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Today's architecture can no longer be thought of as an inert envelope protecting its human occupant, like a hollow sculpture.
Is architecture a device that redoubles the dualistic conception of a consciousness or of a soul trapped in a body? Is architecture this subtle artifice that protects this being who does not entirely belong to the order of nature, this being we call man?
More than ever, however, thought tends to question the ontological divide between man and nature. in the classical century, Spinoza already criticized those who conceived of man as an "empire within an empire"; are we now able to overcome this cutoff, do we have the practical and theoretical tools to overcome it? is it possible to think of architecture from nature and not from man?
we postulate that phenomenology, existentialism, Heidegger and his man who lives as a poet are no longer of any help to us ... These thoughts on which the teaching of neo-modern architecture was based have long since gone beyond their expiration date. No more perceived space, no more routes, more expansion and spatial compression: but devices making it possible to respond to a world without hierarchy, without transcendence where multiple powers are agitated: the power of plant germination, the power of devouring of plants. animals, the power of unnatural human rituals ...
There is no longer any question of enslaving the earth to man. it is now a question of making human bodies and their organic rhythms collaborate with other rhythms (animals, plants, etc.), of conceiving an architecture of becoming, of movement, of inventing constructions that coordinate both ruinification process, human habitation rituals, the cycle of the seasons, animal migrations ...
I Am Lost In The Endless Cycle
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A haunting exploration of urban alienation and the endless cycle of modern life. Lose yourself in reflective surfaces, traffic lights, and the fragmented digital self.
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experimental music video, urban alienation, cityscape, modern life, traffic lights, selfie, fragmented self, digital identity, loop, existentialism
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The philosophical meaning of Absurdism is belief that the universe is irrational and meaningless and that the search for order brings the individual into conflict with the universe. And darker meaning of the flower, Anemone, is fading hope. But positive meaning is Anticipation, which can lead to existentialism
My heart just goes out to the Iranian people.. on CNN I'm told about the importance of "objectivity" and think they must have failed there existentialism classes.. I guess this is there reaction to the trending topic in social media of CNN's failing.. The heart yields the metaphysical truth that we are all one.. so God bless the Iranian people.
I just wish the font worked a little better small
This short film explores reality, illusion, and the search for meaning in a seemingly perfect, technologically advanced world. Journey to the Hypostyle, a place where the truth is revealed. What would you choose: blissful ignorance or the raw, unadorned truth?
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Simulation, reality, illusion, utopia, dystopia, philosophy, technology, virtual reality, Hypostyle Hall, timelessness, choice, meaning of life, existentialism, question, debate, discussion, short film, sci-fi, thought-provoking
for our photography class, we ended up going to the school library to shoot around. not the most interesting place, i must add. however, i saw this book on the shelf, and decided to take a few pictures because it reminds me of my favorite song:
Existentialism on Prom Night- Straylight Run
My mother in hospice and a close near for her, my thoughts reflect the journey.
Pride and regrets to us all.
Sadness takes a back seat as a celebration really should get the nod.
Love and understanding is the best bet and a kiss just for being.
Love you Mom.
When the sun came up,
We were sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed,
And we were dreaming,
There are moments when,
When I know it and
The world revolves around us,
And we're keeping it,
Keep it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, kill for this
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would...
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything,
we're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would....
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything.
"Existentialism On Prom Night"
STRAYLIGHT RUN.
(A note to the unknown source tapping into my stream)
Make yourself known or fuck off since you obviously have nothing to offer on your own.
Your a parasite and no good will come when I find you.
WMSPICS.
One more thing to add to the "awkward" in a question.
Is one deemed an orphan at an older age or is it just for minors that can't fend ?
Hmmmm......
I don't have an answer to this question. It's not my job to come up with answers, just to ask stupider questions. Electricity is going everywhere. Why? Because it has to? If I were electricity, I'd be asking myself the tough questions. Am I better off here than I was over there? What is here? What do I mean by here? What is I? What's in it all for me? Etc. Then I would take a nap.
Today the clock on the wall is ticking in French, and well, the celebration is freedom, the kind that doesn’t ask permission and doesn’t leave a forwarding address. Today we celebrate Simone de Beauvoir.
Born in Paris, 1908, same world, different weather. A philosopher, a writer, a troublemaker in sensible shoes. She didn’t just walk into a room, she rearranged the furniture and then asked why it was there in the first place. Beauvoir said you’re not born what you are, you become it. That line landed like a dropped glass in a quiet kitchen. Still echoing. She looked at the rules, the labels, the neat little boxes, and said they were written in pencil, not stone. And then she sharpened the eraser.
She ran with Jean-Paul Sartre, no wedding bells, no white picket fence, just long conversations, cheap cafés, and ideas smoking like unfiltered cigarettes at three in the morning. They made a pact: no lies, no cages. That kind of deal scares people. Still does.
Her book The Second Sex came out in 1949.
