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Oddyssey - 2005 is the title of the commissioned mural at the new University Hall, build to celebrate the Singapore’s National University Centennial. Measuring 110 sqm and realized in glazed stoneware, it is Delia’s largest ceramic mural, executed as a continuous composition, which was conceived as an integrated artwork for the new building’s architecture as a functional, "cascading wall". It is an interpretation of a timeless and universal theme- the perpetual journey followed by the eternal return to home, the process of maturation trough sacrifices, struggle and aspiration. The large scale of the mural allowed for the creation of an allegoric, symbolic space which is able to convey the message of conquering the unknown and the pleasure and satisfaction of adventure and discovery. The water, in its dramatic transformation, from quiet river or waterfall to open sea or turbulent ocean is used as a metaphor for the shaping, learning and development process students encounter since their early age to their adult life. The water, as a source of life, is the physical and existential medium for all natural growth as much as schools and university in all human societies are the source of knowledge and spiritual nurturing, inspiration and sublime intellectual achievements.
Before I even began contemplating being a vegetarian, I remember as a child looking at the struggling lobsters and other trapped fish in these holding cells at markets and restaurants and I remember feeling so sad and identifying with these writhing beings, struggling in anguish at this point of their futile existence. And I remember thinking….is this life? And we are just supposed to eat them? I found out much later when I was in my 20s that I was allergic to most seafood, not that it mattered. I think I might also be little allergic to suffering. It seems to impact me in a different way than other people. It’s hard for me to breathe just thinking about all of the pain world wide.
So, I see this little girl clutching her stuffed animal with this look of shock, revelation, and revulsion on her face and, though this is far from a perfect photograph in many ways, I can so relate to that look.
When I was seven or eight, I also visited Red Lobster for the first time in my life. My mom, a seafood fanatic at the time (she’s now a vegetarian), really felt like if I just tried it, I would like it. But, I saw that lobster and locked myself in the bathroom, having the first panic attack of my life. That existential dread was going nowhere and I refused to come out until she promised to take me home. I rarely ever “got my way” when I was a child but my mom figured out pretty quickly that she didn’t want to visit me several years later as a seriously malnourished 30 year old, eating only crumbs of biscuits other restroom goers were willing to feed me every now and then.
**All photos are copyrighted. You can have my panic attack, though**
When existential mist drapes the immediate world in a layer of mystery
The rising sun sheds it's morning light
Reveals what matters and begins to solve the mystery
Paddling my canoe often provides me with answers
Lyrics and music that answer the enigna can be heard in the link below
Melody Gardot & Philippe Powell - Plus Fort Que Nous
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECuKTK1Tnk8&list=RDpCX3JtxzxI...
Stay blessed
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CARETAKING/INTERSPACES The Weird And The Eerie/fluctuating networks of existential events : Photographic pathologies of alterity
Tonight Ukraine stands alone, but it has never had more friends. However too many of those 'friends' are cowed by timidity, greed and sloth. NATO stands at the door, unable to assist for fear of an existential war for the world. Whilst Britain supplied 2000 of the latest NLAW and even more Javelin anti-tank missiles, and demanded extreme European sanctions on Russia Germany supplied 5000 helmets. Only late today has it agreed to supply 1000 obsolete anti-tank weapons and 500 Javelins. Apparently it is now considering agreeing to Russia being blocked from the SWIFT banking system. Belgium wanted sanctions to exclude diamonds. Italy wanted luxury goods such as Gucci loafers and handbags excluded from sanctions. Where are their morals? Can they even be trusted as NATO members? Would they fight at all in defence of another NATO member? with handbags? In the face of an existential threat to another democratic European country they have shown themselves to be feeble, selfish, slow and unreliable, and almost useless in the defence of freedom and democracy. As we all watch the news we see citizens of a country where they stare in the face a terrible threat to their own survival, pride, patriotism, determination and a desire for right to prevail over evil. I think Ukraine are winning the right to be good members of the EU and NATO.
