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C/O Berlin is opening SHOOT! . Existential Photography tonight at 7 p.m. at the Postfuhramt, Oranienburgerstrasse 35/36.
You are all cordially invited to join us and find out about the peculiar fascination of fairground shooting galleries: making a target of one’s own ego, or—for the price of a picture—succumbing to the temptation of staging a duel with yourself as the opponent.
C/O Berlin, 4.Februar 2011
Ausstellung
SHOOT! . Fotografie existentiell
5. Februar bis 27. März 2011
Eröffnung Freitag, 4. Februar 2011, 19 Uhr
"Wie die Kamera eine Sublimierung des Gewehrs ist, so ist das Abfotografieren eines anderen ein sublimierter Mord – ein sanfter, einem traurigen und verängstigten Zeitalter angemessen." Susan Sontag
Anlegen, zielen, abdrücken, schießen, nachladen – wer ins Schwarze trifft, begeht fotografischen Suizid oder visuelles Harakiri. In den Jahren nach dem Ersten Weltkrieg tauchte der sogenannte Fotoschuss als kuriose Attraktion auf Jahrmärkten auf. Die spielerische Herausforderung beinhaltet die verstörende Geste, angesichts der fotografischen Trophäe auf sich selbst angelegt zu haben. Welch‘ seltsame Faszination, sein eigenes Ego in eine Zielscheibe zu verwandeln, oder – um den Preis eines Bildes – der Versuchung zu erliegen, ein Duell mit sich selbst als Gegner auszutragen.
Zum Selbstporträt mit Waffe wurden unzählige Schützen verführt, berühmte Künstler und Intellektuelle kosteten den Taumel der fotografischen Selbstzerstörung aus. Die Ausstellung beleuchtet diese fast vergessene Bildform und spürt dem Motiv, bei dem der Betrachter zur Zielscheibe wird, in zeitgenössischen Arbeiten nach.
Legen Sie selbst an! Im Zentrum der Ausstellung steht die Rekonstruktion eines echten Foto-Schießstandes. Hier kann der Besucher die Erfahrung machen, welche Lust es bereitet, von sich ein Porträt zu erzielen.
The Existentially Crisised Boy!
Our teenager came for this event to see another boy who did wonders in his teen, Mark Zuckerberg.
Sadly Zuckerberg never turned up and Tushar was all left over with hundred of random photos with their blurred id photocopies. Stuck between Gujju girls with their dhokla,faffda,thepla brunch and snacks, Tushar actually felt, what is he doing in his life- helping for the legal stuff where he himself is illegal by age
for half of the things in this world.
The more I learn about myself, the more I fear myself. I’m told I should remain neutral. A Switzerland of the mind.
The more I learn about myself, the more I fear myself. I’m told I should remain neutral. A Switzerland of the mind.
June 29, 2017 - Aspen, Colorado, USA: Aspen Institute Ideas Festival:
438 - Pandemics and the Existential Threat to Global Security (Priority)
Ron Klain, Lisa Monaco, Nancy Sullivan
Moderator: Tommy Vietor
St. Regis Hotel Ballroom
5:30 - 6:30 pm
Photo by Ian Wagreich
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June 29, 2017 - Aspen, Colorado, USA: Aspen Institute Ideas Festival:
438 - Pandemics and the Existential Threat to Global Security (Priority)
Ron Klain, Lisa Monaco, Nancy Sullivan
Moderator: Tommy Vietor
St. Regis Hotel Ballroom
5:30 - 6:30 pm
Photo by Ian Wagreich
la tristeza existencial del androide
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existential sadness android¡¡
June 29, 2017 - Aspen, Colorado, USA: Aspen Institute Ideas Festival:
438 - Pandemics and the Existential Threat to Global Security (Priority)
Ron Klain, Lisa Monaco, Nancy Sullivan
Moderator: Tommy Vietor
St. Regis Hotel Ballroom
5:30 - 6:30 pm
Photo by Ian Wagreich
CLONELY
Tuesday 25 July and Wednesday 26 July at 9pm, £5.
King’s Arms Studio, 11 Bloom Street, Salford M3 6AN.
CLONELY is an adventure in existential sci-fi crisis. A blend of bullsh*t arthouse theatre with the best of sci-fi cinema, but on stage and with DIY props. Expect lo-fi aesthetics, an awkward five minute docking scene, and long monologues about how dark and bleak space life is. Are you scared of dying aclone?
Presented by Charlie Hammond and Jasmine Chatfield.
Sci-fi, performance, art, theatre.
Book tickets via www.greatermanchesterfringe.co.uk
Interview with Charlie by Andrew Riley and Aleksandra Todorova: youtu.be/xwumviEnCEw
Photograph Shay Rowan
caught this image of a kid hanging out the window of his families caravan/winnebago as it passed through center city
Walking on foot brings you down to the very stark, naked core of existence. We travel too much in airplanes and cars. It’s an existential quality that we are losing. It’s almost like a credo of religion that we should walk.