Hit the shelves like a cold wind through an open door. Some folks called it dangerous. Others called it necessary. Usually means it’s telling the truth. She wrote about women the way blues singers write about heartbreak; plainspoken, unsentimental, and impossible to ignore. Simone de Beauvoir believed freedom wasn’t a gift, it was a responsibility. Heavy coat to wear, especially in winter. You’re free, she said, but you’re also on the hook for what you do with it. No hiding behind the curtain. No blaming the script. Now, Beauvoir was very clear, and sometimes unsettling, about women’s own responsibility. She never said oppression wasn’t real; she said it was real and complicated, because freedom always exists, even under constraint. Even inside oppression, there is responsibility. Beauvoir argued that women are often encouraged to accept passivity, dependence, and safety, but accepting them is still a choice. A pressured choice, yes. A limited one, yes. But not a neutral one. She wrote that many women are taught to find comfort in being “the Other,” because it relieves them of risk. Letting others decide for you can feel safer than acting freely. Borrowing from existentialism, she said people, including women, sometimes live in bad faith: pretending they have no freedom in order to avoid responsibility. So when a woman says, “I have no choice,” Beauvoir asks: Is that absolutely true or is it partly fear, habit, or social reward speaking? This was controversial, because she was careful not to blame women, but she also refused to absolve them entirely. Beauvoir believed laws, economics, education, and culture must change but here’s the trick, she also believed women must actively claim their freedom, even when it’s uncomfortable or costly. Freedom, to her, was not happiness or ease. It was risk, ambiguity, and action.
So today remember Simone de Beauvoir, a woman who asked the big questions and didn’t wait around for the answers to be easy. She knew life was improvised, and authenticity was the only tune worth learning.
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Our best photos from the 2019 Denver Film Festival. Here: "Escape from Godot." Escape-room antics meet iconic existentialism in this absurd, theatrical, interactive play puzzle. The show brings audiences into the middle of a production of "Waiting for Godot" – you know, the important one about our meaningless trudge from cradle and to grave. And everything is going wrong. You have 60 minutes unravel the clues and set the play straight again. This fun group activity allows for eight people at a time. All photos by John Moore for the DCPA NewsCenter.
...a look at the World and its Reality.
(Presenza polisemica - Uno sguardo sul Mondo e sulla sua Realtà)
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This two-toned, opaline ring is one of it's kind, featuring more of the flying saucers that reoccur in my drawings.
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© 2011 Arielle Somberg
movie still from
"pierrot le fou" (1965)
starring:
Jean-Paul Belmondo
&
Anne Karina
directed by:
Jean-Luc Godard
NOW is the time I finally start living the life I have always wanted to live; my dream life. NOW is the time I finally become the person I have always wanted to be; my ideal self. NOW is the time I stand up; emerge from hiding behind the shadows. Time I unleash the real me, let my inner natural self emerge. NOW is the time I live in the present, not yesterday or tomorrow. Every single day, every hour and minute. NOW is the time I rise above mediocrity. Above my old self. Time I make myself count in the world, become my own superhero. It isn’t too late. It isn't too soon. The time is now. For more, follow The Existentialist on Facebook. ift.tt/2qDMoiC Tags: #existential, #existentialist, #existence, #existentialism, #life, #lifelessons, #motivation, #inspiration, #yolo, #carpediem, #beherenow, #ronaldo, #cristiano, #cr7, #timeisnow, #bestself, #keepmovingforward, #justdoit, #goforit, #youcandoit, #passion, #willpower, #success, #achieve, #inspire, #dreamcometrue, #dream, #destiny, #numberone, #number1.. Check out this post on Instagram! ift.tt/2qLZk6g.
A man laying on the ground. The intention was to make a connection to, or implication of existentialism and death (though only through subtle means). The subject is laying on the ground, returning to nature. His skin pale, his face solemn. He is attractive and surrounded by beautiful colors. Yet, these are dead things. Dead and cold things, mixed with dirt and tiny hiccups of green plants. I chose laying him by this mixture of living and dead to pose as a reminder of the cycle of life, that death is not the end. I did this also to make a statement about how indifferent nature is to whether or not we live or die, let alone if we're happy in between.
I am pleased with how this image came out, though I am curious how things would look if it were captured a stop or two shorter of a shutter speed, mainly because of how glowing the skin is. I don't think it looks bad by any means the way it is, but I prefer things to look a little darker for the sake of mood. Shutter speed is 1/160, aperture is 4.5, ISO is 400.
I chose this installation piece by Wolfgang Tillman for my reference:
tillmans.co.uk/images/stories/installations/2013_MP/2013_...
I chose this reference for the style of portraiture, low contrast (I'm unable to edit of course, but I favor low contrast in a lot of my personal work) and truncation of body and body parts.
Your community does not exist. Social media meets anti-social media? Or existentialism rearing its ugly head? Either way, it was a very good laugh!
This is not on my map since it does not exist. Note the date stamp on the picture - which I did not modify! - as November 30, 0000.
I saw this Man Ray photo at an exhibition, and found its "trapped-ness" interesting. The emotions it evoked going beyond the photograph, and being trapped in their space.
Dumb joke turns into photoshop and thinkstank post.
If I knew my way around Flixel I would make the game as well. Instead, I can just vaguely hope someone else will.
Created for the 55th Contest on Man Ray: Art Deco Clock!
today has been an exercise of running away from the ticking clock - but the more you run the faster it sucks you in - that's 2 a.m. existentialism and we'll leave it there ~