Russia and all its people will suffer unprecedented sanctions from all round the world. Manchester United have cancelled Aeroflot sponsorship. Poland and Sweden are refusing to play Russia in World Cup qualifying games, Russian F1 Grand Prix cancelled, Russian private aircraft and airliners are banned from flying over many parts of the world. Visas cancelled. Banks blocked. The Rouble in freefall. Champion's League final taken away from St Petersburg. Bolshoi Ballet cancelled. Russia banned from Eurovision Song Contest, Kremlin website taken off-line, Russian ships taken into custody. peace, stop the war, protests in Moscow and around the world, ............the world is not happy with Russia! Even China is distancing itself from what Russia has done....what Putin has done in all Russian's names. You are pariah's of the world. Putin has stolen your future.
Putin will be defeated by his own greed and stupidity. Viva 🇺🇦 No surrender!
The beech leaves are coming out. Tried to match with this photo my contemplative mood.
These are times where perseverance is more important than ever. This is easier with a purpose. It creates meaning, as reflecting on life creates meaning. Life is inherently meaningful, it does not matter which purpose one follow, as long as one follows it and this purpose is in accordance with a virtuous live.
Living a creative and compassionate life is meaningful. Enjoyment of beauty, art and nature is meaningful. Perseverance in the face of suffering is meaningful.
Living in awareness is meaningful. Going with the flow is meaningful.
The saying I have chosen belongs to the 6th-century Chinese sage Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching.
The philosopher Friedrich Nietzche spent seven wonderful summers on these trails, the most productive period of his life. I found his ideas a bit disturbing yet they keep on grasping at my consciousness. These huge mountains remind me of our insignificance. Yet, they also possess the explanations of our existential dilemma as Nietzche may have seen. At least, that's how I see it when I also put my feet on these trails.
I have been off flickr for a few years. I am trying to revive this account in order to better organize, archive my various photography/printing projects. So pardon the “work in progress” as I clean up and get things updated. I’m excited to see everyone’s work again :-D and I hope I will be motivated to keep this up! I’m still on insta, but it just doesn’t cut it when it comes to archives and organization.
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.
Kent Monkman derived the title of his piece from the iconic portrait of the same name by Norwegian painter Edvard Munch (1863–1944). Like Munch, Monkman harnesses the universal language of anguish to create an image of terror that reverberates beyond the canvas. Monkman’s work also calls to mind Irish-British painter Francis Bacon (1909–1992), whose image of a distorted Pope Innocent X embodies the idea of power twisted into cruelty, a critique of institutions—the church and the state—that have so often perpetuated violence. But while Munch and Bacon express existential dread, Monkman grounds his scream in lived intergenerational trauma, transforming modernist symbols of despair into a searing indictment of colonial violence.
the most golden of all sunrises I've ever witnessed in my life, right over the Norwegian Sea. A moment to remember :)
Henri, le Chat Noir: The Existential Musings of an Angst-Filled Cat by William Braden
Gift Shop, West Building, National Gallery of Art
Washington DC
2 Jan 2026
where once fruitful soil
and profound sky and earth's thrum
now but futile shards
and frail grasp of meager cleft
through merciless time
Solastalgia: “ …a form of emotional or existential distress caused by environmental change.”
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If you visit Whitemill Bay, with the exception of North Ronaldsay, there is nothing but open sea until you arrive at Shetland. The Northerly wilderness and the deserted bay bring home the feral expanse of the Northern Isles and a trajectory towards the Faroe's, Iceland, Jan Mayen and the Arctic Circle.
Whitemill Bay is eerily beautiful, the patterns of the untouched slate that are prevalent across the bay, the white sands and the deep, variegated hues of the ocean inspire awe and evoke a feeling of alienation that is redolent of human disparity with nature. Paradoxically, the beauty of the bay evokes a profound calmness that, for me, is an expression of the existential link between human beings and nature. However. I acknowledge that the bifurcation between man and nature is arbitrary.
There was no human presence during my visit, the only other creatures I observed were a splattering of Sea Gulls in the near distance, baying and shrieking like some kind of Jurassic animal! The natural light appeared to be filtered through the dramatic cloud forms that threatened storms, despite the warm, sunny conditions. Rainbow-like colours hung in the air, giving a subtle colouration and the graphic hues of the rocks, sea and sand seemed to create a painting that was yet to be painted!
Simon
Orkney Isle's, Scotland.
