visitor will

perceive a completely unique series of images when approaching the

work, as every slightest move generates an entirely new impression.

The installation thus aims to provide an experience of my work that

simultaneously allows for a macro perspective and micro perspective

of the painting, thereby revealing my different painting techniques,

which are the result of a long-term synthesizing process of

conceptual practices and technical-chemical explorations.

I have been experimenting with the constitutive elements of painting,

that is the quality of the paint, its support, as well as a range of

unconventional painting techniques, to attain this effect. Through the

interplay between the medium, the timing and my body, physically

moving around a canvas on the floor, I seek to derive a specific fluid

and organic quality in my paintings.

The literally puzzling and elusive nature of the experience of

approaching Gene&Ethics – Master Prism while looking through a

magnifying glass, lies at the center of my interest: each beholder is

forced to reverberate his/her own position in regard to the work and

within the actual space, instinctively. At the beginning of every

philosophical reflection stands the question of the point of view. With

this installation, I would like to take an explicit stance towards this

issue, as it is each individual human being that stands at the center

of the art: My work only exists when being experienced!

However, it not only deals with perception, on the contrary, with the

strategy of providing sensual experiences, I seek to sharpen the

senses for societal and environmental issues. I have drawn inspiration

from sculptors, such as Anish Kapoor and Tony Cragg, but also the

architect Frank Gehry, who are all known for providing unique spatial

experiences that trigger reflections about one’s existence.

The installation thus literally reaches out, in order to encompass the

viewer on a bodily, psychological and self-reflexive level. By way of

providing this engaging experience, I try to raise the viewers’

awareness of space-time, opening up the possibility to relate this

perception to the ‘bigger picture’ of our existence.

"The existential horror of compulsive honesty."

(Norm Macdonald)

The story of Yuki’s existential dilemma.

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Created for the We’re Here day to create a Six Word Story.

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Today’s America — at least

as measured by the actions

and inactions of the pariahs

who roam its halls of power

and the people who put them

there —

is insular, cruel and uncaring.

In this America, the House can

— as it did in July — pass a

farm bill that left out the food

stamp program at a time nearly

48 million, are depending on

the benefits.

In today’s America, poverty

and homelessness can easily

seep beneath the wall we

erect in our minds to define

it.

Damon Winter/The New York Times

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I can't stop my mind

Shelter, From All the Wrong Reasons

Depression isn't triggered by a world filled with sadness. Depression is having blessings in your life, actually acknowledging the fact that they are CONSIDERED blessings, but simply not finding their value. Depression is building a shield. One that’s supposed to protect, but instead keeps all the joys from entering. Depression is seeing your weaknesses better than everyone. Depression is feeling that you’re both too good and too worthless to be in this world.

Depression isn't a feeling. It’s not synonymous with sadness. It’s is knowing that you’re too small to change anything in anybody’s life.

And you’re probably sometimes correct.

And you know it.

And you hate it.

It starts as a little tiny idea in the back of your head. The universe is HUGE. You are one miniscule person, and your odds are most likely scattered around being average. Not everyone who works hard makes it. And ‘making it’ is very relative. You’re too small to make a difference: this toxic mindset starts creeping its way into anything and everything you do. So you start thinking that going to work or school today isn't really going to affect anybody in anyway. Then you think that hanging out with this friend today isn't really going to affect anything. So you start missing important occasions, because yes they seem important to this friend today, but how does it matter 15 years from now? And anyway, are you really that important to make a significant difference with your presence? This feeling that everything including your being is worthless drags on to your family and lover and school and work and hobbies and every little aspect of your life, till you actually become it. Fake it till you make it, or in this case, fake it till you break it. Your friends start noticing that even when you’re present you barely have any contribution. They start valuing you less and less. People you meet for the first time now think you’re just too silent, or shy, or maybe stuck-up or anti-social. You find yourself sitting idle in group discussions thinking ‘what’s the point of even trying to convince anyone about anything?’ You think of a clever joke or comeback but you stop yourself before a word comes out because there’s no point or purpose... Then all you EVER think is ‘what’s the point’.

What’s the point of getting out of bed?

What’s the point of getting a job?

What’s the point of having a friend?

What’s the point of eating?

What’s the point of working hard?

What’s the point of success?

What’s the point of being alive? … and… is it necessary?

At this point you barely have any friends, and even those few people who are magically still in your life resent you for not being both physically and emotionally present for them. You can’t relate to anybody and no one understands you simply because you don’t let them in. You spend most your days in bed trying to sleep it all off. You fail your courses and you lag behind on everything else.

This makes it worse, because you were right. You’re jobless, friendless, and lonely; you’re a worthless failure. To make it even worse, everybody keeps reminding you of that. They tell you should be more active. You should go out more. You should work harder. You should get yourself together. And the fact is, you don’t have a clue that you’re depressed. You just think ‘This is the way I am, a worthless piece of crap that disappoints everybody’. New acquaintances validate that, because they’ve only seen the vacant skeleton you’ve become. They don’t know you. You sometimes try to follow your few friends’ advice and be more active but it backfires, because you’re in so deep in this vicious whirlwind that you end up hating yourself for not being able to ‘ just snap out of it’.

SNAP OUT OF IT!

SNAP OUT OF IT!

SNAP OUT OF IT!

..the worst thing any depressed soul can hear.

There comes a point –hopefully- where you have the realization that you’re depressed. That this is not really YOU. That this is just a mindset you can shed off. And you feel positive for the first time since what feels like forever, because you finally know what’s wrong! So you hurry and tell the couple of people you still trust. And what a mistake that can be. They go right ahead and list your countless blessings and tell you to just STOP BEING SAD because there’s nothing to be sad about. But you’re not sad! You’re just incapable of happiness, because what’s the point of being happy and is happiness even real? These are just some questions raised that, if answered properly, could start a chain of thoughts that would end all this mess. If you’re strong and fortunate enough, you’d do your research and realize the baby steps to make to get out of this whirlwind. And if you’re lucky enough, you’d have someone trustworthy help in slowly and carefully pulling you out of this disintegrating mindset.

If not,

you’d linger on that last question…

What’s the point of being alive? … and is it necessary?

If not, I pray a miracle happens before you do what you think is the only sensible way out.

Next time you see someone depressed, please don’t assume they’re in a long-term sadness or grief. Don’t assume they’re delusional. And please don’t tell them to just snap out of it.

Next time you see someone depressed, genuinely tell them how valuable they are in your life, which might be all they need.

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A statement of purpose, an existential proclamation, and, given the tens of thousands crowding the quad, an extremely useful piece of forethought.

Animated Tv's! Choose from Aerobics chicken dance, Loveline, guaranteed to improve your love life, or those that just want to have an existential crisis we've included a static version. 3li! All included

Instead of a tchotchke that I have to dust, I brought back a tattoo from my trip. 😍

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I'm sorry, I cannot eat fruit that's going through a period of reflection and self-examination.