There is, of course, something inherently romantic—if not heroic—about the extreme solitary explorer enveloped by nature. The very image of Herzog on foot recalls the iconic 19th-century paintings of Caspar David Friedrich, especially his Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog, with its lone figure staring out at the wide vista above the clouds.
'Truth itself wanders through the forests,' Herzog writes near the end. Yet here he embroiders his memories for effect: The vast swath of geography between Munich and Paris is littered with industrial towns and cities.
Once he comes out on the other end, traversing the deforested Champs-Élysées (“We were close to what they call the breath of danger”), Herzog emerges victorious.
― Of Walking in Ice: (Munich-Paris, 23 November–14 December 1974)
by Werner Herzog
Is this too easy? It was such a perfect evening, the clouds, the temperature and the light were all cooperating.
The baby turtle stuck his head up high and looked at the bee. Then soon after he crawled under the lily to his right. Bee 1. Turtle 0.
Puscifer
at The Greek Theatre
Los Angeles, CA
June 12, 2022
All photos © Kaley Nelson Photography - www.KaleyNelson.com
Ya know how when you look at a wonderful photograph on flickr, and your heart composes poetry, or sings a song, or ponders existential conundrums? Isn’t it fascinating when more than your eyes are touched by a photograph?
That’s how Spring is for me.
Ya know how when you take a familiar lengthy trip and measure distance traveled and distance to go by familiar landmarks along the way? It may be towns, silos, potty breaks, but we tend measure our journey by pre-arrivals rather than time or distance. That’s how spring is for me.
One travels through February dreading the last few cold nights. Along the side of the road a robin is spotted. - the first landmark. A bit further, a daffodil, then the Bradford Pears, the azaleas, the dogwoods, until eventually, the greatest moment of all – Wisteria’s dripping purple tears.
The paradox of spring centers on new birth and blossoming life. But no birth comes without pain, not even a re-birth, perhaps especially not a re-birth. Great pangs are endured before the dormancy of winter is overcome and the first buds are put forth. Death has been endured, and being reborn requires great fortitude and pain.
Wisteria paints this picture for me, and on the day that I spot the first purple tear, I inevitably shed a tear myself. It is so much more than beautiful. I could never presume that my blessings were without cost.
Purple blessings in falling tears.
Read some backstory?
It's always there. If you are ever passing the the crucifixion scene on Slea Head you'll see it looking out on the Skelligs.
I'm so tired of learning to talk
Building fences on the wall
In this state, I shall not remain
I don't want to go, but if I die young
Fill my empty room with the sun
Fill my empty room with the sun
This doesn't matter like it did before
This doesn't matter much anymore
Change my mind or help me to try
Im afraid and I'm not satisfied
In this state I shall not remain
Daylight is not the same
When your stabbing at the stars
In your eyes, and bleeding
Is what you see
This doesn't matter much anymore
~ Marjorie Fair, excerpt from "Empty Room" on the CD "Self-Help Serenade"
Mick, an intact colt (for the time being), was born on a PMU farm & rescued while being "sold" at an auction frequented by slaughterhouse purchase agents
Minolta Dynax 800si
Minolta AF 50mm f2.8 Macro
Minolta 5200i Flash (Manual exposure, off camera and bounced of ceiling).
Ilford HP5+ developed in Rodinal 1+50 for 11 minutes at 20C. Chosen to maximise the appearance of grain.
This picture was taken in 1974 by a friend, after we had stayed up all night discussing all the mysteries of the universe. Until today, I hadn't seen the picture for years, and when I first found it, my impression was that I really looked tired. However, after looking at it for a while, I moticed that my eyes reflected the confusion I felt back in those days. I was always searching for that elusive thing called truth, and always coming up short. Then, happily, just a couple of years after this picture was taken, Truth found me, and life has never been the same.
The images are based on Danny Castillones Sillada's live art performance at Cesare A.X. Syjuco art exhibit "The Ancestry of Stone", July 24, 2010, Galleria Duemila, Pasay City, Philippines.
Ya know how when you look at a wonderful photograph on flickr, and your heart composes poetry, or sings a song, or ponders existential conundrums? Isn’t it fascinating when more than your eyes are touched by a photograph?
That’s how Spring is for me.
Ya know how when you take a familiar lengthy trip and measure distance traveled and distance to go by familiar landmarks along the way? It may be towns, silos, potty breaks, but we tend measure our journey by pre-arrivals rather than time or distance. That’s how spring is for me.
One travels through February dreading the last few cold nights. Along the side of the road a robin is spotted. - the first landmark. A bit further, a daffodil, then the Bradford Pears, the azaleas, the dogwoods, until eventually, the greatest moment of all – Wisteria’s dripping purple tears.
The paradox of spring centers on new birth and blossoming life. But no birth comes without pain, not even a re-birth, perhaps especially not a re-birth. Great pangs are endured before the dormancy of winter is overcome and the first buds are put forth. Death has been endured, and being reborn requires great fortitude and pain.
Wisteria paints this picture for me, and on the day that I spot the first purple tear, I inevitably shed a tear myself. It is so much more than beautiful. I could never presume that my blessings were without cost.
Purple blessings in falling tears.
Read some backstory?