My favourite city walk, the green tunnel that follows the chalk stream, which is a conduit for so much wildlife. Sometimes you won't see any animals, but other times you can see kingfishers, little egrets, water rails, grass snakes, water voles, muntjac deer, foxes and many other species. We are very lucky to have it, and take part in the regular clear-ups of the rubbish that either blows in or gets callously dumped there. This threat is dwarfed however by the existential one posed by over abstraction of water from the springs that supply it; our water supply must be managed for people and environment first, and private profit second.
It was full moon yesterday, and because it coincided with the moon at its closest position to earth, the full moon showed 7% larger than average.
Looking at the sky last night, my thoughts dreamt away. Existential questions. Why is the universe organized as it is? Planets, moons, stars, galaxies. Formed by the law of nature, but are other forms of organisation possible as well? And is our planet the only one with life? If so, why are the other celestial objects existing? If not, how will life on other planets look like? Similar as ours, or organized differently?
The universe seems to follow strict mechanical rules, while this still leads to diversity and chaos on every scale. What does that mean for our own free will? Is it really free, or is it only a product of this mechanical chaos as well, and ergo deterministic?
Questions to dream about, without finding definite answers. Perhaps that is what keeps us moving. If we would knew it all, what would be left to dream about?
HSS!
ODC - Theme (20-06-2013): The big question
Silders Sunday (23-06-2013)
EXPLORE (23-06-2013)
When you feel a warm coffee breeze and hear laughter skidding across the table, that’s my kink. I’m dropping caffeinated garbage into my failing corpse to help nature with the deterioration. Excuse me if i’m antisocial. But still. Wanna come over and have an existential crisis together? Extinction protocol dream portal 1.
Invisible Reality - Parallel Fantasy
8x10 darkroom print
This is an experimental darkroom print from my "Aftermath" series. I am really happy that this print was purchased to be used in an album cover by a Japanese band Calme Adiction. Here is a link to where it appears calmeadiction.bandcamp.com/track/land-of-ulcer-live-ver
Also I'm really happy how the solarization turned out, it's a pretty hard darkroom technique.
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.
There are decisions we make in the dead of night that stop being choices and become fractures in the foundation of our lives. You sit in the suffocating silence, watching the smoke of a cigarette curl into the light, realizing that the reputation you’ve spent a lifetime curating is nothing more than a cage you’ve meticulously built for yourself. You see the systems you’ve served, the status you’ve chased, and the integrity you’ve worn like armor, and suddenly, they are all exposed as tools of your own confinement.
The epiphany is cold and absolute: to reclaim your own narrative, you must become the architect of its destruction. There is no middle ground left, no graceful exit from a life that no longer fits. You stop measuring the cost of failure because the alternative - remaining trapped in a definition provided by others - has become a slow death of the spirit.
You lean into the glare of the lamp, accepting that by dawn, the version of yourself the world recognizes will be a casualty of this moment. You don’t seek ruin, but you have reached the point where the existing order is simply no longer tenable. If the foundation must burn to clear the path, you let it burn. You have chosen the risk, and in that act of defiance, you are finally, terrifyingly free.
he moved slowly. his silhouette sharp against the concrete curves. the city’s embrace felt cold. quiet. only shadows watched him pass.
a fleeting presence etched in sunlight — the echo of someone just passing by. no face, no footsteps, only the soft weight of absence on a worn city wall.
A solitary figure stands where rock meets sea, confronting the vast horizon without promise of reply. Not serenity but the raw tension of existence—alienation sharpened into defiance, solitude carved into symbol. Here, the world is indifferent, the sea restless, the rocks unyielding. Yet in the act of standing, the figure affirms a fragile freedom: to face the void, to remain, to choose.
Life doesn't have to be one big existential crisis after another. It's like any other job. You get two fifteen minute breaks and a half hour for lunch.
"Among the different types of project, that of bad faith is of generic importance for an existential understanding of what it is to be human. This importance derives ultimately from its ethical relevance. [Jean-Paul] Sartre's analysis of the project of bad faith is grounded in vivid examples. Thus Sartre describes the precise and mannered movements of a cafe waiter. In thus behaving, the waiter is identifying himself with his role as waiter in the mode of being in-itself. In other words, the waiter is discarding his real nature as for-itself ... to adopt that of the in-itself. He is thus denying his transcendence as for-itself in favour of the kind of transcendence characterising the in-itself. In this way, the burden of his freedom, i.e. the requirement to decide for himself what to do, is lifted from his shoulders since his behaviour is as though set in stone by the definition of the role he has adopted.
The mechanism involved in such a project involves an inherent contradiction. Indeed, the very identification at the heart of bad faith is only possible because the waiter is a for-itself, and can indeed choose to adopt such a project. So the freedom of the for-itself is a pre-condition for the project of bad faith which denies it."
University College, London
a man stops to tie his shoe. everyone else keeps moving, blurred figures in transit, reflections stretching across the ceiling. the station hums with motion, but in this moment, he is still. münchner freiheit, a pause in the rush.
For Israelis, politics is a tool for realizing what they believe to be their "historical rights" and ensuring the survival of a nation that faces repeated existential threats. Here are some key elements that demonstrate the inextricable link between politics and history in Israel
Israeli political leaders, such as Benjamin Netanyahu, frequently use history—including the politicization of antisemitism—to strengthen their political positions and dominate the national narrative. The history of major parties like the Likud Party is also closely tied to the roots of right-wing ideology, which focuses on land acquisition based on historical claims.
Oslo's Frognerparken is known by tourists as Vigeland Park, after the early 20th century artist Gustav Vigeland, who with a few sculptors created an installation of over 200 statues and other works in granite and bronze, mostly human figures in all states of life and attitude. It is epic, existential, and unique. I had photographed it once before many years ago, in daylight and warm weather, so it was interesting on my recent visit to see it at dusk in winter. Some of the figures are lit by stylised electric lights that are part of the installation, and their warm colour made strong contrasts with the freezing conditions, as well as revealing the textures of the granite and bronze in human form. I'll post some more over the next few weeks.
The Soviet-Afghan War memorial in the Victory Park in Armenia's capital Yevevan. It's located on "Heroes Alley" where Soviet-era war heroes in Afghanistan back to the 1930s are commemorated by name. I can find no more information about it.
3,762 Armenians fought with Soviet forces in Afghanistan and 128 died. Yet it is dwarfed in the Armenian imagination by the wars of independence and the independence era, existential for national survival and, for Armenians, vastly more deadly. The dead of those wars are not commemorated in the Soviet-era Victory Park, but 11 km away at Yerablur.
I cannot even find details of the sculptor of this memorial or its date of construction, although it is well-kept and I do know Armenian veterans of the Soviet-Afghan War hold an annual commemoration here.
"Time to sound the solemn siren
It's a moaning melody that I'm guiding,
Unholy harmony that is chiming
A Ka Dua No Ra,
Counting down to the certain silence,
Let the darker side become your alliance,
One two three and the time is upon us,
Ohhh fall with me,
Hear my perish song,
Hear my perish song,"
Perish Song- Trickywi
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Name: unknown at this time
Species: siren, born from pure chaos
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Hobbies: eating and luring men to their dooms, causing weather anomalies, singing loud rock music, summoning cthulhu
Playlist: open.spotify.com/playlist/39am7JWl1vhkt00qHA91X5?si=55b80...
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Darker Regions...
I am alone lost trembling, confused my body turned upside down restricted blinded in darkness tears unseen cries unheard . I am lost forgotten dehumanised, none existential. A voice called out to me in the darkness to bring me hope and carried me home as l dreamt myself back into my innerworld in dawns light.
I am thinking about the struggles women and children are faced with every day who are bravely fighting for their freedom and rights and hope they are soon liberated and live life in freedom and peace soon. Prayers that all remaining hostages of Israel are safe soon brought home to their families' loved ones. ️🙏
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Skin retouching totally happened here, without a doubt, as a creative and somewhat existential exercise.
We operate exclusively with things that do not exist, with lines, surfaces, bodies, atoms, divisible time spans, divisible spaces—how could explanations be possible at all when we initially turn everything into images, into our images!
[Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 3, p. 473, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). The Gay Science, first edition, "Third Book," aphorism 112 (1882).]